Page 64 of A Win-Win Situation

No.

But I still appreciate it. Lucas seems to be much sweeter and more considerate than I originally thought. He’s more than just a pretty face, and tonight I actually feel that we can make this work while still enjoying each other’s company.

We might become friends after all.

TWENTY-THREE

LEORA

There's a knock on my bedroom door, and when I glance at the clock, it's two am. Despite the late hour, I open it, and there stands Lucas.

"It’s the middle of the night, Lucas." He doesn’t answer, only stares at me with an intense, dominant look on his face.

What does he want?

"Lucas, what do you—" My question morphs into a yelp as his arms sweep under my ass. He walks toward my bed, throws me down, and I land with a thud.

"Just say it, Leora. Say it and I’ll give you everything." Lucas whispers as he slowly climbs over me, his eyes glowing with an animalistic intensity.

"S-Say what?" I breathe out, feeling his touch all over my body.

"Tell me I’m allowed to touch you in private," he says, his intensity almost too much to bear. My body responds to him, but I'm scared of what it might mean.

"What?" I whisper.

Lucas leans down and kisses me softly, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle caress. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."

His words soothe my soul, and I nod in agreement. "Touch me." I say, my voice shaky. "Please, touch me."

A mischievous smile spreads across his face, and he begins to explore my body with his hands, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He moves from my chest to my waist and down to the hem of my panties, tugging them down.

"Look at you, all needy. Do you want me that bad?" he teases.

"Lucas, please." I’m panting at this point, needing his hands on me.

"Please, what?"

"Just touch me, dammit." I’ve wanted him for so long. I need him to take this ache away.

He chuckles at my lack of patience as he bends down, hovering over my core.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" He uses his finger to touch my most sensitive spot, and I huff impatiently as his laugh grows huskier.

"My impatient girl."

He licks his lips and bends down, but stops a breath away from the place I need him most. "What's that?"

I hear my phone ringing, but I'm so into what's to come that I don't want to stop.

"What?" I breathe, my voice shaking with need.

"Your alarm—turn it off and I’ll make you feel good." Lucas pulls away and looks at me with a quizzical expression.

My alarm?

What alarm?

I wake up with a start, my heart racing and my body covered in sweat. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down and clear my head.

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