Page 16 of My Pucking Valentine

Madly, deeply in love with him—to the point where I’m a little worried about myself and my future.

I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get over him. I know he’s breaking up with me. I know that my world is going to crash around me. But I’m not sure how I’m going to cope with it. Of all the boys and men I’ve dated in my past, I’ve never felt this way about any of them.

“The team’s publicist wants me to be seen with another woman,” Luke announces as he pushes off the doorjamb and moves into the room, closing the door behind him.

Using the back of my hand, I wipe the tears away and try to keep from creating more. I’m not sure how well it works because I continue to feel wetness slide down my cheeks. Staring at him, I hold my breath as he finishes his story because I know there is more to it than just that.

“I had a big meeting with the owner, my agent, publicist, coach… everyone.”

When he doesn’t say anything else, I chance asking him what happened. His head tilts to the side, and he closes the distance between us.

“I could lose everything. My career, any chance at making a decent living. Everything.”

Instead of staying on the bed, I place my feet on the soft carpet, feeling it between my toes for a moment as I stand up and straighten from the bed. I move toward him and lift my hand to cup his cheek when I’m close enough.

Only then do I see the pain etched in his gaze. “Valentine’s Day and the day after sucks,” I whisper.

He dips his chin slightly, his nose sliding along mine before he rests his forehead against my own. “Valentine’s night was amazing, baby,” he rasps.

It was.

Out of this world amazing.

Luke grunts, shifting his face, and touches his lips to mine. His kiss is soft and sweet. It consumes me, and my mind goes all blurry and fuzzy until I’ve completely forgotten what the conversation is about.

Then his hands fist the back of my shirt before he lifts his head and tugs the fabric over my body. I’m braless again, and when I feel his fingers at the waist of my sweats, I know I’ll be naked in a simple shift of fabric.

And I am.

A chill of excitement breaks out over my entire body.

I’m naked. His hands are on me. And soon, maybe even his mouth.

Yum.

FIFTEEN

LUKE

My lips dragdown Clara’s throat, and I know I should probably tell her the outcome of my meeting today… and I will… later.

Much.

Later.

When my lips wrap around her nipple and my hand slips between her legs, I decide I will have to tell her everything after I’m inside of her. After I’ve made her come. Because I won’t be able to even form a sentence before that.

Gliding my finger through her slit, I moan against her nipple at the wetness. She’s so ready. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion, continuing to curl them inside of her as I press my thumb against her clit and release her nipple from my mouth.

“Please,” she whispers as her hips roll.

She’s searching for her release, and it’s downright fucking gorgeous. I almost keep her right here, on the very edge of falling, just because she’s so fucking beautiful like this. Fucking out of this damn world.

Clara cries out as she finds her release. Her pussy clenches against my fingers, and I watch her ride the whole orgasm out. Fuck me. When her breathing starts to calm down slightly, I slide one of my arms around her waist, slip my fingers from between her thighs, and wrap that arm around her.

Dragging her body close to mine, I feel her tits press against my chest through my T-shirt. I touch my mouth to hers as I walk forward, her feet moving until the backs of her knees hit the side of the mattress.

“I thought we had to talk,” Clara says on an exhale.

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