Chapter 28 Megan
MEGAN
During the Uber ride, I was giddy. I kept smiling to myself. I could already imagine the house Luke and I might live in, and our huge brood. Holy shit! My smile turned into a grin as I realized this was the very first time I’d actually imagined anything like this.
The office building was dark when I arrived; only three floors were lit.
My heart was beating so fast, I felt it might leap out of my chest. Excitement coursed through me on the elevator ride up.
I blinked several times when the doors opened because I wasn't used to the dimly lit office.
As I stepped out, the motion sensors activated, and the lights flashed on.
"Luke, where are you?" I called.
"In the office."
His voice was serious. I tried to detect if he was still tipsy, but I couldn't tell that just from the short reply. In his office, only the lamp in the corner was lit. I stepped inside.
"Close the door," he said, and I did. He was sitting in his armchair behind the table. He’d pushed it far enough away that he was almost pressing against the window.
I walked over to him, looking around. There were three glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch and two empty bottles of champagne.
I stopped right next to him. He’d undone the top button of his shirt. He looked incredibly sexy.
"On a scale from one to ten, how drunk are you?" I asked softly.
"Why?"
"I want to know if you can have a serious conversation."
He reached out to me and pulled me onto his lap. I nearly lost my balance, but he caught me, putting a hand at the small of my back.
“I’m almost sober, babe. Let's talk this out." He looked at me intently, moving his thumb underneath my lips. "How was your dinner?"
"I don't want to talk about dinner. I want to talk about us."
"We have time for that."
I fidgeted in his lap. “Are you stalling?”
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Why?”
“I don’t know if I want to hear it.”
I got off his lap because I was slightly uncomfortable, then parted my legs, sitting so my thighs were on the outside of his.
"I’ve decided I’ll call Jenkins tomorrow and politely tell him I’m honored to be the winner of the first prize. I want to collect my prize money, but I will not be taking the internship in Shanghai, and I would be thrilled if he offered it to one of the other winners."
He was very still for a moment. Unnaturally so, like he wasn't even breathing. Then he exhaled in a long breath. "Meg, are you sure?"
"Yes, I am."
"Fuck, I'm only going to ask you once more." He cupped my face again and put a possessive hand on my nape. "Are. You. Sure?"
"Yes. Yes, I know what you asked." I put my hands on his chest. His heart was beating wildly. "But I can't think as I would have a few months ago. I'm not the same person."
"You’re fucking amazing, babe." He kissed my jaw and then went up to my ear. "And I fucking love you."
“And I love you.” I was fighting to keep my voice even because he was already pushing his hand up my dress.
"Luke, let's be serious for thirty seconds, and then you can start with your delicious ministrations.
Otherwise, I won't finish my thoughts." He stopped in the act of touching my thigh but kept his hand firmly under my dress.
He straightened, looking at me. "I wanted to win the competition, and I did. I proved to myself that I could.”
“You said that after the internship you wouldn’t mind working outside Chicago and widening your horizons. Has that changed?”
“I wanted to learn. And I didn’t know at that time that you’d be offering me a job. I can't imagine learning from anyone better than the amazing man sitting here in front of me—well, under me—who might or might not be slightly inebriated."
He smiled lazily. "I am. But that doesn't mean I'm not soaking in everything about this moment. The way you’re sitting here in my lap, telling me you want to be mine forever."
I sucked in a breath. My heart was beating even wilder. I hadn't said that out loud, yet it was what I meant.
“I do. That’s exactly what I want. I’ve got big dreams about our house.”
“Do tell.”
“It needs two terraces. One where we can watch the sunrise and the other where we can see the sunset. Five bedrooms. For home offices and our gazillion kids.”
He kissed me then, hard and relentless. He tasted like champagne and man. I loved it. I loved him.
Moving his mouth down my neck, he spoke against my skin. “I’ve wanted you here on my desk since you were in my office the first time.”
I gasped as heat instantly pooled between my thighs. I felt his fingers grabbing my zipper, lowering it. Knowing there was no way he could get me naked like this, I stood up, taking a step sideways.
Luke watched me silently. His eyes looked dangerous in the dark.
“Take off your dress, Meg. I want to watch you.”
I pushed it down my shoulders, wiggling it past my hips. It had sewn-in cups, so I didn’t need a bra. I was wearing black silk panties, which I pushed down my legs, straightening up as I stepped out of them.
Luke rose from his armchair the next second.
I shuddered as he stepped closer. He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor.
He was a truly gorgeous man. I couldn't get enough of watching those muscles flex as he moved: his strong arms, those perfect, delectable abs, and not to mention his shoulders.
They were my kryptonite, strong and sturdy.
He cupped the side of my face, brushing his thumb along my jaw.
Then he kissed me deliciously, dirty and wet.
My whole body came alive, want and need slamming into me.
Rising on my tiptoes, I put my forearms on his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair.
It was soft and a bit curly, and I loved tugging at it.
He groaned against my mouth, grasping my hips and pulling me against him.
I felt his erection against my entrance through his pants, and I cried out.
Tremors shook me. I could already feel the climax forming deep inside me; I knew it was going to shake me to my bones.
We pulled apart, and he kissed down my chest, keeping his hands on my hips.
He kissed between my breasts and then nuzzled each of them with the tip of his nose.
I clasped his shoulders again. When he rolled his tongue around my nipple, my pussy pulsated as if they were interconnected somehow.
He looked up at me as he went farther, and my skin tingled.
This felt so intimate. He pushed my ass against the edge of the desk and went down farther, driving the tip of his nose just above my pussy. My center pulsated. I wanted him to put his mouth on me. I needed it.
