Page 47 of King of Pain

I shake my head. “I’m calling the lead surgeon today to ask for a late start. I can’t take the chance of calling tomorrow, when he’s expecting me to arrive. It’ll be worse if I do.”

I see Luke wince, but he gives a single stiff nod.

Pushing out of his arms, I move to the shore where we left the shampoo, conditioner, and soap last night. Dipping my head back under, I squirt shampoo into my hand and start lathering, soaping up the long strands.

I catch Luke watching over my shoulder, his body still dipped down in the water up to his chest.

His eyes are dark and heavy, but I catch something new in their depths. Regret? Worry?

I sink under the water, rinsing out my hair, before I surface again and grab the conditioner. “Everything all right?”

“It’s fine,” he gives me a perfunctory smile and then pushes to the shore as well, shampooing his own hair.

He stands on the shore, his back to me, his body on full display in the early morning light, muscles flexing.

He’s so gorgeous, it’s almost hard to breathe. I wash my body while he’s facing away, and then dive back in the water to rinse.

I’m still under swimming when his body glides under mine, pushing me up to the surface.

“Luke,” I gasp when we both break the water. “What are you doing?”

His arms go around me as he plants his feet on the bottom. My legs naturally come around him which has his cock pressing into my folds. “Your ass was the only thing out of the water, and it was fantastic.”

I shake my head, but any chastisement I might have issued is forgotten as he sinks into my pussy. I instantly tighten around him, my head falling back. “I just got clean,” I murmur, shifting to take more of him in.

His hand comes to the top of my ass, pushing me all the way down his cock until he bottoms out. “I can’t get enough,” he rumbles into my shoulder.

My arms come around his neck, like I’m holding on for dear life. I can’t get enough either.

Which isn’t surprising. Luke is hands down the hottest man I’ve ever met or even seen. And that includes models on posters and actors on television.

He can’t think the same thing about me. His other hand splays out on my back, his mouth kissing a trail up my neck as he holds deep inside me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I reassure, some deep part of me sensing that he’s both more distant and more desperate to be close. Is this about the call? Did speaking to his family upset him?

Did my crying make him worried?

“Luke,” I run my hands down his back. “It’s all right if I don’t make it back tomorrow.”

“What?”

I lean back too, which, amazingly, pushes him even deeper inside me. My eyes widen as I nearly lose the words.

“It’s not okay, love. Not at all.”

I shake my head. “A new opportunity will come up. A better one. I’ll end up where I’m supposed to be.”

I see the pain flash across his face a moment before he pulls me close again, lifting my hips to plunge back inside me.

I forget anything else I wanted to say as he picks up the pace, my passion, his dominance taking me over.

I’ve never wanted anything more.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Kate

“Almost done?”Luke calls over the roar of the blow dryer. The thing is old, from my middle school days, and not very powerful despite being loud.

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