“I love you so much.”
“You know what you’re doing, Katie. I love you most.”
The nurse standing by nods at me to indicate he’s going to take my father inside when he’s ready. Luke and I make our way out to the parking lot through a side gate with an exit code.
I’m not sure what to say to him about the conversation that occurred between him and my dad. It felt strangely intimate for being their first meeting. With my dad’s mental capacity decreasing daily, his very real and vulnerable moment with Luke felt...monumental somehow.
But what did it mean to Luke?
Yesterday was terrifying and overwhelming. Being taken and threatened and nearly dying isn’t something I ever want to experience again. Apparently, action and adventure are not for me.
We’re in his sports car, and he’s quiet as he drives through the Saturday traffic.
“Thank you for that. I...I don’t often get to see the side of him that’s familiar.”
He turns to me as we pull up to a red light, green eyes studying my face. “I meant what I said. I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you safe from now on. As long as I’m alive, you will never go through what you did at the office yesterday again.”
I swallow, blinking at the intensity of his gaze. “I believe you.”
He faces the windshield, eyes on the road. I take a moment to admire his handsome profile before looking forward. The silence stretches between us until we’re in his parking garage.
I have questions about what happened yesterday, but somehow, I know that asking them before he’s ready to explain would be pointless. I trust him to keep me safe, and I believe his lack of explanation is a part of that plan. Our steps echo through the cement building, his hand on my lower back guiding me.
We’re in the elevator when he crowds me into the corner, invading my personal bubble. His hands find my waist as my butt presses against the metal handrail. There’s no reason to speak, and as soon as the metal doors close, his lips are on mine, hungry.
CHAPTER 34
LUKE
She tasteslike the sweetness I crave but can never satisfy. Her tongue dips into my mouth, soft lips pressed to mine. She lets me have my way, my desire for her controlling the movements. I mold my body to fit over hers, moving as close as I can. She sucks on my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. Blood rushes to my groin.
I reach over to pull out the emergency stop. The elevator comes to a halt, but I continue to kiss her like it’s the last time. Her fingers curl into my hair, scraping my scalp at my nape. I reach up under her T-shirt, searching for the clasp of her bra.
Her skin is velvet beneath my fingertips. I need to get closer to her. This contact isn’t enough. Backing up slightly, I see on her face that she wants me too. Her blue eyes are dark, dipping over me.
I reach down, pulling on the zipper of my jeans. She mimics the movement, tugging hers down over her hips with her bright blue thong. If there are cameras in this elevator, someone is about to get an eyeful.
She shoves her hand into her tiny purse to pull out a condom. I take it from her, ripping the foil with my teeth. I sheathe myself with the thin rubber before reaching under her butt to lift her upto rest on the railing. She grips the metal bar with one hand, the other wrapping around my neck.
She kisses my jawline, fingernails scraping against my nape.
I watch her face as I find her entrance with the head of cock. She gasps, eyelids drooping as I rub it over her clit, spreading her wetness around.
“Luke . . .” she begs, whimpering.
The contact is heaven, and I savor the sensation of her slick pussy on the head of my cock for a blissful moment before rocking my body into hers, pushing into her with one thrust. Her face is pure ecstasy, and watching the reactions I draw from her is better than any narcotic on the black market.
“Luke, you’re . . . you’re . . .”
“What, Miss Dawson?” I whisper next to her ear. “What am I?” I thrust my hips harder, the sound of our flesh smacking together echoing inside the empty elevator.
“You’re my boss,” she whispers back, biting down on her lip.
“Does that mean I can tell you what to do?” Sweat beads on my lower back.
I pull my face back from her ear. She simply nods, eyes wide.
“Hold on tighter,” I instruct.
