My lips part around a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. My voice comes out without thinking.
“You’re hot as fuck.”
The words tumble out of me too honestly, and I instantly feel my cheeks flare with heat. But it’s true. Heavens, it’s true. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and he just came all over me like he couldn’t help himself.
His gaze softens, a surprised little glint sparking in his still-dazed eyes. Then he lets out a breathless laugh.
“Is that post-orgasm Lucas talking?” he teases, his voice low and warm. “Still high from what I just did to you?”
I let out a weak laugh, but nod anyway, because yeah, I’m completely fucked out. Drunk on whatever this is with him. Drunk on him.
Then he gives me a soft smile, leaning forward, and his lips possessively find mine like I’m the oxygen that he needs.
“And you,” he breathes against my lips, “are beautiful as fuck.”
My heart stutters in my chest, and I know it. I’m never going to recover from this man.
THIRTY
LUCAS
“Earth to Lucas,” Tyler says, snapping me out of the fog I’ve been swimming in.
I blink up at him as he’s gently painting my nails in soft pink. His expression is amused but curious, like he knows I’ve been miles away.
“You’ve been zoned out for like five minutes,” he says. “What’s got you all swoony? Is it the rich Russian again?”
I sigh quietly, but I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. I haven’t seen Alex since Saturday morning, right after that night. It’s Wednesday now, and the memory of his touch still lives under my skin like an echo I can’t shake.
He had to leave for an urgent business trip with Anton. And promised he’d be back this Thursday. He texts sometimes—brief messages. But he calls me every night, right when I’m tucked under the sheets. His voice in my ear is the only thing that calms me lately.
That morning, before he left, he handed me his Amex card, as if it were no big deal. I remember staring at him, a look of confusion on my face.
“Just use it while I’m gone,” he’d said with a shrug. I still haven’t used it yet.
That same night, while Tyler and I were watching a movie, a CashApp alert lit up my phone—$5,000 from Alex. I stared at it, then texted him instantly.
Lucas:What is the money
For this time?
Alex:The usual weekly
Payment.
Lucas:We barely had
Lessons this week.
He replied with a GIF of a stubborn little kid with his arms crossed.
Now, back in the present, Tyler waves a hand in front of my face.
“Seriously, Lucas. You’re glowing.” He says with a smirk. “Like, post-spiritual-awakening glowing. What’s going on in that curly little head of yours?”
I exhale, then sign with my free hand:
“A lot.”
