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"Finally." Luke pulled at the front of my blouse as I stood outside his overdone mansion. "Get in here. Shit. It's been three days."
I moved into the house and slid my hands up his chest as he gripped my ass and leaned down to consume my mouth. He might be a shark in the finance world, and an asshole most days of the week to anyone we met, but he could fuck like nobody’s business.
"I don't have long," I murmured against his wet lips as he tugged at my shirt.
"You have as long as it takes for both of us to be covered in each other’s come." He pulled the shirt over my head and moved back as he pointed to my chest. "Take your bra off and come over here. Let me enjoy you, baby."
I nodded and walked after him, working on my bra as my breathing got off centered. How badly I wanted him to be Caden. The subtle likeness between the two of them stood out far more than I'd ever noticed before. Maybe that was one of the reasons why I was so damn attracted to him in the first place.
"So beautiful, Olivia. The sexiest little bitch I know."
"Shut up. You talk too much." I crawled into his lap and lifted up before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him toward me.
The groan that left him opened me up and called me from thoughts of what could have been with his little brother to what would soon be with him.
His hands slid over my sides and down into the top of my jeans and he licked and sucked at my nipples, toying with each of them as I rocked my hips and ground against him.
"I've missed you." I slid my hands into his hair and groaned loudly as he rolled his tongue around my breast and nipped at me playfully. The hint of pain was incredible.
"I need you to start at the office on Wednesday by the latest." He moved back and pushed my hips. "Get up and take your pants off. I'm done playing around."
"Get up and strip." I pulled at the front of his shirt as I got up. "Stop talking about work. I'll be there when you want me there. All right?"
He stood and growled softly.
"So fucking cocky." He reached out and pinched my nipple as he pulled his shirt over his head and worked his shorts off his legs.
I watched him closely, coveting how good he looked naked and ready for a long afternoon of taking our aggression out on each other. Every worry faded in light of what was headed my way. Luke was excellent at paying close attention to my body and forcing me to let him have every ounce of control, though I'd tease the hell out of him until we got there.
He stroked his thick shaft and dropped back down on the couch. "Face away from me and I'll hold you up."
"Hot," I murmured and turned my back to him before shifting to stand before him.
"Such a fine ass. I love it so much, baby." His teeth pressed into the thickness of my ass and I yelped before swatting at him.
"That hurt." I bent over and gripped his legs and he pulled at my hips, forcing me down on the thickness of his cock. A moan ripped from me, and I slid down the full length of him and spread my legs wide, draping them over his as he shifted up.
"I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to hurt you." He kissed my hand and reached around to press his fingers against my clit. "Rock back and forth and get off a few times then I'll go grab a condom and bend you over the kitchen table."
"You're so dirty." I arched my back, pressing against his fingers and losing myself in the delicious tension he created between the jerking motions of his hand to the lifting of his hips. It didn't take more than a minute, and my eyes were closed and he was Caden.
I cried out as everything exploded, shooting pleasure through the center of my stomach and drenching me in the desire to have Caden beneath me.
"Again. Do it again, Olivia." Luke gripped my ass hard with his free hand and leaned back on the couch. "Lean forward and ride me. I want to see your little-wet slit."
I gripped just above his knees and leaned forward, working myself against him as we panted in tandem. I'd been working hard for the last six years to make sure that no one ever had the right to tell me that I was a shitty bed partner again. Never.
"Stop baby." He gripped my ass and sat up quickly. "That's almost too good. Let me get a condom real quick. No reason to start the family early."
I repositioned myself and stood up as he popped my ass and jogged toward the bedroom. "You want the bed or the kitchen table?"
"The table." I walked toward it, letting my eyes move across his empty walls. Only the occasional over-priced painting hung awkwardly alone in the sea of white. It was sterile and echoed the truth about him as a person. He wasn't interested in a family or a future. Just in power, money, and sex.
I'd changed a lot over the years. Almost too much. The scariest part was that the white walls almost gave me comfort. To hide behind indifference and greed left me unable to get hurt again.
"I know we said no more business." He walked back in with a blue rubber hugging his cock. "Bend over, baby."
"No more business." I slid my hands across the table, pushing the decorations his maid had laid on the table that morning as I lifted one leg and rested my knee against the edge.
"I need you to go to Texas in a week or so. We have an account we’ve been working to expand for a while now. We’re almost there."
Excitement drove through the center of my chest. "Yeah. I can do that. Is it okay if I stay a few extra days? I have some friends down there."
"Of course, Olivia." He moved up behind me. "Nothing else but the sound of your cries please."
I pressed back as he slammed into me, rocking the table as the glasses shook. We paused for a minute to enjoy how well we fit together. Him having looked for a woman that could take his cock without issue and me having wanted one much bigger than all I'd encountered in the past. Only one man could surpass Luke.
Stop it.
"Bounce your ass against me." He slid his hand up my back and gripped my long blonde hair tightly. "Make me think I'm paying for this afternoon."
I chuckled and rolled my hips, massaging the full length of him. "You aren't?"
"You can have anything you want, baby. You know that." He thrust again, lifting me off the ground.
I cried out and pulled my other knee up to the table. "Harder. Faster."
"Absolutely." He tugged my hips down a little to position me better and drove into me like his life depended on it. We took turns choosing the next position or location until both of us were sated, exhausted and drenched in sweat.
"You're my girl, you know that?" He reached over as we lay on his bed and brushed the hair from my face. It was the closest thing I'd ever get to an 'I love you’, which was a good thing. It saved me from having to say it back and lie to his face.
"Yep." I got up and walked toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Later."