Chapter 9 #2
“On?” My voice takes on a tone I’ve never used before.
“Take me down.”
“What?”
“I’ve taught you the foundation. Take me to the ground,” he says, confident I can.
Um…okay.
Challenge accepted. Especially because I know we’re not really having an actual lesson right now. I can play dirty.
I step back, leaving space between us and watch him track every move. Fighting a grin, I reach for the hem of his shirt I’m wearing and pause. Luke’s brow arches. Keeping my expression carefree, I slowly pull his shirt up my torso, revealing my bare breasts and take it off.
“Brown Eyes?”
Without answering, I drag my leggings down my legs in profile so he can see my ass. I kick them off and face him fully naked.
He wants me to take him to the ground? With pleasure.
I’ve only ever done this once and hated it.
Just imagining the heat and weight of him in my mouth has me wet between my inner thighs.
I strut toward him, holding his stare before pressing my palms over his chest. His heart beats rapidly against my hand. He doesn’t move. Keeps steady with his hands still at his hips. He’s letting me play, and I love that.
I slowly glide my palms down his shirt until I reach the waistband of his sweats. I tip my fingers in feeling the soft trail of hair that tickles my skin. The muscles under his belly button tighten at my touch. I keep my eyes on him, watching his reaction as I push the sweats down his body.
I kneel, taking them with me, looking up at this beautiful man who in a week’s time has turned my world inside out.
I tried to tell myself this was just the adrenaline of danger pulling us together but I knew deep down that was a lie. I’ve never felt connected to another man at first glance. And the more time with him only made that connection better.
Luke makes me feel safe, yes, but also free.
I don’t have to be proper Anna, polite Anna, traditional Anna. I can be myself, as I am. And he wants her. That true version of me. I see it.
And that’s intoxicating. I don’t want to have to give it up. Give him up.
I ignore the intrusive worries that this is only temporary for him and admire up close the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It’s thick, long, and hard as steel. That pulsing vein down his shaft is hot.
I wrap my hand around it as best as I can and firmly give one, slow stroke.
I look up as Luke’s jaw clenches.
“This wasn’t the assignment I gave you,” he rasps.
I raise my brow and grin. “I haven’t gotten to work yet.”
I bring my lips closer and brush them up and down, getting familiar with the feel of him, his scent, the hard heat. The pearl that swells at the tip calls to me so I lick it, lightly tracing the slit.
“Fuck,” Luke coughs, his knees buckling. “Give me those eyes.”
I look up and lick from root to tip.
Groaning, Luke’s nose flares as his eyes harden. “Be a good girl, and put me in that mouth.”
My hips twitch as I squeeze my thighs together for some relief. I feel powerful down here. I’ve always read that and thought it was bullshit. Now, I get it. He’s at my mercy. Not the other way around.
I lavish the tip with my tongue before wrapping my lips around the tip and filling my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Luke growls, taking a handful of hair from the back of my head but not guiding me. “Get it nice and wet before I take that pussy.”
I moan around him, loving that vein against my tongue as I bob my head, taking him deeper. My hand tightens at the root, stroking in tune with my mouth. He grows bigger and more pre-release meets my tongue.
“You wet, baby?”
I nod, picking up the tempo and sucking him harder.
Groaning, Luke’s knees are losing the battle. “I’m gonna come, Brown Eyes.”
I keep going, wanting it.
“You want me to fill that mouth?”
I nod, knowing he’s very close. I can’t hold back. I use my free hand between my legs and rub my wet clit, whimpering.
“Make both of us come, Brown Eyes.”
His fingers grip my hair harder, adding shivers down my spine into my core. My fingers rub my clit faster, my hips dancing for friction.
“Fuck, Anna,” Luke chokes as he bends forward and shouts, flooding my mouth with come.
I cry out around his cock as my pussy squeezes and releases. I swallow, running my tongue along the slit at the tip, making him jerk inside my mouth as my body sags, twitching in aftershocks.
An echo pops as Luke falls to his knees, releasing him from my mouth. He pulls my body over him as he falls back on the ground, and I straddle him. We both pant. Luke runs his hands up and down my bare back, landing at my ass, where he softly massages.
“Holy shit, baby…”
“I want you naked,” I whisper, running my hands over his chest.
“Just give me two minutes,” he says, still catching his breath.
I laugh, tilting my head back and smiling at the satisfied set in his eyes. Luke pulls me closer, kissing me deeply, not caring that I taste of him.
The kiss escalates, and he rolls over me. I wrap my legs around his hips, grinding into him. Both of our bare intimate parts, slicking the other. His cock slowly comes to life as I aim to get him inside.
“I need you,” I moan into his mouth.
“You have me.”
