Page 10 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

“No?” Unable to stop himself, he kissed her again.

“No,” she muttered against his lips.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek, the line of her jaw. “In that case, you’ve got five minutes to refuel and hydrate.”

“And then what?”

He licked her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth firmly. “Then we do it all over again.”

Eight hours later, after three hours sleep, Luke quietly tugged on his stiffly dried concert clothes. He looked to where Willow lay with her head precariously close to the bottom of the bed. Pillows were strewn, the comforter on the floor, and a white sheet covering the curve of her arse.

Her lips, all soft and bruised after the lovemaking, were slightly open. The remains of their late-night pizza order sat on the desk, right next to the lamp they’d broken when he’d taken her on the flat surface. Towels were in a pile on the carpet after their four a.m. shower, where she’d gone down on him before he’d pushed her against the wall.

He was exhausted, invigorated, and two hundred pounds better off from his bet with Alex.

Yeah. He’d remember Willow Warner for a long fucking time.

He grabbed a napkin from the tray and a pen.

It’s definitely not you. Luke.

With one last stroke of her hair, he placed the napkin next to the pillow, and quietly left the room.

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