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Well, I guess we’re going to his place.
“Just let me have something right now...” he whispers against my skin as he leads me into a corner and a knee goes between my legs, causing friction in the one place I need it most.
“Oh fuck…” I mutter, my nails digging into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his fingers grasp my waist and rock me back and forth.
“That’s it, Charly, take it. I want you to take it from me so I can know what you look like coming for me.”
God, those words are like a straight shot to my core and I start to breathe heavily the harder he rocks me. I have no control over any of this and I love it so fucking much. The idea of a man taking charge and being in charge of my pleasure is so freeing and something I didn’t even know I was craving until this moment.
“Come for me so I can take you home and fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming about.”
That does it. My body clenches, crashing over the edge as Luke’s lips crash to mine.
It’s not until my body sags in relief that his lips leave mine, trailing down my neck and sucking on the skin below my ear, causing my hips to lift. His light chuckle tickles as he lifts his head and kisses my lips one more time before taking his knee out from between my legs and grabbing my hand.
“I hope you’re ready for this, Charly.”
So do I.
Chapter 3
My head pounds as my eyes struggle to open. God, how much did I drink last night? The light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows has me bolting upright, knowing my tiny apartment doesn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows. As my eyes adjust and I take in the walnut bed frame, the clothes strewn all over the floor and the fact that the silk sheets that are wrapped around my body are indeed hiding the fact that I am naked, the night before starts trickling back to me. Luke ripping my clothes from my body the second we got through his front door, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me into this room and the way he felt inside me the many, many times we fucked last night.
A groan echoes in the room and when I turn to my right, I see the reason I’m here. Luke. The man looks even better sleeping than he did yesterday when I took off every piece of his clothing and threw them on the floor. It’s not until he turns that I see that chiseled chest that my lips got very familiar with just a few hours ago, and even though my hands are itching to touch him one more time, I know I have to leave.
Carefully and as silently as possible, I get out of bed and gather my clothes, going into the bathroom and shutting the door. When I take in my reflection, I flinch. The girl staring back at me looks rough; she has dark circles under her eyes from her mascara smudging during the night, her hair is a mess, and her lips are chapped.
I waste no time as I clean my face, put my hair in a ponytail and dress as fast as I can. When I open the door once more, I see that he is still sleeping soundly, and I take a moment to just look at him. His hair is even more unruly than it was yesterday, and his glasses are sitting neatly on his bedside table, and I realize how different he looks without them. Younger.
All of a sudden, I hear a buzzing sound and I know it's my phone. So, I grab it off the side table and see that it's Willow texting me, and when I see the string of messages that I obviously ignored last night, I quickly open them.
What happened to you?
Did you get lost in Target? do I need to send out a search party?
Dude you’re scaring me, text me back.
Then there’s the one that she just sent.
I am three seconds away from calling the cops.
So I text her back, letting her know that I'm on my way home and that I’ll explain everything when I get there. I take in the room one more time and realize just how much money this guy has. Everything looks like it’s from a catalogue that only rich people have access to; from the bed frame to the sheets to the fact that he has a full-blown entertainment system across the room with a couch and TV as if he needs a personal living room all to himself.
As I start to make my way out of the bedroom, I wonder what he does to make this much money and when I hit the rest of the apartment, I stop in my tracks because HOLY SHIT. This man is made of money and it’s dripping from every wall of this place. I know the paintings on the walls are worth millions. I know that the appliances in his kitchen are top of the line and from the view I see from the living room window, it looks like we’re in the penthouse.
Yup, Charly, you are out of your league on this one.
When I pass the kitchen, I see a pad of paper and a pen and decide that I can’t leave without some kind of goodbye, and since I'm usually the most awkward person alive in these situations, this seems like the best option.
Luke,
Last night was everything you promised and more. I wish I could stay but we both know the reality of the situation. We come from different worlds and although I will never forget last night, that’s all it can be. One night.
Thank you again for saving me from that creep yesterday, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there.
Charly
Not my best work, but it will do and before I decide to go back into that bedroom and live out every fantasy I’ve had about him for the past twenty-four hours, I open his front door and head toward the elevator.