“I want all of you,” I whimper, pushing his shirt up and off.
Luke takes my face in his hands and turns my head, his tongue taking my mouth, owning me. Our hips find the same rhythm. The head of his cock keeps nudging my entrance, and careless me seriously wants to say, fuck it, and tell him to take me bare.
“Luke,” I gasp.
“Hello!” Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck!” Luke pulls away.
“What?” I’m panting, looking around, confused as hell.
Luke’s grabbing and pulling on his clothes at record speed.
What is happening?
“It’s just us,” Madison’s voice calls out. “Gabe’s been tapping the walkie, waiting for a response.”
“Oh, God.” Shit, shit, shit.
I scramble off the ground with Luke’s help. He hands me my clothes. “Go inside the bedroom, get dressed. I’ll answer.”
I look down at the still apparent tell in his sweatpants.
Luke grabs my face and presses a quick kiss. “I’ll get it under control. Go freshen up, baby.”
Blue balls and vagina from hell.
I laugh as it hits me. Luke grins, shaking his head. He presses a kiss on my forehead and turns me around, tapping my ass with his hand.
“Later,” he says, heading to the door.
I rush to the room and change, brush my hair, and drink the water I left in the glass on the night table by the bed.
I hear their voices, wondering if Luke managed to deflate his boner. I snicker, reaching the bedroom door. I walk out to meet Madison’s face, which I can’t get a read on.
“Everything okay?” I ask, realizing that if they came all this way, maybe something’s wrong. “Did something—”
“Everything’s fine,” she reassures. “Come, let’s sit on the couch.”
I approach cautiously. Luke takes my hand and brings me to the couch.
“Couch clean?” Madi asks, raising her brow.
My eyes bug out. “Madi!”
“What? Girl, we know what we walked in on. Please.”
“Oh, God.” I cover my face with my free hand.
Luke sits and brings me down on his lap. I settle in automatically, but check in on our guests’ faces. This feels like a big statement.
Is Luke claiming me as something more? In front of his boss and best friend?
“It’s been on the news all morning,” she says, opening her laptop. “I brought my wi-fi stick. Watch.” She sets the laptop on the coffee table for all of us to see.
“Senior marketing executive at Factor-X Marketing, Marcus Lennard, who had been missing for a week—”
“He was?” I ask under my breath.
“Was found dead in his high-rise downtown apartment this morning.”
“Holy shit,” I gasp, covering my mouth.
The reporter on the news goes on about a drug overdose, evidence all over his apartment, and the embezzlement connected to one of his discovered bank accounts under a false name.
Madison lowers the volume. “The embezzlement part was from an anonymous tip sent with enough proof that led the cops to investigate, hence they found him dead.”
I’m shocked. “Was that…did you?”
“No,” Madison shakes her head. “That was probably whoever he worked with. My contact found who Marcus was connected to—which I’m not going to tell you. He knows a guy who’s undercover with the organization. All they know is that Marcus fucked up somehow.”
“So, who sent the box?” I ask.
“Marcus, desperate and wanting to scare you. Made it seem it was from whoever he answered to,” Madison reveals.
I sit, processing it all. They murdered Marcus and covered their tracks.
Luke squeezes my waist. “They have no knowledge of Anna,” Luke states.
“None,” Gabe answers. “Marcus must have wanted to try cleaning up his mess before telling his bosses. And with him gone…”
“But won’t they find evidence that he was watching me? Sending me mail? Who then was watching my parents?”
“My contact scrubbed all record. Marcus had a guy he used for side jobs tracking your phone’s metadata. All already taken care of,” Madison explains.
I look at each of them, hesitant to believe it could be over, just like that.
“I’m free then? I don’t have to hide anymore?” I ask.
Luke watches me carefully.
“You’re free and safe,” Gabe says.
Luke sets me off his lap and next to him on the couch. “You’re free to go back to your life in the city. Without your boss, you could even go back to work.”
Frowning, I stare at Luke. Emotions conflict in my gut.
Does he want me to leave?
I can’t imagine going back to Portland now. Even less, ever step foot in that office building again. I don’t even like working there. I don’t like my apartment.
I’m still digesting that Marcus is dead and the only connection that I had to fear is now gone.
My parents. I can finally call my parents, let them know I’m okay. I’ll never tell them what happened, of course. Mom would lose her shit.
My chest has a brick weighing down on it.
Luke stands and goes off with Gabe. Madison scoots closer and takes my hand.
I stare at our hands, feeling myself stand at life’s crossroads.
Your life being in danger changes things. Everything.
I’ve been living in limbo, waiting to find my way, my place, my happy.
I’m terrified I have, in the most unlikely place…but can I stay? Does Luke want me to?