Page 39 of Beautiful Harmony

She cleared her throat. “Well, this has been nice, but I -”

“Lucas? Hey!” Patricia’s voice turned low and inviting. “Where’s your costume?”

Lucas, his hands shoved into his pockets and looking so fucking hot in the long-sleeved shirt that clung to his flat abdomen and muscular arms that Emma felt nearly dizzy with need, said, “I came as a gaming nerd crashing a party.”

The women laughed like he’d told the world’s funniest joke. Emma tamped down her urge to roll her eyes. She got it - Lucas was hot as hell, and he was a flirt.

Is he still a flirt? When was the last time you saw him actually flirting with a woman, Emma?

She ignored her inner voice. Lucas might be a flirt, but he was also very genuine in his admiration and love for women. It made sense why half the women in town were crushing on him. Still, what he’d said didn’t warrant that kind of reaction. But the women’s responses were typical, and she honestly couldn’t believe Lucas didn’t have an ego the size of a house at this point.

He’s too sweet to have an ego. And hot. And an amazing kisser. We should kiss him again. Please? Or give him a blowjob. Take him in the bathroom right now and suck his dick to apologize for acting like kissing him was a horrible mistake.

For fuck’s sake. Inner Emma was losing it.

Lucas was staring at her. Not at her hidden birthmark, but at her mouth and - her heartbeat turned hummingbird fast - her tits. The hungry look on his face made her nipples tighten and blood rush to her pussy. Her breasts felt too heavy and full, and the corset even more restricting as her pussy started to ache and throb with the need to be filled.

Emma, stop!

Heat rose to her face as Lucas’s gaze flickered between her mouth and breasts. The women had fallen silent, their gazes flipping back and forth between Lucas and her as a completely different type of tension radiated between them.

Vicki cleared her throat. “Doesn’t Emma look beautiful tonight, Lucas?”

“Emma always looks beautiful,” Lucas said, his voice low and thick with something that Emma refused to recognize as lust. Lucas Wright was not eye-fucking her in the middle of a Halloween party.

“So, Lucas,” Patricia rested her hand on his arm, and Lucas twitched like a man waking up from a dream and turned to look at her, “how’s work going?”

“Fine,” Lucas said. “My apologies, ladies, but I need to speak to Emma alone for a moment.” His gaze returned to her, and he held out his hand, staring steadily at her but not speaking.

She let his big hand swallow hers in a firm grip. She told herself she was doing this because she couldn’t listen to the women and their well-meaning comments for a second longer, not because she wanted to get Lucas alone to blow him.

“Have a good evening, ladies,” Lucas said.

He tightened his grip on her hand, and her heart still racing and a whole flock of birds swooping and diving in her stomach, Emma followed him out of the kitchen.

CHAPTER11

Get your fucking shit together and stop staring at her tits.

Lucas’s inner voice made an excellent point that he really needed to listen to.

He closed the office door, muffling the sound of the party-goers laughing and talking as Emma studied the art on the walls.

“Emma?” Lucas said.

“This must be the sheriff’s office,” Emma said, her usual low voice high-pitched and nervous. She studied the bookshelf with the perfectly placed books before her gaze dropped to the small desk that held nothing but an empty metal inbox and a metal cup with a few pens. “Grace told Rayna that Gideon is a neat freak, and this place is certainly… neat.”

“Emma,” Lucas repeated, drawing closer to her.

She ran her finger over the top of the desk before showing it to him. “Not even a trace of dust. You could probably write your name in the dust on my desk at my house.”

Lucas had been to Emma’s house enough times to know that wasn’t even remotely true. Emma might not be a neat freak, but she was tidy and kept her house clean and organized.

“Emma, I -”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry for what I said at your parents’ house, Lucas. It was a shit thing to say to you.”

“You meant it, though,” he said.

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