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Either way, it hurt me to know he was once hurt. That he inflicted pain because he was in pain. I didn’t know more than it had to do with his parents. I wanted to know, and the question crossed my mind every time I stared at the healed parts of his hands. But it wasn’t the time.

“I thought you would freak out,” Luke said, pulling my attention from his hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry my reaction didn’t meet your expectations. Should I become hysterical? Maybe start throwing things?” My tone was sarcastic, but my eyes searched the room for something that would be good to throw. “That lamp would shatter nicely and so would the pictures there.” I pointed, but Luke’s grip on my chin pulled me back to look at him.

The humor in his eyes had replaced the sadness I’d seen there only moments ago.

“I like my shit, so maybe don’t break it.”

I shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I’m being serious, though. You’re taking this all too well.”

I sighed and covered his hand that still cupped my face with my own.

“I’m trying this new thing where I only worry about the things I can control. And right now, I can’t control Valerie or what she will do, so I’m not going to spend more brainpower on it than I have to. I’m worried and, honestly, slightly terrified, but I’m saferight now. I’m safe with you, so that’s what I’m going to focus on.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Luke’s lips which made me smile, too. His hand slid to the back of my neck as his other found its place on my waist. He tugged me onto his lap, and I fell onto him like it was the place I was always meant to be. I loved that position; we were face to face and there was no way to hide from the other.

His lips ghosted over mine. “That’s very admirable, Angel.”

Realization struck as he tossed my hair over my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. “Accepting my circumstances and the situation I’m in has never been an issue for me.” It was a thought I hadn’t meant to say out loud, but the sensation of Luke enjoying me was overpowering the rest of my senses.

He froze as my words and their meaning rang out around us.

“Hazel, I—” Luke began, the sadness had reentered his eyes and I was going to do whatever I could to immediately remove it.

I clamped my hand over his mouth before he could say anymore. “No, Luke. That’s not what I meant. This is not your fault. It’s not your fault you have an insane ex-wife that can’t stand the prospect of you being with another woman. It’s not your fault that Blakely lied to you. And it’s not your fault that I got caught up in it. Please stop apologizing to me, and stop looking at me with sad, pity-filled eyes. My situation with Michael and our situation are worlds apart. It was all his fault, but I accepted the hand I’d been dealt because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. With you, it’s different. Everything’s different in an unexpectedly good way. I’m accepting this situation because the alternative’s not having you and that seems like a seriously shitty alternative.”

I paused, catching my breath and watching him watch me. There was a curious look there, and I could feel his mouth flex underneath my hand as he mumbled something into my palm.

I didn’t pull my hand away immediately, instead, I warned, “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t about how badly you want to fuck me, then I don’t want to hear them, and you might as well not say anything at all.”

Slowly, I dropped my hand from his mouth and before it could fall to rest on his chest, Luke spun me around and pinned me to the mattress with his body on top of mine.

“I think we should test out this red lipstick,” he growled before slamming his mouth over mine. He didn’t have to say it twice; I had been thinking about getting every inch of him in my mouth all night.

FORTY-TWO

Hazel

Our kiss wascarnal and frenzied. As our tongues tangled, I pushed my hand down between us and immediately found him hard and ready. It was easy enough to slip my hand inside his loose gray sweatpants, and just below his waistband, I found his tip large and already leaking. My hand wrapped around him, and I reveled in his size and the weight of him in my palm as my fingertips almost touched, but not quite. He was heavy and as I pumped him, he lurched into my hand with a low, growl-like groan.

The sound alone had me craving more.

I pumped him a few more times, eliciting more erotic noises before I pushed him off the edge of the bed. He stumbled back a few paces, but I stepped off the bed and reached for him. By the waistband of his sweatpants, I pulled him to me. I jerked the soft material down his legs as I found myself on my knees at his feet.

His head fell back, resting on his shoulders after one look of me kneeling before him.

I stared at his cock directly in front of my face and took a breath to renew my courage. God, it was fucking intimidating. Thick, pulsing veins ran up and down his shaft, and the size of his tip was daunting as I wrapped my hands around him. With both of my hands, I was able to cover most of his shaft, but the tip of his cock was still exposed.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the bead of precum before it dripped.

“Fuck, yes. I love your tongue. I love your mouth,” Luke mused, finally looking down at me. His thumb traced the outline of my lips around his shaft as I pushed him deeper. “You’re so pretty when you’re on your knees for me.”

His filthy words spurred me on, and I fluttered my tongue underneath his head. His hand wrapped around my hair, and he thrust deeper into my mouth. With my hands twisting and pumping up and down him, I bobbed my head down and back up, slowly easing him deeper and toward the back of my throat.

Every once in a while, I looked up at him and watched as he was taken prisoner by the pleasure I was giving him. The muscles in his toned stomach flexed each time I swallowed around him or sucked just a little harder.

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