Page 62 of Lipstick Kiss

“Luke,” she said over his mouth. “I lost the ring.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the ring.”

“But it was worth half of a million,” she said, wincing at her words.

“I don’t care, Peaches. All I care about is you’re alive, and I get to kiss you. That you’re letting me kiss you and fuck you. Christ, I’ve imagined this so many times. I never thought you wanted me.”

“I didn’t think you wanted me. You were so horrible when you came back.”

Luke was still circling and pressing, and Freya was having trouble thinking clearly about what they were talking about. Shudders came down her body and, in turn, his cock.

“Do that again,” he said. “I wasn’t horrible.”

Freya clenched, and Luke dropped his head back and groaned.

“You took one look at the engagement ring and were incredulous that someone had proposed. You even said who the hell proposed to you?”

“Because I wanted to kick the shit out of him for taking you.”

Luke clutched onto her waist, pulled her up, and then down harshly until he expanded inside her. She rested herhands on his shoulders and took over, sliding up and down his length, moaning as her orgasm neared its height.

“I’m nearly there,” she muttered.

“Just say, and I’m with you,” Luke said.

Freya took over where Luke was swirling and brought herself to orgasm while she rocked back and forth. She kept going until Luke came with a shout. He gathered her close, wrapping his arms around her back and his face in her neck. Turning her head, she rested her cheek against his and hummed through her come down. She shifted, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“I need to get you off this floor and somewhere warm. You’ll get all kinds of illness sitting here,” Freya said.

“I thought I was the medic,” he mumbled.

“Am I wrong?”

“No. I vote we go back to mine,” he said and kissed her mouth.

Then gave her a gorgeous smile that filled her with so much warmth she was having second thoughts about moving.

“There is nothing there,” she said.

“There’s a bed, Peaches. Plus, if I text Jason, I bet we can raid his freezer for ready-made meals he has personally cooked.”

Freya smiled at the thought of not having to cook and eat Jason’s food.

“All right, but I need to be home by eight so I can get my school stuff ready for tomorrow.”

“That’s a deal. Get off me, and we’ll see if my legs still work.”

Freya laughed and found she imitated a newborn lamb as she stood and staggered around to find her shorts and underwear. Hauling on the wet clothing wasn’t pleasant, buther shirt didn’t cover enough of her arse to risk walking home in just a top.

She watched as Luke tucked himself back into his shorts and then yanked them into place.

“I might have lost the ring, but I found the florins, or what I assume to be florins,” Freya said, pointing to the small pool that had formed in the cave.

They both looked over the gap from a safe distance. The sand hadn’t settled enough for them to make out what was in the crates, but the wood with rusted metal strapping was visible on the sea bed twenty feet down.

“A false floor, right? It looked so real the dozens of times we’ve walked over it. I never would have guessed,” Luke said.

“I’m not sure how we’d get to them.”

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