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“Oh. My. God.”

Lucas lifts his head and licks his lips before kissing the inside of my quivering thighs and moving up my body. His hard cock presses tight across my belly.

“I want you inside of me,” I say, breathless, still reeling from another amazing orgasm. Sometimes I wonder if that kind of pleasure can ever go away. How is it possible to feel satisfied, but never satiated? Before Lucas, I’d never have thought that possible.

“You have no idea how much I want that, darlin.’”

With his hands on my hips, he gently turns me so that I face the windows, staring out at the sun as it dips behind the cityscape. I splay my palms out on the surface of the desk and arch my back, ever so slight, spreading my legs further apart.

Lucas puts one hand on the small of my back, and with the other guides his cock inside me. He’s so thick and swollen, I gasp.

He pauses while my pussy absorbs his length, and then I tilt my buttocks to allow him deeper. Lucas’s fingers dig into the flesh above my hips and he begins to move. The rhythmic back and forth of his cock sliding in and out of me pulls the start of an orgasm from within my core.

My hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my clit, and I rub while he thrusts and moves inside me. The pressure and slickness of my fingertips push me closer to climax, but it’s more than the way our bodies work together. It’s the thrill of trying something new—I’ve never touched myself before like this—coupled with the danger of getting caught fucking in our office. At any moment, one of staff could knock on the door, abruptly ending this, and it’s perhaps this very thought that makes me rub faster while his cock pounds me up against the desk.

In the heat of the moment, Lucas slaps my ass with a sharp, stinging crack. I blink in shock, but recover quickly, tilting my buttocks as though inviting him to do it again. He slaps a bit harder this time, and my hips buck forward, pushing my clit into my touch.

The combination is my undoing. I come with a harsh and rasping cry, biting down on my lip to stop from screaming out his name. Lucas thrusts harder. He curls into me, pumping like a jackhammer. I feel a spasm shockwave through him. He hisses through his lips, grunts, and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

His hands curl around to my chest and cup my breasts.

He rolls my nipples between his fingertips, and somehow, it brings on a second climax that sends pulsating waves from the top of skull through to the tips of my toes.

“I love you,” I say, softly, gasping as I realize what I’ve said.

My cheeks burn with humiliation. I ache to apologize—this isn’t the time for such sentiments. And the longer he remains silent, the more embarrassed I become. He kisses each of my shoulders and then pulls away. Seconds later, I hear the swoosh of him yanking up his pants.

I blink back the tears, grateful my back is turned to him. I gather my clothes and carefully set them on the desk while I shimmy into my panties, clasp together my bra. By the time I’m fully dressed, I’ve collected my composure, though it’s hanging by a loose thread.

I slip into my heels and turn, smoothing my hands over my skirt to take out the wrinkles. Lucas cups my chin and tilts my face upward. “Hey darlin’,” he says, with a small smile that makes his eyes glisten. “I love you too.”

Chapter 25

I climb into the cab and hurriedly put on my seat belt.

“Destination?” the driver asks, curtly.

For a split second, I’m not sure how to answer. I’ve been calling Lucas for hours. He doesn’t pick up and he’s not responding to my texts. It’s not like I expect him to check in or anything, but he’s missed two meetings this afternoon, which isn’t his style.

Something’s wrong.

On a hunch, I tell the cab driver to take me to the place where Lucas and I first met, the same bar where we got arrested. The memories aren’t great from that place, but if something has set Lucas off, there’s a strong chance that’s where he’ll go. It’s familiar. Safe. My gut tells me he’s in desperate need of that right now.

It shouldn’t surprise me that he’s gone off the rails. The signs have been building all week. I first chalked up his tension to a meeting he had with his former business partners, but he promised they were just clearing up loose ends and I shouldn’t worry. I am, especially now. I can’t quite put my finger on it, it’s just a feeling, like there’s this low hum of anger simmering just under the surface of his skin.

A ticking time bomb, set to explode every so often, each eruption more devastating than the last.

We pull up to the curb and I practically trip out onto the sidewalk in my desperation to find him. My heart rate is jacked, pulse thrumming with worry. I’m not sure what I’ll find when I step inside the bar, but I spot Lucas’s Porsche across the street and I know my instinct was right.

Steeling myself for the worst, I take off my sunglasses, and head inside the pub.

The bartender spots me immediately, nudges his chin toward the back corner, and grimaces. I have no idea why he keeps letting Lucas back in, not with the shit he’s caused. Maybe it’s because Lucas always pays for the damage, even the stuff that isn’t his, adding in some extra for their trouble.

If I’ve learned anything in the last few months, it’s that a little extra cash can buy forgiveness pretty quick. Even if it is a little superficial. That’s how these kinds of transactions work.

I spot Lucas hunkered down in his usual spot, and stand back to watch, gauging the scene before I confront him. Last time I plunked myself down in the chair at the table, he picked a fight with two bruisers and wound up pretty banged up.

I’m shocked by the number of empty shot glasses on the table. The best thing for all of us might be for me to just walk away. But then Lucas rocks in his chair, nearly falling off it before grabbing the table for balance at the last second.