Page 128 of Light My Fire

She stares at me for a few seconds, then she pushes off the wall and walks quickly to the front door. I watch her through the little window next to the door.

Sherunsto the elevator and I chuckle, even as my cock presses against my zipper insistently.

I get in the Uber, still waiting behind me. At this point, I don’t care who has seen what or what they think.

I give him my address and head directly home.

My phone buzzes before I’m even half-way there.

Can I come now?

Jesus. This was a horrible, wonderful idea.

I lean my head back and imagine how she looks. On her bed, legs spread, maybe she didn’t even take her sweater off. She’s just bare from the waist down. Vibrator and fingers between her legs.

Yes, Angel, you can come now.

There’s at least a two-minute delay. I recall how she looks and sounds when she comes.

Finally my phone buzzes.

Thank you.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I’ll talk to you soon. Sweet dreams, Angel.

Goodnight, Luke.

Yep. This date was a fantastic idea.

CHAPTER 32

Jackson

“Wow,holy shit, sweetheart, you look amazing.”

Brooke is standing in her apartment doorway in a little black dress that hits just above her knees and black heels. The dress has little sleeves that just cover the tops of her shoulders, but the neckline plunges low enough to show a hint of cleavage. She’s got her hair pulled back into a fancy twist, with tendrils curling around her face. Her eyes have a smoky shadow on them and her lashes look two inches long. She’s also wearing crimson lipstick.

I have found this woman gorgeous since the first time I saw her. But this is next level. I don’t need her all dressed up, but the idea that she spent time getting ready for our date makes my heart rate double.

She gives me one of her bright, sweet smiles and turns a three-sixty in front of me. “So this is okay?”

The low back tells me that she’s not wearing a bra. Her smooth, creamy skin makes me want to run my hands all over her. Though that has less to do with the dress and more just to do with the fact I haven’t had my hands on her in a few days.

No sex rule. No sex rule.

We’re such dumbasses.

“You look beyond perfect.” I reach out and she slides her hand into mine. I tug her close and kiss her cheek, not wanting to mess up her lipstick. “I’m the luckiest man in Chicago.”

She gives me a pretty little smile that makes me want to back her up against the wall and mess up a lot more than her lipstick. I should be focusing on nice romantic things, but this woman brings out a possessive, animalistic side of me that I’ve never experienced before. I constantly want to touch her, smell her, taste her,claimher.

“Thank goodness,” she says, her voice a little breathless. “It took me forever to find a dress. I have nothing like this.”

I frown. “You had to go get something special?” Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. “I’m sorry. I would’ve happily bought you a dress, sweetheart.”

She shakes her head. “No, I called Elise. And since she and her best friend are both with very rich men, they knew exactly what I needed.” She smooths her hands down the front of the dress. “Of course, Elise is curvier than me. And she likes the pinup style that isn’t really me. And Luna is really petite, so her stuff is too small for me. So nothing they had fit.”

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