Page 46 of Falling Hard
Just years of restraint breaking at once.
"Shit," he gritted out as I clenched around him. Every thrust came harder, faster. The table creaked beneath us under the strain of his movements. His mouth dragged along my throat, biting just hard enough to leave heat in its place. He was lost in it, in me, and I was already unraveling.
I dug my nails into his back. "Fuck, Luke ..."
He bit my shoulder and groaned into my skin. "Mine," he said. "Made for me."
Luke pounded into me. I felt on the edge of shattering. My vision blurred. My body trembled.
He kept pounding, chasing his orgasm with ruthless precision. When he came, he crushed his face into my neck and gripped me until I couldn’t breathe. I felt his whole body shaking.
Silence followed. Our heavy breathing filled the townhouse. My back was arched against the table, skin flushed, legs still wrapped around his waist. Luke didn’t move right away. He stayed buried inside me. I felt his heart racing against my chest.
When he eased out of me, I sat upright. Luke cupped my face with both hands, brushing his thumb across my lower lip.
"So." He smirked, voice still rough. "Still think you won?"
I leaned in and kissed him deeply.
"Luke, you poor thing," I whispered against his mouth, "you haven’t seen how good I really am yet."
We were lying togetherin bliss in the new bed when Luke's phone dinged. After reaching for it, he scrolled and then jolted upright. "Shit, I forgot."
I ran my hand over his taut abs. "What? Your fake fiancée is missing you?"
Luke didn't laugh at my joke, so I kept an eye on him.
"Well."
Immediately, I sat up, "Well, what? Was that Soleto?"
"Yes."
I shot out of bed. "Why the fuck is your lesbian fake fiancée texting you?"
"Liv, calm down. I just forgot we had plans."
I was calm, though each passing second that Luke failed to say he wasn't leaving, my temper grew. "What plans?"
Luke climbed out of bed, resting both hands on my shoulders. "It’s just a dinner with Solenne’s staff. If I bailed, she’d be embarrassed. She’s done too much for me, I can’t do that to her.”
“You're her date, then? Her plus one?” I asked, calm on the surface but storming inside.
He pulled me close. “No. By now, everyone’s seen our social media post. I’m showing up for a friend, nothing more. She’s waiting, and backing out wouldn’t be fair.”
As I processed his words, an idea came to me. "Fine. Let's go together."
Luke smiled. "Okay. I'll tell Solenne we’re on the way."
"Yeah, you go ahead and tell her."
Although I knew that Soleto wasn’t my competition anymore, it didn’t stop me from disliking her. Hell, it was my aversionto her that triggered Luke’s initial plan. I went to hunt down the sexiest, most jaw-dropping item in my closet. The baby pink dress clung to every curve, soft and tight in all the right places. It was the perfect outfit for my debut as Luke Forrester's real fiancée. My blonde hair framed my face just right, and I raked a hand through a few waves as I leaned closer to check my lipstick. The heeled boots added just enough height and made my legs pop.
When we exited the townhouse an hour later, Hopeton smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same as I'd done every day since he’d driven me to Luke’s office and given me an ultimatum. I kissed him on the cheek.
Luke usually smiled at the sweet gesture, but tonight he only teased. "A man could start to get jealous."
I turned and kissed him quickly, without thinking, and slid into the seat. He shut the door gently behind me.
