Page 38 of Be My Traitor

“That boy’s behaving himself, is he?”

“He’s being a perfect gentleman.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Because if that man hurts you again, I’ll-”

“I know, Dad.” I interrupted him, rolling my eyes. I’d heard this speech so many times I could recite it in my sleep. Dad had never really accepted that his daughter had grown up and could make her own mistakes and every single time I started dating someone he gave me a lecture about all the terrible things he’d do if my new boyfriend didn’t treat me right. It was little surprise that he was sceptical about me seeing Lucas given our history, but at some point he was going to have to accept that I was a grown woman and let me make my own decisions.

“So, if Lucas isn’t the problem, why are you calling me on a Sunday evening? You don’t usually call me at this time.”

“Look, we were talking about some of my students who’ve been having a few issues,” I lied. “Lucas suggested there might be a problem at home, but their files seem to be lacking in detail. I was wondering whether you’d be able to do some digging for me, find out the full story about the girls.”

“I can,” Dad said. “But wouldn’t it be simpler to call in their parents for a meeting?”

“We’re doing that as well.” I could feel myself blushing as I dug myself deeper into the lie. Thank goodness he couldn’t see my face over the phone. “But Lucas and I both feel that if we had some more information, we can really help these girls achieve the grades they deserve. It’s not long before they’re due to graduate and it would be awful to see them leave knowing that they could have done so much better if they only had the right support.”

“You’re such a sweet person,” Dad said. “That’s one of your best features. You’re always thinking about others. All right. Let me have the names and I’ll see what I can find for you.”

“Thanks, Daddy! You’re the best!” I hung up and beamed at Lucas. “My dad’s going to help us find your sister. Let me have the names you need to research and he’ll get the information back to you ASAP.”

“That’s incredible! I can’t believe it! I’m going to find my sister and it’s all thanks to you.”

He got up and crossed to where I was sitting. He grabbed my face between his hands, kissing me hard. “Thank you.” He kissed the top of my head. “Thank you.” He kissed my left cheek. “Thank you.” He kissed my right cheek. “Thank you.”

He kissed me on the lips, more slowly this time. I put my hand over his, opening my mouth to let our tongues intertwine.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more comfortable?” Lucas murmured against my mouth. I nodded. He took my hand and led the way up to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, locking it so that Amber wouldn’t be able to run in on us.

Lucas sat on the edge of my bed and took off his socks and shoes. “Come here, beautiful.” He held out a hand to me. I crossed over and stood in front of him. He reached up to the top button of my blouse.

“Have I…” He undid the button, lightly teasing the bare flesh beneath it with his fingers.

“Told you…” He undid the next button, running his hand down the front of my chest.

“That I think…” Next button, exposing more of me.

“You’re the most…” Next button.

“Beautiful woman…” Next button.

“I’ve ever seen.”

He undid the last button and I pulled my blouse off. Holding it out to one side, I let it drop to the floor and stood there wearing nothing but a bra and my jeans. I pulled down my jeans’ zip and quickly shimmied out of them.

“Come here.” Lucas pulled me towards him and I climbed onto his lap. As we kissed, I instinctively ground against him, the gentle friction titillating me. I could feel his cock growing larger beneath me and I couldn’t help smiling at the effect I had on him.

“What’s that grin for?” Lucas asked.

“Oh, I’m just thinking about how good we are together,” I said. “I love how you make me feel.”

“And I love you.”

Wait – did he just say what I thought he’d said?

I had no time to process the thought though, as Lucas wrapped his arms around me and we tumbled back onto the bed together, me on top. He kissed me deeply and I ran my hands down his chest and up his shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin. He was pure muscle, courtesy of hours spent in the gym.

I could feel his hands moving to undo his trousers, and I sat up, pushing them away.

“You undressed me. I think it’s only fair that I undress you.”

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