He pulled back a little bit and then lowered one hand between my legs, pressing his thumb on one thigh and his little finger on the other one.
The message was clear: he wanted me to spread my legs for him.
I obliged immediately. And then he put the tip of his tongue right over my entrance.
I threw my head back. He slid his tongue farther down, and I buckled over him.
I felt one of his big hands rest on my rib cage, sustaining my weight.
He straightened me back up. His mouth was still on me, hot and wicked, and I didn't even know what to do with myself. Pleasure coiled through me.
"Luke! Oh God. Luke! Luke!" I exclaimed.
He moved the hand from my rib cage to my breast, cupping it before flicking the nipple between his fingers.
That stimulation was too much for me to bear.
I'd never been so sensitive in my life. It was as if my body had decided to trust him without any restraints and responded to anything he did to me with an overwhelming reaction.
I was so far gone and so wet that I felt self-conscious about it, but he didn't seem to care one bit.
When he took his mouth away from me, blowing a bit of cold air across my skin, I gasped.
I didn't even have a moment to process it before his hot mouth was on me again, his lips pulling at my clit.
I felt my climax building inside me. It formed slowly, and I settled into it, but then it slammed into me so fast that it cut my breath away.
My entire body clamped up. I was bracing myself.
I cried out, taking one of my hands from his shoulder.
He gripped it in his, interlacing our fingers, keeping me steady while he licked and nipped until I almost couldn't stand it anymore.
But I didn't want him to stop. I felt the waves of release and basked in them. How could this possibly feel so good?
"Oh my God," I whispered. "Oh my God."
"That's it, baby. Give me all your pleasure." He took his mouth away from me, but he was still applying pressure with his thumb. It felt different than before, but I was slowly coming down from my high. Opening my eyes, I saw he was looking directly at me.
"You're fucking gorgeous."
I felt beautiful. I expelled a huge breath, attempted to talk, but all I could murmur was “Mm-hmm.” I was still processing the surprising force of my orgasm.
He laid me back at the edge of the desk, lifting my thighs until they were bent up at my sides. The moon was shining in the back. He was towering over me, upper body tilted slightly.
"You are so damn beautiful. I’m the luckiest man to have you here like this, open, waiting for me. Wanting me."
I felt his fingers at my entrance while he skimmed his other hand on my right thigh, then my left one. He slid one finger inside me, and I arched my back. On instinct, I lifted my arms, putting them over my head.
"No, let me see you, beautiful." His tone was strong, commanding. He added a second finger and leaned over me. Putting an arm on the desk, he kissed down my rib cage, my left boob, up my chest, and then my neck.
I was overwhelmed by sensations again, having his lips all over my body and his fingers inside me. I turned my head, tilting it so I could easily kiss him. He met me halfway and covered my mouth with his, tangling our tongues, kissing me deeply.
A groan tore from his chest. I shuddered, rolling my hips against his hand. I knew he couldn't keep himself in check any longer. And when he broke the kiss, straightening up, I knew he needed me just as much as I needed him.
He undid his belt and tore at the zipper as if he didn't care if he broke it.
He pushed his pants and boxers down, but not all the way, then took a condom out of his back pocket, putting it on.
Even in the dimly lit room, I could see his eyes changing.
They were downright feral. I pushed myself onto my elbows and planted my heels on the edge of the table, lifting my ass a little bit.
He cupped it with both hands, aligning his cock with my entrance.
I felt every delicious inch as he slid inside. I gasped, closing my eyes, needing to find my center.
"Fucking hell, this feels so good." He groaned, dropping his head back. His whole body seemed to vibrate as he moved his hips back and forth.
I crushed my pelvis against his, loving the sound of our bodies sliding against each other.
I couldn't even breathe from feeling so full of him.
I was hungry and sated at the same time.
In the moonlight, I could see the veins on his arms bulging from the effort.
He looked so damn stunning like this. He moved his hands, holding my right thigh with one.
He splayed the other one on my belly, over my clit. And I was done for.
For the second time tonight, I felt my entire body go up in flames. I didn’t thrash this time. I didn't even curl my back. I simply released the pleasure, crying out so loudly that I feared the entire city might have heard me.
"Oh fuck, you come so beautifully."
His words spurred me on, and I was overwhelmed. So was he. I watched him against the dark sky, drinking in the contour of his shoulders and the way his muscles clenched when he came. My man was damn gorgeous, and I loved every inch of him.
He bent over me, keeping his forehead on my shoulder.
“Babe, are you okay?” he asked.
I giggled.
He looked up. “Not the reaction I was expecting.”
“I just realized we’re breaking all the rules tonight, and I'm not even sorry."
"There are no rules."
He straightened up, removing the condom. I pushed myself into a sitting position and then climbed off the desk.
"The ones I set for myself."
“I see.” He put his hands on the edge of the desk at the sides of my hips, trapping me. He kissed the tip of my nose and my forehead before pulling back and looking straight at me. “Since you’ve accepted my job offer, I’m going to lay out some new rules.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m all ears.”
“First: you’re not allowed any more overtime. And if you insist, we’re going to spend the evening here. On. My. Desk.”
My nipples perked up. “Ha! You’re full of yourself if you think that’s going to happen.”
Actually, I was strongly considering it as an incentive to stay late. I mean, it was sexy as hell.
“Just putting it out there, but if you wait for me in your office with the top buttons of your shirt open and cute and tipsy, you might increase your odds.”
“Cute and tipsy!” He sounded stunned. “My dick just shriveled.”
I threw my head back, laughing. “No chance of that happening. Any other rules? I require full disclosure before I sign.”
“Just one more. I want us to have lunch together every day.”
I grinned. “I can be talked into that.”