Page 17 of Secret Seduction
“Much like you, I know what I can and can’t have right now. Your cock inside me might be one of those, but it doesn’t mean I can’t work around it.” I should be bolder, but I’m losing my train of thought when he tips our heads downwards to watch as he gets closer.
“Did you play with your clit, Shae? Did you run the shower head up and down your pretty, little pussy imagining it was my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?” It’s clear Luke has no problem talking while on the verge of orgasming. As for myself, I can’t say the same. The motions of his hips and my hands get sloppy, and his breathing is more rugged than before.
“Answer me, baby girl. What did you imagine while getting yourself off?” Luke is a talker during sex, an experience that has me clenching my thighs together, trying to push the ache away, and it’s him who’s building it inside of me.
“I imagined you were on your knees.” I close my eyes, taking a deep inhale. Luke’s skin flushes a deeper color.
“And what was I doing?” I can’t keep the whimper frommy lips. Luke’s ab muscles contract with each thrust into my fist.
“Your mouth. God, Luke, it was your mouth on me.”
“Elaborate, baby girl. Let me imagine it with you while I come all over your hand.” I’m unable to hold back. There’s nothing hotter on this earth than watching a man come undone because of you.
“You licked me. Your tongue swirled around my clit, hands gripping my ass cheeks so hard there were marks left the next day. It didn’t take long, not when you wrapped your mouth around me, taking deep pulls. Your fingers edged deeper until I felt the rasp along my flesh, and then I fell apart, screaming your name.” Luke’s control vanishes. His hands leave me, his head tips back, and he comes on a long, deep, rough moan. Through his orgasm, I don’t stop my pace, keeping it up as he chases his high, only stopping when his hips settle down and a hiss leaves his lips.
“Never going to forget what you gave me, and I look forward to playing out your time in my shower, Shae.” He drops a kiss to my lips, moves to where he has a towel hanging, and cleans me before taking care of himself.
“I think I might need that nap, after all.” I’m getting hit with a wave of tiredness that I didn’t see coming.
“I bet.” He’s still naked while I’m in his shirt. He finishes the task of picking up after himself, grabs a pair of athletic shorts off the counter, and slides them up his hips. “Keep your thoughts to yourself.” He gives me a wolfish grin.
“I can’t help that everything you do is hot,” I say around a tired yawn.
“We’ve got plenty of time to explore each other later.Now, let’s get you into bed.” He guides me into the bedroom with his hand on my lower back. The heat from his palm soaks through the fabric and sends a shiver down my spine.
“Will you lie with me?” I ask with slight hesitation.
“Yeah, I want nothing more than to be beside you.” Luke lifts the comforter and sheets up for me. “Slide in, baby girl.” I do as he says.
“Thank you, for everything.” We settle. I’m on my side, and he’s behind me, my back to his chest as I sink into his warmth.
“No place I’d rather be.” Luke kisses my neck, and my eyes slowly close.
11
LUKE
“Good to have you back, Gallo,” I tell my partner when he walks into my office, one that’s finally clean, making it my first priority before Shae comes in for her check-up with him. She’s officially not my patient and hasn’t since I released her. Officially removing myself from her chart this morning without checking on Shae’s lab results or ask her about them, yeah, that was damn hard.
Sunday night, we both ended up passing out, me for a couple of hours, Shae for even longer. The dinging of the alarm alert going off that someone was requesting to enter through the service entrance woke me, reminding me that I’d placed an order for groceries. Once all the bags were placed on the massive kitchen island, I gave the delivery driver a massive tip for the more-than-normal-sized order. The good news is the fridge and pantry are restocked, which came in handy when Shae joined me in the living room. Shelooked so goddamn beautiful my chest hurt. I had my arm over the side of the couch, my other propped on the arm rest, and she climbed in right beside me, her head in the crook of my neck. My woman is a cuddler. She likes to be held, the closer the better.
When my stomach started growling, right on cue with it getting later in the evening, I knew I’d have to get up from the couch and make us something to eat. Shae helped chop the vegetables, and I sautéed the chicken and what she diced up, boiled the noodles, and we had a stir fry of sorts. We ate on the couch, her tucked in next to me while a movie played, and when it got later in the night, neither of us said a word. I simply held my hand out, she took it, and we went back to bed.
The next morning, I dropped her off at her apartment, kissed her until the last minute, and came to work. She was nervous the entire time, waiting on the results she’ll receive. I did everything I could to keep her mind off it, and still, Shae worried her bottom lip, nearly chewing the skin raw. I kept in constant contact and was about to call in sick myself if it weren’t for Gallo being out of the office already.
We stopped at her apartment last night. This time, she packed a small bag, and we stayed at my place again. I did similar this morning by dropping her off, telling Shae I’d see her after her appointment, and we’d grab a quick bite to eat. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she wanted me in the exam room today. I didn’t, and now my gut is swirling with regret.
“Glad to be here. You won’t believe this. The medicine they gave my father to combat his congestive heart failure, itseems he and my mom got the medicines all mixed up, doubling on doses one day, not taking anything the next. It wasn’t until I sat down with them to look at the prescriptions that I put two and two together.” Jesus, he can’t catch a break. I get it; multiple pills twice a day can get confusing, especially if they’re switching up combinations as much as they have the past few months.
“Damn, no wonder he’s been in and out of the hospital as much as he has. Everything okay now?” I ask, not for selfish reasons but out of pure genuine concern.
“Seems to be. This is day four, and everything has been good as of this morning. I only hope this week, I can actually be at work without the world coming to an end.” I wince with the news I’m about to deliver.
“Well, about that.” I prop myself on the side of my desk.
“If it’s bad news, I don’t want it. I already owe you a damn arm and a leg for covering my ass for as long as you have.” Gallo looks like death has warmed over, as if he’s been dragged through hell and back. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him jack shit about Shae and me. Except, I’m not keeping this a fucking secret. She’s too good for that, and I’ve already fought myself over the idea of not going after her long enough. Even if it's not been week or date specific, it’s easy to get lost in the woman who’s Shaelyn Parker.
“Could be, depending on how you look at it.” Gallo walks into my office, closing the door behind him and staying near it. Probably a good idea with the couple of gossip mongers who work here.
