“I saw you kiss Savannah, then you sawmekiss Savannah. Then at Onyx?—”
“I know,” I interrupt him.
“We kissed,” he states.
“We kissed,” I confirm.
Luke slips his hands into the pockets of his joggers, casting his gaze to the side. “I want it to happen again.”
His confession rocks my foundation, opening a door I wasn’t sure existed.
“Me too,” I confess.
“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Luke asserts.
I dip my head, validating his words. “We have.”
“I don’t want to mess that up, but I won’t pretend I haven’t thought about this happening over the years.”
“Really? I want to see where it goes.”
Luke lets out a big exhale. “Thank fuck.”
I’m not sure who moves first, but the next thing I know, we’re both kneeling on my bed, reaching for each other, and our mouths collide.
Luke’s hands dive into my hair, angling my head and plunging his tongue deeper into my mouth. I greedily take everything he gives me.
Breaking his hold, I trail my lips down the column of his neck, nipping and sucking as I go. Luke groans, moving his hips forward, and I feel the length of his hard cock against my own.
Luke pauses, craning his neck to get a look at something off to the side. “Is that Mocha Lisa?”
Following his gaze, I realize that my laptop fell out of my lap when I was surprised earlier. Now it’s positioned so that both of us have the perfect view of the screen.
Jumping forward, I reach for my laptop. “Nope!”
At the same time, Luke gets a hold of it as well. “You’re watching Savannah while she’s at work?”
Yanking the laptop out of his grip, I wince. “Maybe.”
Luke takes a seat. “Did you have trouble getting passed the firewall?”
His question throws me off. It’s not at all what I was expecting. “Only for a minute, but it was easy enough.”
“Good. I’d be afraid that you’re getting old and rusty if you struggled with it too much,” Luke teases me.
I shake my head at him. “Well, it was when—” the static on my screen makes me cut myself off. “The fuck?”
“What’s going on?” Luke leans to get a look at my screen.
I pound on the keys, trying to reestablish the link. “I lost my connection.”
Luke studies what I’m doing. “How?”
“I’m not sure.” I attempt a few different options, but none of them work. “Shit. I think someone kicked me out.”
“Do you think it was Savannah?”
Luke’s conjecture has merit, but Savannah would have to know I’m watching her. “It’s possible, but…”
