Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Lucas
Not only was she sexy as hell and smart, but she also liked to drink scotch.
I honestly didn’t think a woman could be any sexier.
My cock was throbbing as I sat at the table.
It ached to be inside her, and I prayed to God she would agree to join me back at my place after dinner.
All I needed was one night with her. One night to explore that gorgeous body under that dress.
My cock started to rise at the thought, and I needed to settle it down.
“What do you do for a living?” I asked her as I cut into my steak.
“I work as a secretary for a small company.”
“A secretary?” I arched my brow.
“Yes. Is something wrong with being a secretary?”
“No. Not at all. I just got the impression that you would be doing something a little more—I mean, you seem?—”
“Too smart just to be doing secretarial work?”
“Yeah. I don’t mean to offend you, and I’m sorry if I did.”
“No offense taken. When I moved to New York a year ago, I needed a job ASAP, and they happened to be hiring.”
“So, you’re not from New York?”
“No. I’m from Massachusetts.”
“May I ask why you left and came here?”
“There were a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is because my best friend lives here. She was still living with her mom, so we got an apartment together and agreed to split the rent and the bills. Then she met her douchebag controlling boyfriend, and he managed to get her to move in with him.”
“I take it you don’t like him?” He smirked.
“I can’t stand him. Bri, my best friend, is—how do I put this?
She’s weak in the sense that she can’t stand up for herself.
All she talked about was wanting to meet a man who worshipped her.
She’s dated some pretty douchy guys over the years, but Carson takes the cake.
He’s one of those men who singles out weak women he can control to make up for his tiny penis and knows just the right things to say to make them fall under his spell. ”
“You sound like a man-hater.” A small smile crossed my lips.
“I don’t hate men. If I did, I wouldn’t be having dinner with you. I just hate the ones who feel they’re superior to women. Do you feel like that?” Her brow raised.
“No. Of course not. Do I give off that impression?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
We finished dinner, and I asked her if she wanted dessert before we left the restaurant. She said no, so I paid the bill, and we left. As we exited the restaurant, I needed to make my move. But with this one, I needed to be careful, or I’d end up on my knees holding my balls.
“It’s a beautiful evening. Would you like to go for a walk in Central Park?”
“That sounds great and all, but I’d love another scotch. Know anywhere I can get one?” A seductive smile crossed her lips.
“I have a full bottle back at my place.”
“Then let’s go.” She hooked her arm around mine.
“Let me call my driver and tell him we’re ready to leave.”
“You have a driver?”
“I do.”
“I bet you live in a high-rise penthouse too.” She glanced at me with a smirk.
“I do.” I gave her a nod. “But I’m sure you already knew that since you called out my five-thousand-dollar suit that night.”
“Not really. Some guys like to pretend they’re rich by wearing expensive suits, but in reality, they don’t have a penny to their name.”
I let out a chuckle. As Thaddeus pulled up, I opened the door, and we climbed inside.
“Back to my place, Thaddeus.”
“Of course.” He gave me a nod through the rearview mirror.
Jenna
It turned out to be a better evening than I thought.
Mr. Lucas Thorne was charming and sinfully sexy.
The scent that lingered from him was sexually enticing.
I didn’t remember that smell on him at the club.
But it was the first thing that caught my attention when I sat down at the table.
I leaned over as we sat in the back of the limousine and smelled his neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a confused look on his face.
“Shh. I’m concentrating. Fig, black plum, patchouli, coriander, and a hint of leather. Very masculine.” I smiled. “Must be Tom Ford’s Noir Extreme.”
“How—Are you some sort of men’s cologne expert?”
“Nah. I have a very sensitive nose. Were you wearing that cologne at the club?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. I mustn’t have been able to smell it with all the other people there who were wearing perfume and cologne. Either that, or you bathed in it before meeting me at the restaurant.”
“I most certainly did not! I dabbed on what I always do.”
I started to laugh at how offended he was. We pulled up to his building, and when he climbed out first, he held out his hand to me. Taking it, I stepped out and stood in front of the enormously tall building.
“I hope you don’t mind heights,” Lucas spoke as I followed him through the large glass doors.
“Good evening, Mr. Thorne. Ma’am,” the gentleman in the navy blue suit with the matching cap spoke.
“Good evening, Russell,” Lucas replied.
“Good evening.” I gave him a friendly smile.
The moment we stepped into the elevator, Lucas pulled a keycard from his pocket, inserted it, and pressed the button to the 82 nd floor.
“Oh, come on. Really?” I asked.
“I warned you, but don’t worry. Once you’re up there, you won’t even notice how high up we are unless you look over the railing on the terrace.”
“Well, I won’t be doing that.”
He let out a chuckle.
As soon as the doors opened, I stepped out into a beautifully decorated foyer with light oak flooring.
“Wow. Wow. Wow,” I said as I looked around the massive space. “How big is this place?”
“Almost five thousand square feet.”
“And it’s all one floor?” I asked as I followed him into the living area.
“Yes.”
The entire penthouse was practically all floor-to-ceiling windows. The cinematic skyline and river view were among the best I’d seen.
“What do you do for a living, Mr. Thorne?” I asked as I turned around, and he handed me a glass of scotch.
“I’m the CEO of Thorne Technology Group here in Manhattan. My father runs our European office.”
I swallowed hard. “Technology, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Why is a sexy, good-smelling, rich guy like you still single?”
“I prefer bachelorhood. I think it keeps life more interesting.”
“Interesting how?” I threw back my drink to try and make myself forget how high up we were.
“I don’t think you want to hear my answer to that question. I may risk getting kicked in the balls.”
“Tell me, and I promise I won’t harm your balls in any way.” I smirked.
“I feel a life-long commitment isn’t right for me.
I like my freedom. Relationships are hard work, and I work hard enough as it is at my company.
My work will always come before a woman, and most women can’t handle that.
Plus, I want to avoid the emotional work necessary to sustain a fulfilling and intimate relationship. ”
“Okay. Fair enough. So, basically, you’re a very selfish person who puts his needs before others.”
His brows furrowed at me.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“But you just did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” I downed the rest of my drink and handed him my glass for a refill.
“What about you?” he asked as he walked over to his bar. “Why is a beautiful and sexy woman like yourself single?”
“You want the truth?”
“Of course.” He handed me my drink.
“I’m single because I’m unique, and finding the right guy for me is not easy.”
The corners of his mouth curved upward.
“Plus, I’m already a whole person and don’t need to find another half to complete me. Not to mention that I also love the casual sex where I can walk away the next morning and go on with my independent life.”
“Wow. Impressive.” He threw back his drink and set his glass down. “You’re a very beautiful woman, and I’m completely turned on right now.” He stepped closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek.
His lips softly brushed mine with caution while my lips went in for the kill.
I was so horny for him that I thought I would die.
As our passionate kiss continued, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants while his hands unzipped my dress.
He took my dress down in one swoop as I kicked off my shoes.
“Damn.” He shook his head and stared at me in my black lace push-up bra and black lace thong.
Wrapping my legs around him, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as our lips stayed locked. Laying me on the bed, he hovered over me as he slid his fingers through the sides of my panties and softly stroked my vagina.
“You are so wet, and I’ve barely touched you,” Lucas whispered. “Do you know how much that turns me on even more?”
“I suggest you show me how turned on you are.”
As he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, the only thing my eyes could focus on was his hard cock protruding through his black boxer briefs.
The only thing my mind registered was “holy fuck.” After he tossed his shirt on the floor, he took down his underwear.
I gulped at how perfect it was. Big, but not overly large, straight, beautiful and lusciously hard.
Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra and tossed it over the bed.