Page 77 of Drunk on Love

“Yeah. He kissed me, outside the Barrel.” Great. She was telling him the details anyway. “But I felt nothing at all. So I turned around and went back inside.”

He couldn’t hide his relieved grin.

“Nothing at all, huh?” He took a sip of his wine. “That poor guy.”

He didn’t mean it, though. He didn’t feel sorry for that guy at all.

A few minutes later, Margot set a big bowl of pasta in front of him.

“You are a goddess, Margot Noble,” he said.

She laughed and sat down next to him and stuck a fork into her own pasta.

“You are easy to impress, Luke Williams.”

He shook his head.

“No. I’m not.”

He looked at her—hair piled on top of her head, her cheeks pink from the heat of the kitchen, that soft smile around her lips—and smiled.

They both dove into their pasta. When he was almost done, he thought of something he really should tell her.

“Avery knows. About that first night, I mean. I had no idea you two knew each other when I told her. But I’m sure she hasn’t told anyone.”

“That’s okay.” She laughed. “That does explain why she made it a point to tell me that the two of you were absolutely just friends.”

He pushed her robe to the side and put a hand on her thigh.

“She told me she thought you were jealous when you saw us together at dinner, but I didn’t believe her.”

She leaned closer to him.

“Oh, she was right.”

He couldn’t help himself from smiling at that.

“I can’t tell her that, I’ll never hear the end of it,” he said. “But I’m glad you told me.”

She smiled as he played with the sash of her robe.

“Oh, are you?”

He nodded, and moved his hand up higher.

“Mmmhmm.” He looked at her. “I don’t—quite—understand why you have clothes on right now.”

She shrugged. The neckline of her robe almost—but not quite—fell off her shoulders.

“Apparently, someone was concerned about me cooking in the nude. I was a little worried that meant he didn’t want to see me naked, but—”

He kissed her, hard, before she could finish that sentence. He pushed her legs apart and slid his fingers inside of her, and she gasped against his mouth.

“Do you need me to tell you how I feel about seeing you naked?” He untied her robe and stared down at her. “Do you needme to tell you how often I fantasized about just that, how clearly I remembered this mole, right here?” He licked that hollow between her breasts and sucked on the mole in the center. “Because I can, if you want. But also, that big bed of yours looked very enticing. I have a feeling we can have a lot of fun there.”

Margot stood up, leaving the robe behind.

“I’m not sure this has to be an either-or,” she said.

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