Page 37 of His to Keep
He cuts me off with a growl and a kiss. “No one sees you like this.”
“Then I need to go home and get clothes for work,” I say for the tenth time since we first broached the topic of me leaving last night.
“Or,” he argues, running that same fingertip up to my breast now, circling my nipple in gentle, whisper soft touches. “We could both call in and you could stay here in my bed for the rest of the day.”
“I barely left your bed all weekend,” I remind him.
“Mmm,” he agrees, giving my nipple a little pinch. “The way God intended."
I gasp, swatting his hand away. “We can’t call in sick. Wesley will kill us if we leave him alone with everything you have on your plate.”
He groans. “Fine. But I think you should let me send someone to pick up your clothes. I don’t want you running around the city by yourself.”
“Who are you going to send?I’myour personal assistant.”
A wicked grin lights up his face. “You’re right. And I most definitely have some personal matters that require your assistance.” I watch as his other hand trails down to grip his once again hard cock.
“I’ll see you in an hour,” I say, eyes glued to his hand, trying to fight off the temptation to replace his hand with my own—or my mouth.
“Miss Fields,” he murmurs, tone scandalized. “Are you saying you’ll take care of this,” he gives his cock a hard tug, “in the office?”
I snort, pushing him away. “I took care of that half an hour ago.”
He shrugs. “It’s your own fault. How am I supposed to be satisfied when you’re within three feet of me?” He wears a grin to go along with his teasing tone, suddenly looking so boyish and pleased with himself that my heart aches. I thought there could be nothing I liked more than dominating, aggressive Luke, but this side of him has my heart pounding for an entirely different reason.
I can see us. I can see what it would be like to have this—him—long term. To wake up like this every morning. To make each other crazy with nights of hot, kinky sex and then make each other laugh with teasing mornings under the covers. The few times he wasn’t inside me this weekend we spent mostly just like this, curled up and talking and laughing. We ate most of our meals in this bed, Luke in boxers while I wore his old Denby track team t-shirt. He even agreed to watch one of the old black and white movie musicals I love so much. He insisted he was only indulging me while he got his strength back to ravish me, but I could tell he was just as happy as I was to snuggle up under the covers with Gene Kelly on the television.
This could be my life,I think to myself, the image so appealing it takes my breath away. Every day like this, with him.
I do end up leaving to get clothes for work—but not until after I take care of him again by sliding his cock down my throat. We’re definitely both going to be late today. Sorry, Wesley.
Luke insists I let his driver take me home. He says Mick will wait and take me to work when I’m ready, but I put my foot down. I’m perfectly capable of driving my own car. I have a feeling I’m going to need to hang on to whatever scraps of independence I can when dealing with a man like Luke.
Mick drops me off in front of my building, making me promise to call him directly if I change my mind about the ride. I head to the front door, marveling at how much better my building looks today. Everything looks better—brighter, cleaner, the lines more sharp. I guess that’s what a weekend of amazing sex will do to a person.
“Where in the fuck have you been?”
I freeze a foot from the door then slowly spin, heart pounding hard at the sound of the familiar voice. Sure enough, Aden Roth is striding towards me, expression angry and impatient.
“What are you doing here?”
“What the fuck do you think?” he snarls. He takes a step closer—too close. “Where have you been? I spent half my weekend waiting here for you.” He gets even closer, up in my face now. “Your neighbor told me you haven’t been home.”
“That’s not your concern.” I try to step back, but he merely takes another step forward, towering over me. I shoot a glance back to the car, still idling at the curb. I can’t see through the tinted windows, but I have a feeling Mick is watching. The last thing I need is for him to go back and tell Luke that Aden is harassing me. I know I didn’t mistake the murderous look in his eyes when I told him about the club on Friday. I doubt he would think twice about hurting Aden. Not that I care much about my previous dom at the moment—but I really don’t want Luke to end up in jail or something.
But Aden notices the direction of my gaze and turns, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the car and driver. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Inside,” I say through gritted teeth, giving Mick a wave and what I hope is an easy smile. I march into the building, Aden hot on my heels. He waits until we’re in the lobby before grabbing my arm and pulling me to the small vestibule where the mailboxes are located. We won’t be visible to the lobby from here, and that sends a small warning bell sounding in my head.
“Whose car is that?” he demands.
“None of your business.”
He studies me. “God, I knew you were a whore but this is just pathetic, Rebecca. Did you really leave my bed and hop right into someone else’s?”
“I haven’t been in your bed for weeks,” I remind him, trying to keep the sting of his words from registering. “And you were the one who sent me to another man’s bed last Friday, if you’ll recall.”
I can see something click in his eyes and immediately regret my words. “It’s Davis, isn’t it? I knew you’ve been acting strange since The Draw. I thought you just had your uptight panties in a bunch because you were mad at me for entering you. But no—you got your fool head filled with hearts and flowers over Luke Davis.”
