Page 46 of King of Pain

But it’s a moot point as Luke ceases pulling and starts pushing, sending me to my hands and knees on the bed. I go willingly, heating even more when he nudges my knees apart.

His other hand comes between my legs, sliding up my slit, rubbing me until I’m like a cat, chasing his touch.

I’m about to beg him to put his cock inside me, when he uses his hips to nudge me the rest of the way down onto my belly, before he flips me over onto my back and then plunges inside me.

No wonder this position is so popular. When he bottoms out inside me, he’s pushing every button I have and I gasp in a breath, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching into his body.

He feels so good. “Luke,” I gasp. “Just like that. Oh God.”

“Scream it out, love. Scream it loud.” And he starts fucking me with long, hard thrusts that have the bed shaking.

We could wake the dead with the noise we’re making. Fortunately, there aren’t many living people around as I scream his name.

He’s got both his arms around me, holding me close as he ratchets up the pace. My body is humming, on fire, as I thread my fingers in his hair, biting into his shoulder. He tastes so good, I close my eyes as my insides explode with an orgasm.

It’s hard and fast and so perfect, I scream again, my legs locking around his hips.

He roars too, his movements losing all their finesse as he cums. I hold him close as he empties inside me, and I keep my arms around him for the longest time after he’s done.

Sex with Luke, time with this man, is a pretty sweet consolation prize, if I’m losing my internship.

Maybe it’s a sign, I wasn’t meant to be a surgeon. I’m not even sure it’s what I really wanted. It was about the money. About the prestige. About proving to the world I could be whatever I wanted.

But what do I want?

I haven’t stepped out of my world for the longest time, and now that I’m here, it’s a good time to ask.

Luke finally lifts up, sliding to the side and resting on one elbow. He trails his fingers down the middle of my torso his eyes following. “You’re so perfect.”

I shake my head. How is that he thinks that? I roll too, pressing my front to his. “Me?”

He trails kisses over my hair. “Don’t even try to say I’m perfect. We both know I’m not.”

“I like you just the way you are,” I whisper into his neck.

But the words only push him off the bed. What did I say?

“How about that swim?” he rumbles before he turns and scoops me up into his arms.

“Your arm,” I gasp, my hands going around his neck.

“Arm is fine, nearly all better,” he says, striding through the cabin and out the front door.

“That cannot be true,” I gasp out as he jostles me down the front porch stairs. “I have expert knowledge that you’re lying.”

He chuckles. “I don’t mind a bit of pain as long as everything works.”

He crosses the yard and then moves down the bank like he’s not carrying an entire person. I let out a little yelp, half in fear, half in excitement.

Luke splashes into the water and when he’s thigh high, sinks down under the surface, me still in his arms.

I gasp as the cool water hits my skin, clutching him and his warmth closer. He only laughs harder. “Ready to go under?”

I let out a giggle and then he mock dips me, like he’s prepping me for the plunge. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath and then we’re going under, the cool water feels amazing on my still-puffy face.

We surface again, my mock shrieks of protest echoing through the quiet of the morning. He laughs too, but quiets first.

Stifling my own giggles, I look up at him. Our eyes hold for a second, two before he drops his mouth to mine. “Maybe we’ll make it back to Vegas tonight. Maybe my family will…”

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