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“This is also something we never did that night,” I whisper, nipping at his jaw as my fingers make quick work of his pants. When I hear them fall to the floor, I give Luke one last look before I lower myself to the floor and come eye to eye with the one thing I’ve been thinking about all day… besides his tongue.
“Charly…” he groans as he strips away his white dress shirt, it falls on the floor somewhere behind him, and I get an unobstructed view of his chest and abs. I can’t help my fingers from trailing across every valley of those glorious abs and take pride when Luke shudders against my touch. “You don’t…” he starts but the words vanish from his throat as I pull his boxer briefs down his hips and take his lengthening cock in my hand.
“I don’t what?” I tease, taking the tip of my tongue and tracing the head ever so lightly, watching as he swallows, his head falling back in ecstasy.
I don’t know why giving head is so powerful for me. Maybe it’s the fact that I have a man’s most precious part in the palm of my hand, maybe it’s because I’m in control of their pleasure instead of the other way around, but right now all I can think about is Luke and the fact that I want to do to him what he did to me this afternoon and just moments ago.
“Charly, either get your mouth on me or let me fuck you. One or the other,” he growls and I chuckle as I lower my mouth over his cock, craving more of the sounds that come out of his throat as I suck him with all that I have. My hands work in tandem as my tongue plays with the underside of him, but it’s not until I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can go that I really feel him start to shatter.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he moans, his hand finding its way into the strands of my hair and holding me in place. “Stop…” he whispers as his hips send a very different message, fucking my mouth like he’s chasing something glorious. “Charly, stop!” he mutters, pulling away as he pulls me up off the floor and throws me facedown onto the bed.
“I wasn’t done,” I murmur against the sheets as he rips the shirt from my back, taking little time to take off my bra and panties, and when I’m gloriously naked, Luke pushes me farther into the bed as he lines up his cock to my entrance.
“You are way too good at that, sweetheart.” The pride that comes from that statement is unlike anything I have ever experienced as I push back against him, feeling the head of his cock tease my pussy. “But I'm not coming in your mouth. Not yet. Right now, I need to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He quickly grabs a condom from his nightstand, wrapping his cock, and then lines himself back up. He doesn’t ask if I'm ready like I thought, he just plunges inside me, causing both of us to groan at the sensation.
“Ahh shit!” I squeal as his fingers grasp my hips and he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. The way he fucks me is different than before. The other night he was desperate, fucking me hard and fast, and although he is still fucking me hard, it’s nowhere near fast. His hips slowly and powerfully thrust in and out of my heat, causing my every extremity to feel the pleasure he’s giving me.
“You are so fucking tight, Charly. How did I forget how tight you are?” he whispers, and I have no answer for him.
This is too good; this is beyond anything I thought it could be, and before long I sense his patience waning. His thrusts become erratic, his grip digs in deeper and when his fingers find my clit, I fall over the edge once more, screaming into the sheets as my fingers grasp the fabric underneath me.
“Fuck!” he yells, thrusting a few more times before stilling inside of me, his cock spasming as he comes, thrusting and over and over again. After a few minutes, he pulls out, both of us groaning at the loss and as he walks into his bathroom to discard the condom, I lie back and stare at the ceiling.
“It shouldn’t be that good,” I joke as he reenters the room, feeling the bed dip from his weight as he lies next to me.
“It should always be that good.” He’s right. Of course, he’s right.
Chapter 9
“Do you think this is a good idea?” I ask as we’re led to the back of the restaurant, Luke’s hand holding mine as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“What? Taking you on a date?”
I nod, because even now the idea that my boss wants to date me is so inconceivable that I keep fighting the urge to pinch myself.
“Not just a date, but a place so close to the office? What if someone sees?”
Luke just smiles, taking the wine list from the waiter and ordering us a bottle of white.
“So what if they see? You embarrassed to be seen with me?” he teases with a wink.
“Of course not, but aren’t you worried about someone from work seeing us?”
He shakes his head, picks up the menu as if this is the most normal date in the world.
“Luke, come on. Be serious for a minute. Please.”
He sets down the menu and takes my hand in his. “Charly. Did you forget I own the company?”
I shake my head and before I can say something else, he continues.
“Is there a no-fraternizing policy in place for a reason? Yes, of course, but you don’t have to worry about that because I won’t let it touch you. I won’t let it touch this.”
I nod my head, not fully believing him but deciding to enjoy the night anyway.
“So, can you please choose what you want to eat so we can go home and have dessert?” His eyes tell me that I’m his dessert and that he can't wait to get me home and devour me.
