Chapter 25 #3
Levi rolls his eyes with a scoff—the kind that you let out when you’re scared but you’re trying to play it cool. Idiot. My girl could end him in a second. “Whatever. I’ll just go—”
“And don’t bother going to Natalia’s because she will kick your ass.”
He walks out with his shoulders slumping and tail between his legs, and I’m so happy I didn’t punch him because Lana put him in his place far better than I planned to.
The motherfucker wanted a rise out of me and if Lana didn’t get here in time he would have walked out of here bruised.
And it would not have ended well for either of us.
As soon as the golden boy is gone, Lana pulls her phone out her back pocket and her thumbs fly over her screen. “What are you doing?”
“Warning Natalia.”
I laugh. “You’re so hot.”
Lana pockets her phone and comes around the counter. Her arms wrap around my waist and she stands on her toes to kiss me. “I love you.”
I grin because… Have you ever heard someone you love this much tell you they love you back? It’s like coming up for air. Like someone has finally untied that weight around my ankle and I’m breaking through the surface.
“I know.”
“I’ll kick his ass for you,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“I’d kick anyone’s ass for you.”
I hold her delicate, beautiful face in his large hands and press into her dimples with my thumbs. “I’d kick anyone’s ass for you too, baby,” I whisper. “But I think you’d look hotter doing it.”
She giggles. “We’re a hot couple.”
The smile I give her is a weak, pathetic one before it drops into a frown.“I’m sorry he said those things.”
She shrugs. “I’m used to it.”
“You can’t be…”
“Christian,” she says softly. “I’ve had people be mean to me before. People have called me an orphan like I’m supposed to be insulted, as if I don’t know that my parents are dead.”
“I know but… He was trying to get me mad by—”
“Christian? Can I tell you something?”
I nod.
“Your mother used to say the same things to me, you know. She used to make fun of my mother because she cleaned houses and was a waitress. Because I was a waitress.”
I’ve hated her for it everyday. The little respect I had left for my mother went completely down the drain once I got to New York. The things she’s done for power and money. To make her name something without realizing who she was hurting. I wasn’t her son, I was just her business partner.
She treated me like a puppet. I don’t know how much good I deserve these days, but I know I didn’t deserve the parents I had.
“Your mother was one of the best people I ever met,” I say softly. “She taught me how to properly clean a stove.”
Lana laughs. “She was very particular about cleanliness.”
I frown. “I hate my mother, Lana.”
“I know,” Lana breathes. “But don’t hold onto that, okay? It’s you and me, right?”
“It’s you and me, baby.”
“Good.” She smiles. “I can’t believe I went on that date with him.”
I laugh.
“It’s not funny, Christian! It was so bad.”
I shrug. “I warned you that it would be.”
Lana rolls her eyes and I bring my lips to hers. I kiss her a bit, deep and slow, and I take advantage while her other employees are making themselves busy before the lunch time rush I was warned about.
But when she moans, she pulls back. “This is too dangerous.”
“Let’s close early.”
She chuckles. “We can’t do that.”
“Why not? You’re the boss.”
“And the business needs money, Christian.”
I groan. “Money is a concept.”
Lana guffaws. “You’re so funny.”
I frown. “Let me take you home.”
Lana shoots me a look. “How about after we close, you can take me home and do whatever you want to me. All night.”
I smirk. “I don’t want to make sex deals, Lana.”
She rolls her eyes and pokes my sides.
“I just…can’t get enough of you,” I whisper. “I think you’re my healthiest addiction.”
She huffs a soft laugh.
Lana is my healthiest, greatest addiction of all. I never want to give her up. I need her all the time, everywhere I go. She is the only thing that gets me the highest I have ever been and puts me in the most blissful, drunken state of happiness.
My drug of choice.
“And you’re mine,” Lana whispers, brushing her lips over mine. “But sex marathons aren’t healthy.”
“Says who?”
She shrugs. “Doctors, probably.”
“Doctors are a concept.”
She rolls her eyes again and unwinds her arms from around me, shoving my chest. “Get back to work before I fire you.”
I pull her back by her hand and wrap my other around her jaw, stealing one last kiss. “Yes, boss.”
Lana is yanking me through the front door by the belt loops of my jeans, giggling as we kick off our sneakers. “You’ve ruined me.”
I laugh breathily on her lips, tripping over our feet. “Yeah?”
Lana jumps and I catch her with my hands on her ass, holding her up and to me as I take us toward the seating area. “God yes,” she sighs, her hands capturing my face. “I always want you.”
“I always want you.”
