Page 38 of Reluctant Surrender

“Ah, you’re playing last night in your head.” Lukas’ sultry voice teased me as he came into view. Already dressed for the day, he stood over me in bed.

“I am not,” I lied, shoving the blanket from my naked body. Determined to jump out of bed and start getting ready for work, I sat up.

He laughed. “Your ass will be sore for another day or so. I was harsh with you last night.” Lukas touched the side of my face. “I always will be, if you ever pull a stunt like that again.”

I turned my face up toward him. “I shouldn’t let you punish me like some little girl.”

“Then don’t be so disobedient.” He stroked my messed-up hair from my face.

I huffed. “Lukas, we need to talk. About what you told Sammy. About us getting married.”

His expression darkened. “We’ll talk about that later.” He brushed his lips across mine. “If we do it now, you’ll say something to make me angry, and I won’t be able to give you your reward.”

“My reward?” I asked as he pushed gently against my shoulders until I was on my back again.

He knelt down on the floor at the side of the bed and grabbed my legs, pulling me until my ass was on the edge. The light friction was enough to irritate my tender ass.

“Lukas, what are you doing?” I looked down the length of my body. He spread my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

“Reminding you what good girls get.” He winked and lowered his mouth onto my pussy. His hot tongue flicked my clit, sending a spiral of electricity to my core.

“Lukas.” His name came out in a throaty groan. His tongue swirled around my clit, then slid through my folds. There was no part of me he left untouched.

His hands wrapped around the outside of my thighs, gripping me harshly with his fingers as he continued to perfectly play with my body. My throat clenched around a cry of pleasure. He knew exactly where to lick, where to prod, where to nip. Every movement had the same outcome, to drive me further and further away from reality.

I clenched the edge of the bed with my hands as I took in a shaky breath. He moved one hand away from my thigh and lightly smacked my ass. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but just enough to bring a small bite of pain to the party.

“Fuck.” My toes curled as the pressure built in my lower belly. He slid one finger into my pussy. Dragging it back out, he thrust it forward, curling it as he did so. Intense waves crashed over my body, spiriting me away as my orgasm clouded my thoughts, shielded me from the outside world. The only thing that existed was the haze that cradled me.

I laid limp on the bed.

Lukas kissed the inside of each thigh, then eased my legs back down. As he moved to his feet, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to sit up.

Of course. Tit for tat.

I reached for his pants, but he brushed my hand away.

“No, angel.” He cupped my chin and brought my gaze up to his. He licked the juices, my juices, from his lips. “As much as I want my cock to fill this pretty mouth of yours, not now. It will never be like that for us, you’ll never be obligated to suck my dick because I gave you pleasure.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. Who the hell was this man? Didn’t every guy want his dick sucked if he’d gone down on the girl?

“What if I want to?” I tilted my head to one side.

He grinned. “Then the anticipation will be all the better when I put you on your knees tonight.”

The mental image of kneeling in front of him as his thick, heavy cock plowed into my throat brought a new heat to my pussy. He wouldn’t be sweet and gentle; no, he’d fuck my throat raw. I had to blink away the image to focus on what he was saying.

“If you’re going to work, you should get going.” He kissed the top of my head.

“You’re not going to stop me from going to work?” I asked.

“No. Patryk will still be there, but he can stay outside the office today. Until we’re married, Sammy can still decide to go against our agreement.”

“Are you going to listen to me about that?”

He shook his head. “Not now. Right now, get your pretty ass in the shower and get ready for work.”

“We have to talk about it.”

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