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“But you don’t have kids, Luke.”

“He may not be mine by blood, but he is mine in every other way. Catch you later.” Beast leads me away, but stops when Sarah speaks up again.

“I am sorry, Luke—for what I did.” She looks at me and a little smirk appears on her fake face. “He’ll get bored, it’s what he does. So enjoy him while you can.” She turns back to Bobby and they laugh. My stomach churns as we walk away.

“Don’t,” Luke grinds out.

“Don’t what?” I say, peering up at him.

“Don’t listen to her, hell, them. I wasn’t in love with her. She always believed I was, but I wasn’t. The pain they saw when she cheated was because my cousin had gone behind my back and shagged my girl. It had nothing to do with my feelings for her, okay?” I nod.

“Okay. I believe you.” Luke looks around before darting into a small room. He slams me against the door and takes my mouth in a molten kiss, savouring me, branding me.

“Beast,” is all I can get out before his mouth takes mine again. God, this man can kiss. I get lost in the feeling of his lips searing mine. He drops a hand and slides it up my thigh, taking the material of my dress with it.

“I need you, babe. I need to feel you, to make sure we’re good.”

“Oh, Beast, we’re always good, babe,” I pant out. I grip his hair as he lays kisses down my jaw and neck, making my skin pebble. In a flash, Luke drops to his knees and lifts my dress over my hips. He kisses my stomach before sliding my tights down my legs, taking my knickers with them.

“God, you smell amazing, like peaches and heaven.” He buries his nose in my sex, and my head goes back and hits the door. The music from inside the party room slides through the whole building. Ellie Goulding’s ‘Love Me Like You Do’ plays, making me think of a certain Mr. Grey while my Mr. Baker is loving me like he does. I giggle and Luke lifts his head, bringing his dark eyes to mine.

“What’s got you giggling while my nose is buried in your pussy?” I shrug and explain.

“The song that’s playing, it’s from a film I saw once.”

“And?”

“I was remembering the scene where the guy is going down on the girl and how fake she seemed. It made me giggle.”

“Well then, I’m clearly not doing my job if you’re thinking about a fictional character while I’m tasting you. I will have to remedy that.” He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he drags his tongue through my wet lips. I gasp at the sensation but relish the buzz racing through my body.

“God, Beast.”

“Let me hear you, baby.”

“Make me come, but I want to come with you inside me,” I pant out. He always knows how to take my breath away with the simplest of touches. Beast abruptly stands and lifts me off my feet, my legs wrapping around his narrow waist. We kiss like we are starving for each other. With one hand he gets his shaft free, and slams into me in one swift thrust. I cry out, not caring who hears me. This is what Luke Baker does to me.

“Fucking hell, every time. Every-fucking-time,” Luke grinds out.

“W-what?” I ask between gasps.

“You feel amazing, every time I’m inside you. I’ll never get tired of this feeling, baby. You are never leaving me.”

“Oh, God,” I cry out as my body tightens in all the right places. My head bangs against the door as Luke keeps thrusting into me, making my climax last forever. I lose track of time, but it’s Luke’s growl that brings me back into the room.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hot cum filling me up, coating my womb. He buries his face in my neck, laying gentle kisses on my skin.

“So good,” I force out. Luke chuckles and I giggle with him. I hold him tight to me, his dick still deep inside me.

“Always good, babe. Mine. My peaches,” he brags.

“Mine. My beast,” I inform him.

“Hell yeah.”

He helps me get myself sorted, but you can tell we’ve just done something naughty. Beast winks at me as we exit the small room, before his eyes go wide. His father is standing by the open fire exit, smirking at us. My shame goes from zero to a freaking million in a matter of seconds. I turn to go back into the room but come face-to-face with a wall of pure muscle.

“Hey, Dad. Mum will kick your arse if she sees that in your hand.” I know without looking that Luke is talking about the cigarette in his dad's hand.

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