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“What do you think I’m doing?” I raise my eyes to meet his, the blue almost eclipsed by the black of his pupils.
“Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish,” he warns, but there’s a trace of hope beneath the words, a question.
“Who says I don’t intend to finish?” My fingers toy with the drawstring of his trunks, brushing against the warm skin of his lower stomach. His muscles jump under my touch.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist, stilling my hand. For a moment we just stand there, locked in a heated stare, the air crackling with tension. Then, in the next instant, he’s pulling me inside the house, almost at a run.
“Where are we going?” I ask, stumbling after him, my heart pounding.
“To finish this.” His voice is a dark promise that sends shivers skating down my spine.
Oh fuck.
He stops at the first door in the hallway and opens it, tugging me inside after him.
A pool table dominates the center of the room, a large bar occupies one corner, and a massive marble fireplace fills another.
Lucas locks the door behind him without releasing my wrist and strides over to the table.
My breaths are shallow and rapid, and the spot between my thighs throbs.
He pushes me against the table, then lifts me up and sets me on the edge. His hands spread my knees wide. “Is this what you want, Wifey?”
His fingers dig into my flesh and find my swollen clit beneath the thin fabric of my swimsuit.
I moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
“You want to come, Wifey?” He grips my throat and tilts my head back, forcing me to meet his heated gaze.
“Yes.” The word is a whisper, but it rings with need, with desperation.
He crashes his lips to mine, devouring me, consuming me.
“Fuck yes. I missed your taste,” he growls into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and yank him closer, deeper. I want him inside me. I need to feel him stretching me, filling me. I drop my hands to his swim trunks and shove them down, freeing his hard length.
I don’t want games or foreplay. Now. Hard.
I grip him in my hand and guide him to my entrance, the tip of him nudging against my slick folds.
Lucas groans as he breaches me, the thick head of his cock pushing past my initial resistance. “Wait.”
I don’t let him pause. With a tilt of my hips, I take him inside, crying out at the sweet sting of it.
“Fuck,” Lucas curses, his fingers digging bruises into my hips.
I let my head fall back, reveling in the feeling of fullness, the delicious ache of his size stretching me wide.
“Give me a second, or this will be over in less than a minute,” he grits out, stilling the restless movements of myhips and taking a deep breath. “What’s gotten into you today?”
“Nothing’s gotten into me. We have an arrangement, don’t we? Physical gratification without complications. It was your suggestion, as I recall,” I remind him, clenching my inner muscles around him and making us both gasp.
“Yeah.” He pulls out, the drag of him making my toes curl, then meets my eyes. “We have an arrangement.”
He thrusts back in, and my eyes roll back in my head. He feels so good, so right.
“Are you interested in Noah? Is that why the sudden horniness?” He grips my waist and holds me in place as he drives into me, setting a punishing rhythm. We’re both panting, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the air.
