Page 77 of Force Play
Now, I’m pretty sure she’ll be the only person I ever want more than that.
I think I might be addicted to Lucia.
twenty-six
Ari
WhenIleaveLucia’sroom, she’s passed out on her bed. I pull the blanket over her before grabbing a bottle of water from her mini fridge and setting it beside her on the nightstand so she can hydrate when she wakes up.
I pull my pants and boxers back on, opting to just go shirtless rather than putting on my drenched shirt and tie. I carry them to my room instead, using the staircase to walk up to the fourth floor to avoid running into anyone.
After a quick shower, I flop onto my own bed and practically fall asleep instantly.
Lucia wore me out tonight.
A blow job during the reception.
Fantastic sex in her room after.
Andfuck,it still isn’t enough.
I can’t figure out why, but I needmoreof her. I’m just not going to worry about what that could mean.
The morning comes too quickly, and all of our friends gather to send Harlow and Knox off on their honeymoon, where they’re going to spend a week in sunny Hawaii.
Hope Harlow packs enough sunscreen because I’m pretty sure she’s going to come back as a lobster otherwise.
Lucia and I head back to our place separately and meet up again when we get there.
After I make a quick stop at Urban Grind, that is.
“Thank you,” Lucia says as I hand her the largest peppermint mocha they make. “Why do you keep buying me coffee?”
“Well, I figure you’re exhausted after last night as well,” I smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“You think too highly of yourself, Casanova.”
I chuckle. “Luc, you were passed out before I even left your room. You can just admit I fucked you better than you’ve ever had.”
She huffs. “You’re so annoying.”
“That’s not a denial.”
“You really need me to stroke your ego, Morgan?”
No, I’d highly prefer you stroke my dick instead.
“Who doesn’t love a good ego boost?” I shrug.
Lucia sighs. “Fine. You wore me out, Ari. Happy?”
I push myself up to sit on the kitchen counter. “Very happy to know the three orgasms I gave you last night were good.”
Lucia pulls herself up on the kitchen island and sits across from me. “So about last night…”
I raise my eyebrow in curiosity. “What about it?”
She takes a breath. “I think we should keep doing it.”
