That was all it took. His words sent me tumbling over the edge, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. His name tore from my lips, raw and unrestrained, as I shuddered under his gaze.
I felt his hand slide to my hip, steadying me as I came down. When I opened my eyes, his expression had shifted. The hunger there was unmistakable, and I was aware of what happened.
“I—” My voice cracked, and I swallowed, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I was.
“Don’t.” He cut me off, his thumb brushing against my hipbone. “Don’t apologize. Don’t overthink. Just feel.”
His words had meaning, and I realized this moment wasn’t just about physical release. It was about surrender, about trust, about the unspoken tension that had simmered between us since the day we reconnected.
He leaned in then, his forehead nearly brushing mine. There was no career, no fake relationship, no PR strategy. There was only us.
“You drive me fucking wild Avery,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “I want to taste you, to fuck you and to love you.”
“Likewise,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.
His lips twitched as he stood, pulling back.
“Three weeks,” he said simply, his tone soft but laced with intention.
And then, without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
Chapter 11: Luke
The door to Avery's bedroom clicked shut behind me, but the scene I’d just left burned into my mind like a brand.
Avery Blake, sprawled on her bed, flushed and breathless, completely undone.
The sound of her moans still echoed in my ears. She didn’t just push me to the edge—she shoved me clean off it.
My hands clenched at my sides as I stalked down the hall. I needed air, space, and something to keep me from turning around and finishing what she had just started. I couldn’t stop the flood of images that filled my head. Her parted lips, the wayher back arched, the scream of my name as she fell apart under her own touch.
Fuck me.
I shoved open the door to my room, the force rattling the frame, and leaned against the wall, dragging a hand down my face. My chest heaved with the effort to rein myself in, to remind myself why this was a bad idea.
For the next three weeks she was still my client. My responsibility. The entire reason I was on the verge of solidifying my place as one of the top agents in the business. But fuck if she didn’t make me want to throw all of that away.
I closed my eyes, and let my imagination take over, filling in the gaps of what I wanted to do.
I pictured her on her knees before me, those bright green eyes wide as she looked up at me. My fingers tangling in her dark hair, guiding her, controlling her. The thought of her lips parting for me, of her willingly submitting to my every command, made my body tighten painfully.
I’d take my time with her. Make her beg for it. Make her realize there was no one else who could give her what she needed.
Her hands would rest on my thighs, soft and tentative at first, but I’d coax her into confidence, into boldness. She wasn’t the type to hold back, not really, not when I’d felt her passion that one unforgettable night in Miami.
I imagined the way her lips would feel, the heat of her breath, the exquisite friction that would drive me insane. I’d murmur instructions, telling her exactly what to do, how to please me. And she’d follow them. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Because she wanted me too.
The thought of her surrendering to me made my blood roar in my veins.
I cursed under my breath, pacing the length of my room like a caged animal. This was madness, pure and simple.
But the thing about madness? It was seductive.
I sank into the edge of my bed, scrubbing a hand through my hair. This wasn’t just lust. It was more than that. It was something raw and consuming that went beyond the physical. She didn’t just push my buttons; she ripped the whole damn control panel out.
And I wanted her to keep doing it.
I leaned back, my hands braced on the mattress, and let my mind drift further into forbidden territory.