Page 14 of Advantage Love

"The Wilson execs are going to love these," Marina says as she comes over to us, showing us some preview shots on her laptop. Luke steps back slightly, but keeps me at the front of him, hiding how aroused he is also.

I look at the photos and realize she's right. We look amazing together. More than amazing. We look real.

"Send the proofs to my office," Luke says, all business now. "We'll need approval before anything goes public."

As the crew packs up, his hand finds mine. "Home?" His thumb strokes my pulse point.

I nod, hoping we could finally be together.

“I’ll drop you off first. I have an errand to run and I’ll be back. We can have dinner after.”

Bugger. There’s goes that plan.

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Chapter 10: Avery

Three hours later and Luke is still not home. He is frustrating. I end up making a sandwich for dinner, stripping off and climb into bed.

He can have dinner by himself. I don’t know how I can want him and hate him all at once. No matter how hard I tried to ignore him, the man has consumed my every thought.

With him just down the hall. Every night, and it drives me crazy. I must have finally fallen asleep as it was dark when I woke up. I tip toe to Luke’s room and see the light on under his door. He’s obviously home then.

Fucker. Yep. I’m back to hating him.

I go back to bed, staring at the ceiling, frustrated knowing he was close enough to touch. Imagining what he was doing. Wondering if he was thinking about me.

My hand slid across the sheets, brushing against my stomach, thinking of the night in Miami. I roll onto my side, squeezing my thighs together. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t let him get into my head.

I was done fighting it.

“Bugger it,” I muttered, reaching for the drawer in my nightstand. My fingers closed around the familiar cool metal, and a flicker of anticipation sparked low in my belly.

This wasn’t about him, I told myself. This was about me. About control. About releasing all the tension that had been building up since the day he walked back into my life.

The toy hummed to life in my hand, and I bit my lip, sinking back into the pillows. My free hand slid up to my breasts, teasing the sensitive skin there, while the vibrations buzzed against my inner thigh, teasing, tormenting.

My hips shifted instinctively, a low moan slipping past my lips as I finally pressed the toy where I needed it most, imagining him there, his mouth, his fingers. The sensation was electric, chasing away every coherent thought until there was only this.

Only him.

My mind conjured his image. Of Luke leaning against the doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the hard planes of his chest. The way his gaze would darken as he watched me, heat radiating from him in waves.

I moved the toy faster, chasing the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“God, Luke,” I whimpered, arching off the bed.

A sudden sound broke through the haze. The creak of my bedroom door.

My eyes flew open, but before I could react, I saw him.

Luke stood in the doorway, his hand braced against the frame, his expression unreadable. His gaze was fixed on me, dark and intense, and I realized with a jolt that I hadn’t been quiet.

Not even close.

Heat flooded my face, but my body betrayed me, refusing to stop, the toy still buzzing against my skin.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

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