Page 53 of Love's a Glitch
“Profound works of genius?”
“I was going to say spirited.” Beneath the table, I slid my fingers between hers. “This is what feeds your soul. Building incredible websites that can do fancy, mind-blowing things I never realized they were capable of.”
“It does. But making clients happy also feeds my soul. Particularly if I can convince them that I was the right designer for them all along. That stupid gIFT—or Graphics Language Transmission Format—is supposed to display a 3D rendering of the house, and when it works, it’s super impressive. But I’ll admit it can be finicky and that Imight’vebeen trying to show off a little.”
“Well, in the name of not being too boring, I am leaning toward the middle option.”
Ellie clapped and bounced in her chair. “Really?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to admit it to Eloise, but she did make a few solid points. In fact, she’s the reason I was determined to be straightforward with you about my relationship stance from the start.”
“Charles made a couple of decent points, too. I worked harder to earn his trust, and his feedback pushed me to come up with out-of-the-box ideas to satisfy what he also pointed out was his decision. I won’t be upset no matter what he—you—decide. I promise, cross my heart. Stick Stardust’s unicorn horn in my eye.”
If the two people who’d battled it out via curt emails could reach a compromise, didn’t it stand to reason that the strong connection Ellie and I had shared from our first exchange could find a way to work out, too?
“Shall we call in your boss and tell her our decision then?”
“That we’re going to celebrate tonight by fucking each other’s brains out?”
A zing shot from my balls to the end of my re-swelling cock. “Damn it, woman. You’re not going to rest until I’ve broken the record for most hard-ons at the most inappropriate times, are you?”
Ellie batted her eyes, all false innocence. She acted like she was showing me something on her laptop, using the screen as cover to graze my jaw with her lips as she cupped me over my dress slacks, andfuck me.
We were so going to get caught, and I couldn’t even bring myself to care.
Her soft lips brushed my neck, followed by the warm puff of her breath. “It’s like you told me at the ropes course. As long as you’ve got a good grip, you can always work out the rest.”
25
Ellie
It was time for Luke to meet my girls.
Before they gave their input and reminded me that I was looking for more—and to remindhimwhy he shouldn’t freak out and take meeting my friends as too serious a step—I decided to reintroduce him to the girls. I braced one arm up high on the open doorway of my bedroom and leaned a hip against the frame.
The pink and purple, overly-frilly yet inordinately see-through bra, panties, and garter set required shaving prep and contortionist type moves that’d likely scarred my bathroom mirror for life. Once it was all in place, though—and with the thong, “in place” meant all up in my grill—I felt sexy and feminine and in charge of our impending sexcapade.
From his seat on the couch, Luke did a double-take. The magazine he’d been reading slipped from his hands to the floor, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. The flutter in my heart progressed to a full-body quiver as he stood and charged, his eyes growing darker with every step.
On impulse, I took a step back.
The predatory gleam to his features flared, and he charged, scooping me into his arms and barreling us toward my bed. We fell into the comfort of the mattress, and Luke buried his face in my oomphed-up cleavage, the rasp of his scruff and the drag of his wet tongue setting me adrift on a sea of bliss.
While I’d enjoyed our kayaking adventure last Saturday more than I’d anticipated, I’d take this sort of floating and rocking any day. He hooked a finger in the garter holding my stockings in place, winding it tighter and tighter. “I’m not even sure where to start.”
“I put it on,” I said through ragged breaths, “and I don’t even know how exactly to remove it.”
Luke’s low laugh ignited a hum, deep and low in my core. “Oh, I’m not worried I’ll find a way to strip it off you. I’m saying that with so much of your gorgeous body on display, I’m not sure which part to lavish attention on first.” He skirted his thumb along the tiny triangle of lace covering my sex, and then used his other hand to tug down one of the cups of the matching bra. He replaced it with his mouth, flicking my hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue, the tempo of his thumb matching the intoxicating swipes.
Luke switched breasts, giving the other one the same treatment, and my heart beats tripped over one another, as though they were all racing to reach Luke first. The hand that’d been over my pussy moved to my hip, and he lifted his torso away from mine.
A complaint sprang to the tip of my tongue.
Before I could launch it out into the air, Luke flipped me so that I was face down on the bed. He snagged my wrists, crossed my arms behind me, and created a manacle out of one of his large fists.
I felt him sit back, although he didn’t lessen his grip on my wrists, and a satisfied noise rumbled through his throat. Anticipation sparked as the heat of his body neared once again, every part of my body screaming for his attention.
A whimper escaped at the brush of his whiskers across my exposed ass cheeks. Liquid pooled between my thighs and, at the nip of his teeth, exquisite frissons shivered across my skin.
