Page 103 of Drunk on Love

He laughed and put his hand on her waist.

“I really hope I didn’t give you the impressionthatisn’t important to me, because it is, very much so. Especially when you look at me like you are right now.”

She reached for his belt.

“Does that mean I can take off your pants?”

He leaned back on the couch.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

She smiled, her fingers already pulling his fly open.

“Whatever I want?” She had a glint in her eye that he liked an enormous amount. “I’m going to keep that in mind. However.” She pulled his pants all the way down and tossed them to the side, and then she stroked the length of him. He’d be embarrassed at how fast he responded to her, if he didn’t know how much she liked it. “We’ll do whatever I want next time,” she said. “What do you want? Right now?”

He knew she knew the answer to that question. He smiled ather as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“I want your mouth on me,” he said. “Right now.”

She tugged his boxers down and knelt over him on the couch. And then she sucked him into her mouth, and he couldn’t help the low moan he let out.

He kept his eyes open so he could watch her. He liked how intent she got when she did this—she worked her tongue, and her teeth, and her fist hard, and she looked so fucking hot while she was doing it. It felt so good that soon he couldn’t think about what she was doing, but was just trying to hold on, make it last longer. But then she moved faster, and he came so hard he couldn’t think of anything at all.

She crawled up and laid her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

“I did not come over for that,” he said. “Or, rather,justfor that. But I’m really fucking glad it happened.”

She laughed and moved one of his hands down to her breast.

“That was a remarkably chaste massage you gave me, you know,” she said. “But despite that...” She pulled her dress down, that tight dress that clung to her boobs and ass, and moved his thumb over to her nipple. “These have been hard for the past hour.”

“Mmm, I’m very glad you told me that,” he said. “I have a feeling that the next massage I give you will be significantly less chaste.” He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and reached around to unclasp her bra.

“Bedroom,” he said. “Now.”

When they got into her bedroom, he pulled her dress all the way off, tossed her bra on the floor, and pushed her underwear down and kicked it aside. Then he backed her onto the bed andpushed her until she fell onto it. She lay there and looked up at him.

“I like it when you tell me what to do,” he said. “I like it a lot. But now, it’s my turn to be in charge.”

He saw from the look on her face that she liked that.

“Well, then,” she said. “What are you going to do with me?”

He looked down at her, naked in front of him. He wanted to touch her everywhere. He wanted her to think of him, and this night, every time she looked at her left knee, or touched that dimple in her thigh.

He put a hand on the arch of her foot, ran it all the way up the inside of her leg, and then down the other side.

“Everything,” he said.

Nineteen

THE FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY, LUKEhad just pulled into the lot at the inn when he got a text from Craig.

CRAIG

Hey Luke—Brian’s leaving, his job is opening. Interested? Let me know if you want to talk about this

Craig wanted to know ifhewas interested in Brian’s job? He was stunned. He never would have expected this two months ago. Hell, he never would have expected this five minutes ago. He’d assumed his bridges there were all burned, but even before that, he’d assumed that no one there particularly valued him, or his work. Hadn’t they all thought he wasn’t smart enough, tough enough, good enough? Was he wrong about that? He must have been, if they wanted him to even apply for Brian’s job.

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