"Go home, Leah," says Luke, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I'll have my lawyers release you from this contract. And I'm sorry about your dad. There's nothing further I'll be able to do."

His words ring in my ears like curses. I want to argue with him, to tell him that this feels too real to quit, that I want to stick by his side. But when I open my mouth, he shakes his head and silences me.

"Leah. I'm sorry. It's done."

He leaves the room. I stay there for the rest of the day.

I sleep over until the next day.

And the next.

There's no sign of Luke.

He doesn't come back home.

He's gone.

* * *

I stand in the doctor's office, around the corner from my dad's hospital room.

"Nine to twelve weeks," the doctor says to me. "Your father isn't responding well to the chemo, and that's how long we give him. "I'm sorry."

Wordlessly, I return to my father's bedside. He's asleep, the heart monitor beeping next to him. He looks so pale and weak, even compared to when I saw him last week. I hate seeing him like this, and I try to think of how he looked when he was healthy a year ago. That's how I want to remember him.

I take one of his hands in mind and I hold it tight. When he's gone, it'll just be me and Aya and my books. I don't have anyone else left. I thought Luke Steele was going to play a role in the next part of my life, but I haven't heard from him in weeks. Not since the board of directors stripped his title from him.

Taking a seat next to my father, I settle down and wait. I'm going to sit here with him just as long as I can, until he wakes up, and tell him how much I love him.

* * *

A few days later, I'm sitting in my basement bedroom, typing away on my word processor. Writing is an escape for me, and I'm glad that no matter what happens, I'll always have my stories. Miraculously, Diamond House somehow didn't terminate my contract after the debacle at the gala. In fact, last time I talked to them, they didn't bring it up at all.

I like to think that Luke pulled strings for me as his last act of our relationship, in order to keep my dreams alive.

As I type away, I hear a familiar tapping sound. At first it seems far away and I can't tell what it is. Then I realize it sounds exactly like Luke's knocking at my window did.

It's too good to be true. But when I look up at the window, Luke Steele's face appears.

Without a moment's hesitation, I spring up from my bed, rush upstairs, and out onto the street.

Luke stands there, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves. He has a short beard now, and his hair is cut short. I've never seen him like this before.

"Leah," he says, opening his arms. "Come here."

I rush to him, and he envelops me in his arms, holding me tight and making the rest of the world disappear. A couple tears streak down my face, but I bury them in his shirt and don't let him see. I don't look up at him until my face feels completely dry.

"Luke. You came back."

"Yes," he says. "I'm back. This felt too real. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep for days when I didn't see you. I felt as if I'd lost everything, and then I realized, the most important thing to me didn't have to be lost."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Listen to me, Leah. All my life I've pursued wealth and success. It's always been my number one priority, and I don't know any other way to live. But since I lost my company, I've come to realize that the most important things in this world are people, not things. A company can be replaced. But you cannot."

I throw my arms around him again and hug him tight.

"But there's something else," he says, and I look in his eyes again.

"Your father. The same thing goes for him."

"I don't understand," I say.

"Leah, I thought long and hard about this. My parents are long gone. But if there's any hope of saving your father, we have to do it. I've liquidated all of my assets, and I've raised enough cash to afford a full round of treatment for your father."

His words shock me. "You sold… everything?"

"Yes, Leah."

"But what are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to marry you, Leah. And we're going to start a family together, and we're going to focus on the things that matter in life. Businesses come and go. I'll get back on top. But from now on, I'm focused on what matters."

My heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness.

* * *

"Take off your top," he says, watching me from across the room. "Now."

My mind races. Is this finally going to be when I lose my v-card?

There's an irresistible aching between my legs. I can't help thinking how his hands would feel pulling me into him from behind…

I reach my hands around my back and unhook the clasp of my bra. I let the straps slowly fall off my shoulders, and I feel the cool air against my breasts as the cups fall away from my skin. The bra flutters to the floor.

I feel wetness seeping through my underwear.

"That's a good girl," Luke says. "Now, turn around and bend over the couch."

I turn around because there's nothing else my body will let me do, my ass facing my fiancé.

"Take them off," he orders. "Slowly."

With no alternative, I hook my fingers under the elastic of my waistband and do as I am told, exposing my most private parts. I feel so wet and slick, and I hope that he can't tell. I just feel so exposed and vulnerable right now.

"Good fucking girl," he growls. I look over my shoulder, and he's still standing there, with a hand over the front of his pants, where there is now an obvious bulge.

I can't believe this is happening.

He begins to walk, crossing the room with long, powerful strides, his dark hair falling down into his eyes. He approaches me, and I see him raise his right arm. With one swift motion, he brings it down, his palm slapping hard against my bare ass, making a loud clap. I yipe in pain, and see his arm rise into the air again.

"Luke, plea—" I start, before his hand falls once more, striking my other asscheek. My entire body tightens and jolts against the couch with the force of the strike. I cry out again, and then I feel his familiar hands touch me in the sexiest way.

