Page 20 of Luka

“Now,” Spencer whined. “Please, now.”

“You really do have to learn patience,” Luka said against the shell of Spencer’s ear.

Spencer gasped as Luka’s cock filled him, every thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He dug his fingers into the desk, his eyes rolling back as his mate punched his hips forward, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

“You’re too fucking short.” Luka gripped Spencer’s hips, and the next thing Spencer knew, his feet were lifted off the floor. He had to press his chest into the desk for leverage, causing some of the items on top of it to go tumbling off.

“Harder,” Spencer begged.

Luka pulled out, flipped Spencer over, pressing Spencer’s back against the desk, and drove back in, but not before lifting Spencer’s legs to one side.

“Best break ever,” Spencer cried out.

His mate smirked. “You’re good for my ego.”

“You’re good for my ass.” Spencer tried to grab the sides of the desk, but Luka was pounding into him, rattling Spencer’s brain.

Luka grinned and held on to Spencer’s sides as he continued to thrust into him. Spencer gasped and moaned, the pleasure overpowering him with every motion. His eyes closed as Luka kept increasing his speed, his grip tight, as if he was afraid Spencer would slip away from him.

Just when Spencer was close to an orgasm, Luka grabbed his hair, tilting his head back in a way that made Spencer’s chest and abdomen arch toward his mate. He felt Luka’s teeth scrape against his throat, and a split second later, the pleasure detonated.

The orgasm went on forever, and then Luka followed, burying his face in the crook of Spencer’s neck, his body trembling. “Mine,” he growled. “You’re mine, Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, the intensity of his orgasm slowly ebbing away. “And you’re mine. Let’s never leave this office,” Spencer murmured into his mate’s chest.

Luka’s deep laugh rumbled through him. “I don’t think I’d want to call this cramped office my home.”

“It was a nice thought.” Spencer hated when Luka leaned back and eased out of him. He liked feeling his mate’s dick inside of him. “Now to get back to the real world.”

Luka helped him up, and they straightened their clothes.

“At least you have the softest ass around.” Luka put the lotion back in the drawer. “Remind me to carry travel lube with me.”

Spencer frowned. “Now my butt smells like—” He grabbed the lotion from the drawer and looked at the front of the bottle. “It smells like Midnight Bliss.”

Luka looked at his watch. “It’s 11:17, but close enough, and it was blissful.” He pulled Spencer into his arm, and the lotion fell to the desk, forgotten.

As badly as Spencer wanted to bask in his mate’s arms, worry settled in his gut. “I get off at midnight. We’ll have to face that henchman soon.”

Luka cupped his face. “Calm down, babe. I’m going to be there, remember?”

“Yeah, but what if something goes wrong, Luka? What if, somehow, he kills you?” Spencer’s breathing came out in fast, sharp pants. “I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you. This is my mess. No, my uncle’s mess, but—”

“Slow your breathing.” Luka was still cupping Spencer’s face. “Concentrate on me, hon.”

With a nod, Spencer slowly calmed down.

“I’ve very careful,” Luka went on. “I don’t make mistakes. We’ll deal with this, and then we’ll go back to the cabin.”

“Promise?” Spencer knew that wasn’t rational thinking. He had a job, and he couldn’t just take off whenever he wanted to.

“We’ll go fishing again.” Luka kissed each cheek. “You were getting the hang of it.”

“No hiking,” Spencer said. “It damn near killed me.”

Luka smiled. “No hiking. We’ll sit outside under the stars, a fire going, then make love on the rug in front of the fireplace.”

“No bears,” Spencer said.

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