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“I sure did. Might need to change it though, so it doesn’t get confused when I use your nickname.” My hands continue the path over her elbows until I hook my thumbs in the straps of her dress. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
It’s not like I didn’t just have her naked and coming on my fingers two nights ago, but I’m not going to assume that means I have a free pass any time I want. I need to know this is whatshewants. And I need her to be willing to say it.
She nods.
Keeping my voice low, I remind her, “Use your words, Peaches.”
The tip of her tongue sweeps across her lower lip, leaving a glistening trail behind. “Yes.”
I tug on those straps, and the neckline of her dress slides down, dragging slowly across her cleavage. Pregnancy has given her amazing tits—the kind that leave me fantasizing about all the things I could do to them.
When the fabric crests her nipples, it falls loosely toward her waist, and she lifts her arms, sliding them out of the straps. “That’s better,” she says as she puts her hand on the counter behind her, leaning back to give me the full view, which is so spectacular I think I’ve forgotten how to speak.
It was nearly pitch black that night in her apartment, soI’m truly seeing her for the first time. She’s glorious, a fucking vision to behold. And I must stand there, taking her in for a beat too long, because she looks up at me and chuckles.
“I’m not going to bite, Luke.”
I lift an eyebrow as I look at her. “Yeah...but I might.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
EVA
Asurprised exhale slips out of me, half laugh, half squeak, and then Luke leans forward and gently lowers my upper body to the cool marble counter.
Holy shit.Neither of us is even naked yet, and I might orgasm just from the way he’s looking at me. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side, and I focus on the ink that swirls and dips across his skin, from the bicep of one arm, around his shoulders, and down the other arm. I want to explore every inch of that ink, trace my finger across each design and analyze all the small details—but that’s for another time.
He plants his hand next to my head, gazing down at me with naked lust on his face. I’m sure I mirror his expression. I never thought I’d see Luke Hartmann looking at me this way, and I’m fully determined to enjoy every second of this.
Later, we can talk about why I can’t be just another notch on his banged-up bedpost, and what this means for ourfriendship. But right now, need is coursing through my veins, making me desperate for his touch—all I want is his hands and his mouth on every part of me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him reaching for the frosting. His voice is low and husky, fucking downright sensual, when he says, “I fully plan to taste every single inch of you tonight. So if there’s any part of you that’s off limits, let me know now.”
My gasp fills the air as he continues to surprise me. Luke may be the quintessential nice guy, but I’m learning he may have a whole other side to him that I’m now dying to see. “I want to feel youeverywhere.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever uttered any words more honest than those. I not only want the feel of him on my skin, and inside me...I want to know what he feels like wrapped around my heart. But I shove the last thought away, because I know that’s not what he’s offering.
The lust may be very real, but this marriage is still fake.
He takes his frosting-covered thumb and smears it over one nipple, and my mouth drops open as my eyes flutter closed.Holy shit.And then he’s smearing more frosting on the other nipple, and I open my eyes in time to see his head descending.
His lips latch onto my skin, his tongue swirling over the stiff peak before he sucks me deep into his mouth with long pulls to remove the frosting. I let out a guttural groan, matching the way my pussy just clenched against him as he rocks his hips into me, sliding his cock along my clit.
Scraping his teeth lightly along my sensitive skin, he swirls his tongue around my nipple once more, like he’s making sure to remove all the frosting, before he moves tothe other side. And when he does, his urgent sucking mixed with the pressure against my clit sends heat coursing through my core and up my skin like fire as my climax engulfs me at warp speed.
I can’t even make sense of the nonsense that’s coming out of my mouth—I don’t think I’m even using words; it’s just needy gasps and moans and primal sounds filling the air as my body gives itself over to Luke. There are stars clouding the corners of my vision as the orgasm rolls through my body, and Luke doesn’t let up. He continues toying with my breasts and rocking against my clit until I go limp.
And then he lifts my hips and slides my dress and thong down my legs before spreading my knees, putting my pussy on full display.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says as he stands above me and runs a thumb along my center, “especially with your cum coating your pussy like this.”
My lips part, but no sound comes out, because who the hell is this man? My best friend is some fucking sex god, and I had no idea...though I should have figured. I can’t even start to think about why he knows exactly what to say to turn me on, or who else he might have said these things to before, because he’s sitting on a barstool, leaning in and running his tongue over my clit in a way that has my hips thrashing against him.
He slides his hands under my thighs, lifting my legs as he says, “Put your feet on my shoulders. You made that way too fucking easy, and there’s no way you’re not coming on my tongue.”
“I don’t know if I can come again this soon,” I say, but asmy entire core tingles, I suspect that if anyone can give me an immediate second orgasm, it’s probably him.
He positions my feet on his shoulders and supports my legs with his hands, then chuckles as he kisses my inner thigh, nipping at the flesh before letting his teeth sink into it lightly.