He grabs my sides where my hips meet my waist, and he pulls my ass toward him. I feel his hard cock through the fabric of his pants, straining. It presses against my nakedness, and it feels thick and hard.

Pinned to the couch, I feel Luke's cock hardening even further as he runs his rough hands over the smooth skin of my back, taking in all of my secrets. He brushes my hair over my shoulder and his hand runs down my ribs, cupping my right breast. He kneads it softly, grinding his cock against my ass.

My breathing is quick, shallow. I manage to turn around so I'm facing Luke. He looks into my eyes.

God, he really is good looking. I feel my inhibitions begin to melt away, my brain surrendering, no longer able to resist. Now I just do what comes naturally.

I sink down to my knees, placing my lips around the bulge in his pants, and I gently drag my teeth across his hardness under the fabric. He groans in pleasure, his hands now running through my hair. "Baby," he says, "Take my cock in your mouth like a good girl. Show me how much you need it."

I don't need any further encouragement. Hungrily, I loosen his belt and tear his pants open, popping the button off. I drag the zipper down, revealing his boxer briefs, now thinly concealing the shape of his thick hard-on. I reach up and place my hands on his chest, resting my cheek against his boxer briefs, reveling in the feeling of his manhood. I want it so badly.

My hands slowly make their way down his chest and stomach, savoring the feeling of his hard abs through the fabric of his cotton shirt. When my hands reach his waist, my fingers find their way under the elastic band, and I eagerly pull his boxers and pants down to his knees.

His cock, now freed, is fully erect, only inches from my face. My god, it's as magnificent as the rest of him. I wrap my left hand around the base of his shaft, and with my right hand, I reach down and begin to circle my index and middle fingers around my clit.

I take his cock inside my mouth, and, on my knees, I feel like such a good little slut. His clean musk fills my nostrils, and I run my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the first droplets of pre-cum. I moan as he involuntarily thrusts his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and stretching my mouth.

"Oh, Leah," he says urgently, "I've needed this for so long." He groans in pleasure as I rub the head of his cock on my lips. My pussy is absolutely on fire right now, and as I rub myself, I find myself so wet that there's hardly any friction. I'm soaking, and I can't think of anything except total submission.

I momentarily remove his cock from my hungry mouth, glistening with my saliva. I stroke it up and down, savoring every inch of his skin gliding against mine. "Luke," I plead, "I need you inside me so bad."

I can tell that's all he needs to hear. I turn around again and bend over the couch, again exposing my backside to him. As I do so, he pulls his pants the rest of the way off and tosses them aside.

I look over my shoulder at my fiancé, my eyes pleading with him. "I need you to take me," I tell him, my voice nearing desperation. "Take my virginity from me."

I reach around and grasp his cock with my hand, bending over further, guiding him into me. I gasp as his manhood fills me up. It stretches me deep, so deep, beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I grit my teeth, expecting it to hurt, but it doesn't. Instead, it fills a void inside me that I never knew existed, and I feel utterly complete.

"Oh, Leah, baby," he groans, and begins to thrust in and out of me. His hands again explore my body, and I feel them cup my breasts again. My nipples harden against his hands, and I feel like they just got hit by a blast of winter air. I begin to pant, feeling intense pressure building inside me.

"Fuck...me...Luke," I beg, my words punctuated by heavy breaths. "I'm all yours."

One of his hands finds its way down to my clit, and he begins to pleasure me while his hard cock stretches out my tight hole.

His breathing is ragged, and I can tell he's close to his own climax.

"I need you to... fill me up," I gasp. "I need to know what it's like. Do it."

My words push Luke over the edge. He lets out a primal groan, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me, pumping me full of his warm seed from behind.

His orgasm pushes me into my own climax, and I feel the muscles in my legs spasm as explosions of pleasure rack my body.

I try to catch my breath as he withdraws from me, and I feel his cum drip out of me, down my leg. I relish every drop I feel. It's so much better and more fulfilling than I ever thought, and I'm so thankful that I saved my first time for Luke. He's everything.

To my delight, when I stand upright and turn around, I see that Luke still has his hand on his very hard cock, and he's rubbing the length of his shaft.

"Baby, I'm not done," he says with a groan. I can hardly believe his stamina, but I need no further instructions. I take his cock in my hands, and squeeze tightly as I jerk my hands up and down its length. I look into Luke's eyes as I do so, squeezing my tits together with my arms, making myself as pretty as I can for him.

"I'm going to cum again," he says, his eyes half-shut in a look of ecstasy.

I tighten my grip and increase the pace of my strokes. "Do it," I say, "Cum all over my tits, baby. Fucking do it."

For the second time, I feel his cock begin to throb, and he begins to shoot hot, sticky streams of cum on my chest. I moan in earnest, so aroused by the sight of my fiancé losing control for the second time, and the warmness splashing on my breasts.

When his orgasm subsides, I look up in his eyes, and lean forward on my knees to take his cock in my mouth again. I clean it with my tongue, tasting the slightly salty, sweet fluid.