“You should always come to work with me,” she pants between kisses as they grow sloppier. “Every day.”
“If this is how I get paid for my labor, then yes.”
Lana laughs, slapping my shoulder. “Shut up and kiss me.”
With a quiet growl, I set her down on her feet, gingerly, and drown in her.
“We’re doing this every day,” she breathes. “All day. Never stop having sex with me.”
I chuckle. “Good with me.”
My tongue just barely touches hers again before Lana pushes me down onto her sofa and stares down at me with dark, caramel eyes.
I sit back, mouth parted, and feel my heart race faster just from looking up at her.
She gets this carnal look in her eyes every time she’s like this, sometimes it’s scary, but I think I get off on it.
Lana tosses her to the side, the long, silky strands cascading down her back as she takes a number of steps back.
Biting her lip, she untucks her tank top from her jeans and strips it off her body.
I sit back against the cushions and lick my lips.
Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect, I don’t know how she exists.
She can’t be real. I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream. It’s the only reasonable explanation for her existence.
She reaches to take off her bra, but I stop her. “I didn’t say take it off.”
Her cheeks flush and her hands lower from behind her. “Then what do you want me to do next?”
Lana moves her hand across her exposed skin, across her breasts and cups them through her thin, white lace bra.
“Jeans,” I breathe, and they’re already undone and halfway down her legs. “Fuck.”
Matching white lace panties.
“I love you,” I say.
“I know,” she whispers, running her hands up and down her curves. “Tell me what to do, Christian.”
“Fuck.” I lick my lips. I can’t take my eyes off her face, she’s gorgeous. I spent four years thinking I wouldn’t get to love her the way she deserves in this lifetime, but here I am.
“Christian—”
“Kneel.”
A sinister smirk grows slowly on her lips as she lowers herself on the rug, her eyes locked on mine. The brown isn’t soft anymore, it’s dark and swirling with lust.
“More.”
I sit back and breathe out my nose. “Crawl.”
And when she smiles, I’m done. She’s going to kill me one day.
On all fours, Lana crawls the distance between us until she kneels between my open legs, batting her lashes at me.
I just don’t get it.
I really don’t.
I thought the same thing back then and I think it now—there is no way I deserve her or her heart. Her kindness, patience. Any of it. I don’t deserve to even stand beside her or breathe her air.
And this is an outrageously concupiscent image that will be engraved in my mind forever.
Leaning forward, I go to cup her cheek with a smile on my face, and her brows pinch. “What’s that look?”
“I can’t look at you?”
“Yes, but you aren’t looking at me like you want to have sex with me, you're looking at me like you want to…I don’t know.”
I laugh. “I love you.”
“I know,” she says. “So kiss me.”
My thumb traces her lips, just showing reverence, until she takes my thumb in her mouth and sucks on it, biting. She smiles around it when I groan and then pushes my hand away. “Now I tell you what to do.”
I drag my lips between my teeth, and Lana stands from between my legs to straddle my lap. “You still haven’t kissed me.”
I smirk. “You didn’t ask nicely.”
She rolls her eyes and gives in, kissing me first. “Shirt.”
I pull back just enough that it comes right off and she runs her hands across my chest and down abdomen, marveling. Tracing with her slender fingers, dragging her light pink painted nails gently down the lines.
“I think you’re so hot,” she giggles, the look in her eyes still just as amatory.
“You’re hot.”
Lana kisses me again, her tongue pushing past my lips and searching for mine, and I match her fever. “Pants,” she breathes against my lips but is already undoing them herself.
I take the liberty of removing her bra and tossing it away, and then tug at her panties. Then we’re naked and she’s on top of me, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “I love you.”
I moan when her pussy glides up and down the length my dick. “I know.”
Her lips are on mine when she lifts her hips and her hand wraps around me, lining the tip with her entrance. Lana lowers her hips, taking me inside her slowly with breathy moans, until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Oh my god,” I breathe shakily.
“Christian,” Lana moans, her fingers twisting at the hair at my nape and her forehead on mine. She rolls her hips and gasps quietly. “Christian.”
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her lips, my hands on her waist moving her back and forth over me in a figure eight. “Nothing—Nothing, feels as good as you.”
Lana captures my lips with hers, tongue fighting with mine and teeth nibbling at my lip. She moves faster and faster, her mouth stuck open with shaky breaths falling out. “I’m close.”
“Yeah?” I move her faster and suck a nipple into my mouth. “Come on me, baby. Please. I wanna feel you come.”
“Shit.” Her head falls back, the ends of her hair tickling my thighs.