Then the answer immediately hits me. Because Lucas kept me up until early morning. That man has a truckload of stamina. My body is still tingling in all the good places. I could easily get used to this.
I flop on my back and stare at the ceiling. I have to keep reminding myself I’m his fake girlfriend. Except the mind-blowing, toe-curling sex is far from fake. If I’m not careful, I could do something stupid like fall for him. That would be a mistake, wouldn’t it?
Yes! A huge mistake. Too much is happening in my life. I need to sort it out before I can think about another relationship. Also,Lucas has made it clear he’s not looking for love. I’m just letting all the amazing orgasms cloud my mind.
Rising from the bed, I pull on Lucas’ t-shirt that’s laying crumpled on the floor where he tossed it last night. In the en suite bathroom, I brush my teeth and freshen up then go in search of him.
I find him in the living room surrounded by clothing laid out on the furniture and hanging on portable clothing racks. He’s dressed in jeans and a navy t-shirt, his hair damp from a recent shower. I wish I’d woken up to join him. Maybe that’s tonight’s activity.
Goodness, will I ever get enough of him? I don’t want to think too deeply on the answer. I’ll take what I can get for as long as I can.
“Good morning,” I say.
He turns toward me. “Hey, Pixie. I thought you were never getting out of bed. I was giving you another ten minutes, then I was coming to wake you up.” He waggles his eyebrows, and I know exactly how he’d wake me up. Why did I have to get up?
“What’s all this?” I wave my arm at the clothes.
“You had to leave your stuff at the cabin. I didn’t think you wanted to go back to your apartment to pick up some things and face Darren yet, so I had a few things brought to you.”
I float my fingers over the stunning Alessi garments arranged carefully on the couch. “A few things? It looks more like a clothing store on steroids. This is too much.”
There are multicolored cocktail dresses, workout gear, and a mixture of casual yet elegant outfits. On the floor next to the clothes racks are heels, sandals, and sneakers. Bags with lingerie brands are placed on the floor.
“What use is owning a fashion house if I can’t reap the benefits? In the bags on the table are hair products, makeup, andtoiletry items. If there is anything I’ve missed, let me know and I’ll have it brought to you.”
Lucas has thought of everything. There’s enough stuff to last months. We never discussed if I would stay for more than a day now that I’m his pretend girlfriend. I assumed I could still move into a hotel somewhere and still put up the façade of being a couple. By the looks of everything Lucas has bought is he thinking of a longer stay?
“I can’t believe you did all this.”
“I want you to be comfortable.”
“There are a lot of clothes and products. Am I right to assume I’m staying a little longer than a day?”
“I thought it would be easier to carry out our plan if we were living together. You know, so we’re seen coming and going from the building. But if you don’t want to, we can arrange another place for you.”
Was that a flicker of vulnerability across his face? Does he really want me to stay? “Thank you for all of this. I’d love to stay longer. You’re sweet.”
He reaches for my hand and tugs me to him so that our chests bump together. “There’s nothingsweetabout what’s on my mind while looking at you wearing my t-shirt.” He slides his hands along the backs of my legs until he reaches under the shirt to clasp my butt. Nuzzling at my neck, he murmurs, “I wish I had time to fuck you, but Hayden is already busting my ass to get to work. I should have been there two hours ago.”
Gliding my hand between our bodies, I rub over his erection. “What’s a few more minutes?” He might be gone for hours. I’ve told myself I’m getting what I can get while I can.
His eyes darken, and I’m pierced with hot lust. “You’re right. Hayden can fucking wait.” Spinning me around, he bends me over the couch. “This is going to be hard and fast. Are you up for it?”
I’m already dripping wet thinking about it. I hear the zipper of his jeans and the crinkle of the foil packet. The anticipation is building. He pushes my shirt up—I’m not wearing any underwear—and he palms my butt. Spreading my cheeks, he dives into me until he’s buried deep.
With hard, fast thrusts he pounds into me. My face his pressed against the cool leather of the couch, and with one hand he twists my hair and pulls until my head is tilting backward. With his other hand, he’s clutching at my hip. Nuzzling his face in my neck, he bites and licks over my racing pulse.
I’m moaning…screaming with each thrust. How can I be turned on so quickly? Because it’s Lucas. He’s a magician with his hands and body.
“Fuck, I love being inside you,” he pants.
I love it too. Way too much. Once this is over, will I be coming off a high like a drug addict? Desperate for more? Will I do anything to get it?
My brain turns to mush when he reaches around me and presses on my clit. “Oh…Lucas!” I cry. The pressure builds and I’m there trembling and jerking through another orgasm. Lucas pounds a few more times and groans his release.
Pulling me up to face him, he adjusts my shirt then cups my face in his hands. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“No, it was wonderful.”
