Page 131 of Coveted

He crosses to me, beckoning. “Good, because I got you something else. In my study.”

Following him down the hallway, I chew my lip. First a family heirloom necklace, now a debt paid? What else could he possibly have for me?

“Lucan… I can’t get you anything in return,” I say.

He throws a puzzled look over his shoulder. “Why would you need to? This isn’t a transaction, Sadie. It’s a relationship.”

Inside the study, he slips his hand around my waist. “You’re the new owner of Ink & Ivy Books.”

“Pardon?”

He taps papers on his desk. Four sleek computer monitors with dark screens take up the rest of the space.

“You heard,” he says. “I bought the shop for you. My lawyers are preparing the deed for you to sign. It’s in your name only. No matter what, it’ll belong to you. I wanted you to have that security.”

My head spins. “You bought me the bookstore?”

“The whole building actually. The income from the other shop leases can cover any new employees you might want to take on, to free you up to study and write, if you want.”

Oh god, he’s changing my life with snaps of his fingers. Is this what it means to be the girlfriend of a billionaire’s heir? Everything’s moving so fast and so much.

“That’s a very generous offer, but I can’t accept,” I say.

“I’m not offering. It’s already yours.” Tilting my chin with his thumb, he brushes his lips against mine with an exhale, like he’s been waiting to do it all day. “It’s done.”

In fairness, Lucan has never hidden who he is—it’s me who’s experiencing culture shock. Just because this situation is unfamiliar to me doesn’t make it bad. This is how he lives.

Should he pretend to be broke to soothe my anxieties about money? Of course not. Why should I be upset? Why can’t I just enjoy good things happening to me?

Especially when he’s stroking my neck with his fingers, heating my insides with desire.

“Your existence is all I need from you,” he murmurs against my flaming skin. “You’re more valuable than anything on the planet.”

My eyes flutter closed as he presses his lips to my throat, alternating soft kisses with sharp bites. I stop thinking about money or anything else. Running my hands up and down his muscular torso, I need him greatly all of a sudden.

No one lights me up the way he does, not even close. That level of chemistry has to mean something.

He kisses my lips, pushing his tongue past my teeth to enter my mouth. I welcome it because it feels too good to ignore.

His eyes dark with lust, or maybe something even more primal, he undresses me, pulling my sweater and blouse over my head and throwing them across the room. He unhooks my bra with a twist of his fingers and tears it off.

With my hands in his hair, he takes my pebbled nipple in his mouth. He sinks his teeth into the pink flesh while torturing it with his tongue.

Raindrops hiss and spit at the polished windows, but in here, with Lucan, the air is heavy and warm.

My hands grapple with his belt buckle and unzip his pants. Before I can release his cock, he grips my wrist and spins me around so I’m facing the desk and windows.

He plants my palms on the desktop. “Don’t move, beautiful, unless it’s to arch your fucking back.”

His foot collides with the inside of my ankle, forcing me to widen my legs. He tugs my skirt up, ripping apart my stockings and underwear with his hands. I’m soaked, and he growls with anticipation as he buries his face in my pussy.

He laps and licks me without discrimination, pushing his tongue into my entrance, rubbing my swollen clit with his fingers, and then running his mouth up to my ass and teasing the tight hole.

“I don’t know whether to fuck you or devour you,” he says.

His tongue and two fingers thrust into my pussy, building the heat within my core.

“What do you want?” he asks. “Tell me.”