I swallow. “Would you ever want something like that?”
A relationship. Something steady. Something real.
Lucian studies me, the corner of his mouth lifting into something softer than a smirk. “It’s been crossing my mind lately.”
My heart kicks hard against my ribs.
“I was wondering, Lucian.” I swallow nervously.
This thought has been raging against me the past few weeks, but I’ve been too afraid to ask. But now, now that we’ve become closer, I want to see what the devil will say.
“Yes?” His dark hair falls into his eyes, making me stuttered.
“I was wondering if from time to time I could be permitted to leave your estate?”
Lucian stares at his wine glass, waiting.
“Just to go grocery shopping or get a coffee.” I hurriedly add. “I’m in the house all day while you’re gone and I’mbored.”
Lucian’s laugh is booming and warm. I jump at the sound.
He smiling so hard his eyes start to tear up. “You’re bored, huh?”
“Yes. Miserably. I’d like to go out with Mara shopping or with you to run any errand.” I blow out a breath. “I feel like a housewife with no duties.”
Lucian runs his fingers over my hand adoringly. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Of course. You’ll have to bring a guard with you or a driver, but of course. Go wherever you want that’s not another mob’s den.”
“Really?”
Lucian tilts his head, the beautiful smile on his face making him look like a damn movie star. “You’ve listened to me well, Elias. A reward is overdue.”
I shift closer, my knee brushing his beneath the table. He doesn’t move away. His hand rests near mine, close enough that I can feel the heat of him.
I lean in, voice low. “You know,” I say lightly, “we’re still doing things out of order.”
“Are we?” he murmurs.
I smile and close the distance just enough to let my fingers slide into his lap, hidden by linen and shadow. His breath catches—just once. His gaze darkens, but he doesn’t stop me.
Lucian’s hand tightens around his glass as he leans back, jaw clenched, eyes never leaving my face.
My hand undoes the button of his slacks, passing over the tightening bulge.
His legs spread bumping my leg under the table. “Elias.” His voice is warning.
I press a long kiss against his neck, my hand teasing under the linens. “I thought you owned the place?”
My hand slips into his pants finding him hard and ready. He brings his wine glass to his lips and downs the rest of it.
I feel a bead of cum leaking from his slit. I use it, slicking my hand down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I smirk, shifting out of my chair and under the table.
His cock is like a fucking masterpiece. Large and veiny. It leans to the right slightly but when it’s inside me it fills all the right places. I take it into my mouth greedily. My own dick growing persistently in my dress pants.
Lucian shifts his leg pressing it against my crotch. I hum against his skin, as his hand pushes my head down.
