Page 15 of Advantage Love

My breath caught. I should have been mortified, but the way he looked at me sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

“Luke,” I whispered, but it came out as a plea.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The sound of the latch clicking was loud in the silence, and my heart hammered in my chest.

“You called out to me,” he said, his voice a growl as he stalked toward the bed.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did.” He cut me off, his eyes locking onto mine. “Did you imagine my mouth on you? My tongue licking you?”

He stopped at the edge of the bed, towering over me. My toy slipped from my hand, forgotten as his fingers brushed against my ankle, trailing up my leg.

“Are we going to play now?” I managed, though my voice was weak, trembling.

“No,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I want to watch.”

His eyes raked over me, taking in every inch, and I felt exposed in the best possible way. The heat between us flared as his hand lingered on my thigh.

“Finish,” he commanded. “I want to see you fall apart.”

My body shuddered under the weight of his gaze. This was a game I wasn’t sure I could win, but damn if I didn’t want to play.

I swallowed hard; my gaze locked on his. His thumb brushed against my knee, just the lightest touch, but it sent a shiver coursing up my spine.

“Go on,” he coaxed, his voice lower now. “Let me see you.”

My fingers trembled as I reached for the toy again. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just stood there watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

“Luke.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Fuck, Avery,” he said, his eyes darkening further, “say my name when you come. Let me hear you scream it.”

It wasn’t just a command. It was possession.

I took a shaky breath, letting my hand drift between my legs once more. The toy buzzed back to life, the vibrations teasing against my sensitive skin. My hips bucked instinctively, and a soft moan escaped me.

His jaw clenched, and I caught the slight flare of his nostrils.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth and intoxicating.

Heat shot through me, my body arching as I followed his lead. My free hand gripped the sheets, desperate for something to ground me as the pleasure built higher and higher.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against my ankle again before sliding up my calf, his touch firm but unhurried. The rough callouses on his fingers sent sparks skittering across my skin, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that followed.

“You like this,” he said, his tone filled with smug certainty. “Knowing I’m watching you.”

I couldn’t deny it, even if I wanted to.

“Yes,” I breathed, the word barely audible but loud enough to make his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

His hand traveled higher, his fingers trailing over my thigh with a deliberate slowness that made my toes curl. His eyes never left mine, pinning me in place as if daring me to look away.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he said.

My breathing became faster, my body trembling as I edged closer to release. Every muscle tightened, Luke’s focus narrowing to the sensation building within me.

“Let go, Avery,” he demanded. “Now.”

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