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With shaking hands, I reached for the button, sliding it out of its loop. Lucas pulled the zipper down before sliding his fingertips to the top of my panties. My belly retracted at the touch, the roughness of his fingers grazing the softness of my skin sending a whisper of intoxication tumbling down my limbs.
Lifting the cotton, he slipped this hand farther down. “Lift a little, baby,” Lucas ordered. I did as he requested, allowing him better access to my core.
The trembling of my body intensified as he circled my clit softly, bringing my arousal to the bud of sensitivity.
“Such a beautiful little thief. Perfect for me.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I said, breathlessly.
“That’s not my name, wife. When you come, you’ll say my name.” Lucas pressed more firmly, and the edge of bliss shot toward me.
“Lucas!” I hurdled over the cliff, everything a blur as I fell. And fell. In my daze of euphoria, Lucas watched me with hooded eyes. He drank every bit of my pleasure as if it were his own.
His movements slowed as I started to come down from the high of climax. My breathing was still erratic, and my heart leapt at a maddening rhythm. Even when he pulled his hand from myjeans, with his blue eyes locked onto my face, I couldn’t help but shake the magnitude of my orgasm.
Lucas pulled to the side of the road and kissed me. Small, soft kisses as he gripped my face between his hands. “You’re so gorgeous when you come for me.”
I wanted more. More of this man who had so many secrets. More of his smiles and true laughs. More of seeing the way his eyes lit up instead of seeming so damn sad or angry. More of just… him.
Every day that passed was a day closer to the end of our arrangement. I couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was more to this than just an agreement.
He definitely didn’t make me feel like this was nothing. He’d said before that he had feelings for me. Did it mean that he would still want me after the deal was completed?
There was a deep desire within me to ask him if he wanted to continue seeing each other after. But as I adjusted myself in my seat, I bit my bottom lip to keep from speaking the question. Not only was now not the time, but I wasn’t sure I could handle the humiliation of him denying anything between us. That I was the only one who felt the fire burning so brightly inside my chest that I could hardly breathe. He could douse the flames with his rejection.
Instead of letting the words fall from my lips, I stared out the window. Lucas sat back in his seat and pulled back onto the road. His hand went back to lazily caressing my leg, and silence fell between us.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Monroe
Avram and Jericho tagged along with Lucas and I to the residence of Anastasia's descendant in case there was a need for translation. Plus, it was helpful that they were more familiar with the formalities of Romania.
Jericho knocked on the door, the four of us crowded on the sidewalk, waiting. There were no sounds of movement, no voices. Just complete silence behind the walls of the home.
I tapped my foot, twisting a strand of my hair.
This was it; the moment Lucas had been seeking since his sister had been locked into an abusive marriage. Rolling waves of uncertainty pummeled through me. The next steps of this mission would be solely determined by the answer this woman could give us.
Did she know where Anastasia’s chest was?
With one half of the equation safely tucked away at the villa, the rest of the keepsake could be obtained in the next few days.
“What if I have to steal from an old woman?” I whispered to Lucas. A gnawing sensation blossomed in my gut.
The door swung open before my husband could respond.
A petite, gray-haired woman stood before us. Milky eyes glared at us with disdain through small glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. Her lips pursed tightly.
Avram took the lead. “Barev—”
“What do you want?” the woman’s voice rang out before Avram could complete his greeting.
Both of Lucas’s men glanced back at Lucas, who stood stoically and unbothered by the curtness of her demeanor.
“Mrs. Gregorian, my name is Lucas Knight. Would you mind speaking with us about one of your ancestors?”
She continued to glower at the four of us.
