“I have invitations.”

Luck was on my side. I’d showed up at Luke’s office and made it to his floor at the same time his assistant happened to be away from her desk.

Luke looked up at me and flashed a bright smile. “I’m the best man, I don’t need an invitation.” He motioned me inside and I closed the door behind me.

“Actually, you do need an invitation, but that’s not what I meant.” I held up the two options that had arrived this morning to gauge his instant reaction. Poppy would ultimately decide, but she would ask everyone so I was beating her to it. For efficiency’s sake. “Well?”

“I like the copper border, the silver looks so old fashioned.”

“I like it too.” How on earth was planning a wedding more stressful than a huge outdoor sporting event?

“Wait, that’s it?” He was on his feet, backing me up until my calves hit the sofa in his office and I dropped down. “You come here for wedding invitations and I don’t even get a kiss?”

My gaze landed on his mouth, beautiful, firm lips that my own mouth watered to taste again. “We shouldn’t. Not here.”

“Fuck shouldn’t.” Luke dropped down beside me and one hand began to caress my thigh. “Come here.”

“I’m right here, Luke.”

He groaned and leaned over to grab me by the waist, lifting me and setting me on his lap. “That’s here. Hi.” His smile softened and he licked his lips.

“Hey,” I said back and licked mine.

“I like this dress, it’s so sexy and girly.”

My head fell back and I laughed. “Compared to the potato sack I normally wear?”

“Hell no. You usually look like a fantasy, but this, makes me want to seduce you.” As he said the words he thrust his hips up so the hard ridge of his cock hit me right where I was already slick and throbbing.

“You could try. I have an hour before I have to be at Poppy’s.”

His grinned turned devilish and his hands began to roam up my thighs until his thumbs caressed my center. “Oh sweetheart, I can accomplish so much in an hour.”

I knew he could, especially when he laid me out and pulled my panties down, tucking them in his pocket before burying his face between my legs. His tongue knew every nerve to drive me crazy, pressing some spots in quick flicks and taking long laves of other spots until I was a writhing, squirming mess.

“Luke!” My fingers tangled in his hair and tugged him close as I arched into him, feeling his face pressed up against me until my body went slack in pleasure. “Luke,” I panted out.

His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked just as the last remnants of my orgasm flooded out of me, triggering another that was even more intense thanks to his satisfied laughter.

“Nothing makes me harder than hearing you say my name in those husky, little breaths.” Then he was crawling up the couch and settling between my legs as he worked his way deep inside of me, thrusting deep until he could go no further. “Talia,” he growled and nipped at my neck. “You’re so fucking wet, just for me.”

“All for you,” I told him because apparently I couldn’t lie to him when his cock was buried to the hilt. His hips moved lightning quick, thrusting harder and faster as his own pleasure began to take over. My legs were tight around his waist, increasing the depth and friction of our coupling until another orgasm began as a low hum.

“Talia,” he roared in my ear, hips pumping in a slow and steady motion that kept me on a tightrope of want and need. “Fuck you feel so good.”

“So do you.” He felt too good, hot and hard everywhere, muscles clenching as his cock throbbed until it was empty. It was only when I felt a telltale liquid slide out of me did I realize what had just happened and jumped up. “Bathroom?” He pointed and I fled to the nicely appointed bathroom that was similar to Poppy’s. “Fuck.” I couldn’t stop saying ‘fuck’ because I knew it was a bad idea to screw around with Lukas or guys like him. I couldn’t trust myself with all that charm and good looks. I lost myself in guys who didn’t give a damn about me, let passion consume me to the point we didn’t use protection. Even knowing full well I’d be stuck on my own with the result of that action. A few minutes later I had my shit under control and stepped out.

“Everything okay?” He looked and sounded concerned, and that only made it worse because it made my stupid heart think he might care when he didn’t.

“I’m fine,” I told him and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth because it would be the last time. “But your need to be an overachiever in all things means I have to get going. I’ll see you, Luke.” I walked away on wobbly legs, cursing my own lust and stupidity.

And vowing that I would keep my distance from Luke.