"Oh, Luke," I say, "I need more of this." I'm telling the truth. I've never had an orgasm like that, and I've never felt such a compulsion to service a man, and to let him use me as his fuck toy.

"Princess," he says, caressing my face, "We're doing this all night long."

* * *

We fuck all night, until we pass out exhausted. But when I wake up, Luke Steele is standing over me, his lusty eyes burning into mine, and I need him. Again.

I reach up, grab his hand, and pull it down over my shirt, placing it over my breast. I look up and into his devastating green eyes.

"Is this what you want?" I say.

Instead of speaking, he cups my breast gently and brings his other hand up my neck to cradle my cheek. He gently tilts my head backwards, sinking down onto the mattress next to me. He presses his lips to mine, and his scent fills my body, his pheromones a perfect match for mine.

His scent is intoxicating, a hot, sweet cinnamon musk. As he kisses me, I take his face in my hands, savoring the feeling of his rough stubble against the smooth skin of my hands, and delighting in the sensation of his rough, moist tongue mashing against mine, tasting me.

He cups my breasts through my shirt with both hands, and I feel my nipples harden, responding to his touch.

He breaks our kiss. "Fuck, Leah, you taste and feel every bit as good as I hoped you would."

I feel my lady parts swelling, aroused, and the cotton of my panties feels wet against my inner thigh. "The feeling is mutual," I say to him. "Damn, you're handsome."

I place my hands on the bulge in his pants while he un-tucks and unbuttons his shirt hastily. God, it feels huge, and I want to see it again so badly. I need it inside me again.

Luke helps me unbuckle his belt. We work together urgently, a burning desire that we can each tell the other shares. I unfasten his pants and tug them down to his thighs, freeing his big strong cock.

The circumcised head is already glistening with pre-cum. I see a wet spot in his dark navy blue boxers, and the thought of him desiring me drives me wild. I rip my shirt off, letting it fall to the ground.

I wrap a lusty hand around his hard shaft and take his cock into my mouth. It tastes like heaven, just like it did the first time I tried this, and I'm astonished at how fully and deeply I feel a sense of submission. I want to service this man, to show him how brilliant and handsome he is.

I work his shaft up and down with my mouth and hands, my lips making an urgent, slurping sound as I try to take him as deeply as I can down my throat. His powerful hands explore my breasts, pinching and caressing my puffy nipples, my body aching for his.

"Fuck, Leah, you suck my dick so good," he groans.

Without warning, he withdraws his cock from my mouth, put his strong hands under my arms, and puts me on my back.

I desperately try to keep a hand wrapped around his beautiful cock, but my hands fly above my head, out of reach. Luke hooks his beautiful, strong fingers around the waistband of my sweatpants and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion.

I giggle as my pants and panties bunch up around my ankles, but he works them off expertly. I lay completely naked in front of him, my parts fully exposed to his enormous manhood. I can feel myself glistening with sex juices, and I can't believe how bad I need to feel his cock inside me.

Luke grabs my hands with his, interlocking our fingers, and pulls me toward him until my bare ass presses against his thighs. I feel the hardness and warmth of his cock against my belly, his shaft pressing against my clit and sending electric pleasure throughout my body. I'm on fire. I'm burning.

"Put it in me," I beg him. "I need to know what it feels like to have you inside me again. You're the only man I want like that. You're the only man I've ever wanted like that."

He groans, aroused by my words of encouragement, and reaches down to grab his cock and guide the tip into my tight pussy. I gasp as the head enters me, stretching me. I tilt my neck forward, not wanting to miss a second of the scene happening in front of me. I gasp as he stretches me, pushing inch after inch of his rock-hard manhood into my body. I cry out as he reaches his hilt. He begins to slowly thrust in and out of me, and I delight in the sight of his cock penetrating my untouched body.

"Oh, yeah," I moan, "Fill me up with your cum."

"Fuck, Leah," he says, "I need it just as bad as you do." He pumps in and out of me harder, his hands running up and down my tummy, pinching my nipples, and savoring the soft skin of my hips.

I feel a sense of pressure starting to build in my tummy. He takes my spread legs and pushes then up onto his shoulders, not slowing the pace of our fucking. It feels tighter this way, and I feel his cock challenging me, stretching me.

"Baby, I can't last long inside you," he says, beads of sweat dripping down the side of his head.

"Fill me up, try as hard as you can to put a baby in me," I moan. I don't care how wrong it is. It's the only thing I can think about right now, and the thought turns me on like crazy.

His thrusting increases in frequency and intensity. He brings a hand down to my pussy and begins to circle my clit with his thumb as his rock-hard cock slides in and out of my wet slit.

"Do it," I say, cooing to him. "Fill me up."

He starts to groan and I feel his cock harden inside me even more. Suddenly, a warm feeling floods my lower half and pushes me over the edge into my own orgasm. I cry out loudly, unable to help myself.

Contractions grip the lower half of my body, pushing my body beyond its limits, and I cum for Luke Steele. Over and over again.