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“I wish I would’ve known you were going to do that,” she says
with a low chuckle. “I would’ve showered first.”
I roll to the side next to her and kiss her bare shoulder. “You’re
fine, I love tasting you. And you can shower here, I have plenty
of extra towels.” My hand moves to her breast, and I draw small
circles around her pebbling, pink nipple.
Her cheeks flush with warmth and her body jolts from my
teasing touch as she shakes her head. “As much as I’d love that,
I don’t have a change of clothes.”
A moan flows from her parted lips when I gently tug and tweak at her erect nub. “I’ll buy you some new clothes,” I respond, the image of her caressing her soapy, naked body flashing through my mind causes my cock to harden to an almost unbearable
amount.
“No, I should go home,” she breathes, her voice throaty and full of lust. “Claire and Amy are probably worried sick about me.”
There’s a twinge of disappointment that’s threatening to overcome my arousal. As much as I want Abby to stay with me, I know she needs to check in with her two best friends. They
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haven’t heard from her since she first got to my house last
night.
“Ok, I’ll take you home soon,” I tell her and stroke her cheek. A
low grumbling sound releases from her smooth belly. “But I’m
cooking you breakfast first.”
I’ll never get tired of taking care of her.
Abby
There’s a knot in my stomach when Luke turns the car into the parking lot of my apartment complex. The idea of being away from him is flooding me with dread.
I can’t believe how quickly I’ve become attached to him. I’ve never been the clingy type, but with Luke it’s different. My body wants nothing more than to be near him all day long.
He parks the car and turns off the engine. I try to keep my breathing steady when I turn to face him to thank him for the ride, but before I can get the words out, his lips capture mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless and aching for more.
By the time he pulls away, my heart is pounding beneath my chest, and warm wetness streams down my inner thighs. “Be ready by 6pm,” he tells me and brushes a strand of hair away from my face.
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“Ok,” I manage to mutter while attempting to catch my breath.
My knees are wobbling as I’m making my way up the stairs to
my apartment. I glance behind me to see that Luke is still there,
intently watching my ass while I walk up the steps.
Before I can get my keys out, I hear his car pulling away and the
front door swings open. Both Claire and Amy have their mouths
hanging open, staring unblinkingly at me. Without them saying.
anything, I know that they saw me with Luke just now.
I close the door and move past them, trying to play it cool, but
undoubtedly my face is red with embarrassment. “Hey, guys,” I
greet them, keeping my tone as nonchalant as possible.
I’m not sure how to tell Amy and Claire about what happened
between me and Luke. But I know that I can’t keep it from them, they’re my closest friends.
Besides, I’m sure it’s written all over my face.
“I hope you weren’t too worried about me,” I continue, feeling their widened eyes focused on me while I place my purse on the counter and slide my heels off my feet.
“Was that Luke?” Amy asks, her voice is filled with
astonishment. “As in Luke Brandt, Jason’s father?”
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“What were you doing with him?” Claire pipes up next.
My gaze moves to the floor, and I can feel my cheeks burning
bright red. “Um, I ran into him when I left the club last night.”
“Last night? You were with him this whole time?” Amy asks. She and Claire quickly cast knowing looks at each other.
No point in me trying to delay telling them what happened. “Yes, I spent the night with him,” I respond, almost proudly.
The room goes silent, and they both gaze at me, eyes wider than before from the shock. I can already see the judgment breaking through Amy’s expression, but Claire’s lips begin to curl into a
smile. As if she’s happy for me.
Without speaking the words, I know what Amy must be thinking. That it’s too soon for me to move on, that Luke is my ex’s father and should be the last person I’d want, that he’s too old for me.
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.