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“Jesus. Fuck.” Panting against my mouth, Luke’s groan is so primal it reaches into my chest and plants itself there.

It’s the kind of noise that makes me never want to stop this with him. That tempts me to forget everything about who this man is to me, the complexities of how our lives are intertwined, and to throw caution to the wind.

How could anything else ever be this good?

“You make me crazy, you know that? This pussy …” He’s so strong, lifting us easily and tumbling me onto my back.

With a hiss, he pulls out, but he has a look on his face that tells me he’s still not satisfied.

“Oh my god, Luke … No. I can’t.” My hands push at his head as he falls over me. Kissing and licking a trail down my body. There’s no way in hell. I’m so out of my head with too much pleasure, too soon. A thundering torrent of emotion and over-stimulation pours through me, unrelenting, beating frantically through my veins.

“Lie still.” He stares up at me with hooded, darkened eyes from just above my pussy.

I’m still trying to push him away. Trying to inch up the couch, close my legs, and escape whatever he’s got planned for me next.

“No more. I can’t take any more.”

His palms are scalding hot against my knees. Pinning me in place.

“You were begging for my cock not long ago.” He hovers over my pussy with his mouth, trapping me with those dark eyes, and spreads my legs wide for his inspection.

“This is too much,” I whine, although even as I say the words, my fingers clench in his hair. Maybe I’m tugging him closer. Maybe I’m pushing him away. Maybe I’m just a total slut for this cowboy.

“Look at you. Leaking my cum.” His gaze drifts down, and I can feel the slickness of him at my entrance. It’s almost unbearable, having him so close, watching in rapt fascination at the evidence of both of us gathering there. Of the fact he’s made a complete mess of me and yet can’t seem to get enough of being wedged between my thighs.

“Let me look after you.” It’s a quiet, gravelly murmur. Words that in such a voice, rumble right through me and drop deep into my chest. Latching onto something that had been floating around untethered for so long.

Luke doesn’t wait for me to say anything in reply.

I can’t.

It’s too intimate. It feels like more than just sex when he looks at me like that with those words and traces of my pussy on his lips. I’m a fool if I’m reading more into it than the afterglow of orgasms.

However, he’s not interested in waiting for my response. Luke takes care of me all the same; his mouth fastens over my entrance, and my back bows up off the couch, feeling the scrape of his beard and the insane pleasure he keeps giving me just when I truly think I can’t take anymore.

He gathers up our cum and pushes it back inside me with two fingers, followed by wicked swirls of his tongue, pressing into me until I’m whining his name.

With every single second he treats me so perfectly, this man steals my heart and drives me out of my damn mind.

Before carrying me to bed and continuing to do just as he promised.

Taking care of me for the rest of the night.

“Okay, Mr. Rhodes …” The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen gives me a look of pure trouble from her spot lying in front of the fireplace. “This morning, while we were in the bath, you said you never noticed me in that way … but you didn’t actually say when it was that you first noticed me.”

I tilt my glass of whiskey back and let the burn slide down as I contemplate Skylar’s question.

All around us, the world seems still. Silent snowflakes drift down through the darkened sky, and the glow of the Christmas tree combined with the fire are the only lights surrounding us.

“You wanna know, sweetheart?” I raise an eyebrow her way.

She’s drowsy, lying with her head cradled on both hands and ankles crossed in the air. I’m still getting my head around the fact I’ve been able to have her here like this, secretly, all to myself.

I’m still wrestling with the guilt I feel for lying to my son, but I’m also enough of a selfish prick that I’m not quite guilty enough to stop this thing we’ve agreed to.

“Mhmm. I told you … about my crush … It’s only fair.” Her blue eyes are so damn pretty, reflecting the lights decorating the tree.

“A year ago.” I swirl my whiskey, keeping my gaze fixed on hers. “Do you remember last New Year’s Eve?”