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And now I know that he feels the exact same way.
Abby
While we eat Luke asks questions about me and my life, genuinely seeming eager to learn more about me. I tell him.
about my lousy job at the coffee shop and the hard ass that is
my boss. His eyes widen when I inform him of how I’m putting myself through college to be a nurse.
I can tell from his encouraging words that he’s impressed, and it feels good to be acknowledged by someone like Luke for my hard work.
Luke goes into more detail about his firm, his two business partners, and his life in general. Though I’m trying to hang on to his every word, my attention begins to drift, and I get lost in his deep voice and the way his eyes shimmer slightly in the dim lights every time he smiles.
V try to keep my focus on the discussion, but it’s getting harder
to ignore the way my body is reacting around him. I shift around
in my
my seat a little and rub my thighs together, trying my best to
calm the ache that’s relentlessly growing.
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If he doesn’t take me upstairs soon, I might explode from the
frustration.
As the minutes go by, Luke and I become even more familiar
with each other. Laughing and sharing stories about our past.
And
the sexual tension between us continues to grow with every
second.
Just when I’m thinking that I can’t hold out any longer, Luke
rises from his chair and comes next to me. “I think you’ve
waited long enough,” he says with a low chuckle. He extends his
hand and helps me from my seat.
The warmth from his strong hand sends a current of electricity
through my veins. He leads the way up the stairs, his hand firmly
wrapped around mine. With every step we take, my heart
pounds loudly between my ears.
We reach one of the bedrooms and Luke turns to face
hope you’re not having second thoughts,” he tells me while
pulling me inside of the room.
I don’t bother to respond. Instead, I move to the side of the
oversized, four–poster bed placed squarely in the middle of the
bedroom and proceed to take off my black high heels.
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Luke strides across the room, stopping a few feet away from
tone.
I take a deep breath before doing as I’m told, my fingers.
fumbling with the zipper at the back. I’ve never stripped off my clothes in front of anyone before. Putting myself on display for
him is a foreign sensation.
But exciting at the same time.
Once I’ve managed to unzip it, my fingers curl around the
straps, tugging downward inch by inch until my breasts are fully
exposed. The cool air in the room brushes against them and the
skin around my nipples tightens making them harden even
more.
“Keep going,” Luke says, his voice now a throaty whisper. The large bulge in his pants twitches as his eyes roam over my half- naked body.
I continue to pull the tight, black fabric down, revealing more of my flesh to his darkened, hungry eyes. Having a man like Luke gazing at me with so much arousal and excitement is probably the most thrilling thing I’ve ever experienced.
Luke can have any woman he wants, including supermodels.
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Yet the woman his mind and body desires is me.
My heart is pounding so hard now that I can feel it in my throat. A shiver trails down my back once the dress is finally removed
and I kick it to the side.
“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous, Abby,” Luke breathes and
steps toward me, his hand reaching out to touch me. He plants
it on my lower back, trailing his fingers down to the curve of my
ass, and then pulls me closer to him.
His touch is firm and possessive yet somehow gentle all at
once. The combination is enough to have me trembling from the
rush of excitement.
My fully naked body is now flush against his. His stiff, long cock. strains against his pants as it throbs and presses eagerly
against my slippery pussy lips. The pressure from it sliding along my swollen clit forces a low moan to flow from my parted lips and I grind into him, relishing in the sensation.
“Mm, that feels so good, sweetie,” he growls in my ear. “I’ve been wondering how wet and tight your pussy would be since I met you.”
His hand moves from my butt and slides between my thighs, forcing another moan out of me when a finger brushes against my sex. It slides back and forth along my slit, making me groan
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.