Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
"If you're going to tempt your book master to take what's his, you can't expect me to resist..."
She moans loudly when I push deep inside of her. Her body embraces me completely, heightening every sensation.
I withdraw, then drive in even harder, causing her to gasp and clutch me tighter. "Yes, yes," she moans, shifting her hips.
I keep my body close to hers, her breath whispering over my neck, her breasts pressed against me, our bodies moving as one. This is lovemaking. This is what claiming my woman feels like. This is connection. It is everything I never dreamed would be mine. This is meaning.
We move faster together, frantically, our hips rolling in perfect harmony. The plane rumbles beneath us, turbulence adding to the pleasure, intensifying every sensation.
The pressure builds within me, a crescendo approaching its peak.
"You—need—to—come—again," I snarl.
"Fuck, fuck," she gasps.
"Come for me," I demand.
"Fuck, Luke. Fuck."
I take it as a command, moving with pure abandon. Soon, I feel her muscles tense as her climax ripples through her body, her inner walls pulsing around me. I sink my face into her neck, breathing in her scent, as my release overtakes me.
We hold each other as I soften inside her. I slip out, but I don't let her go, keeping her in my arms. She kisses my cheek, then hugs me tightly.
"Seriously, call me a broken record. But I'm so happy you came to me."
"Me too," I say. "The only thing I regret is letting you go. Never again."
"Luke—"
"Never. Again. Something magical happened to us in Vegas. You changed me, Sparkplug."
"You changed me too."
"No... I just helped you find out who you always were."
"An aspiring member of the mile-high club?"
I chuckle, kissing her neck again. "If we stay like this, with your naked body pressed against mine, there's a chance we'll be double members."
"So soon?"
"You have no idea how desirable you are, Sera. No idea."
Chapter Twenty-One
Sera
"Are they mad at you?" I ask once Luke has come in from his balcony. We're in his luxurious Los Angeles apartment. This would've felt surreal before we met, but after the helicopter, the restaurant, and the mile-high club induction, I almost feel like I belong.
The sun is setting, the city lights twinkling beyond his tall windows.
"I explained it had something to do with the sabotage, but I didn't elaborate," he says.
I smooth my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes so that I can look at him eye to eye... or almost eye to eye, anyway, considering he's so much taller. "You're going to kick this PR stuff in the butt, Luke. You're the best CEO I know."
He smiles at me with a cocked brow. "Aren't I the only CEO you know?"
"Don't get hung up on technicalities."
He laughs and reaches down, scooping his hands behind my legs, lifting me off my feet. I hold onto him tight as he carries me to his leather corner couch. He sits down with me in his lap. I look up at him, feeling intoxicated by his proximity.
"You must be tired," he says, gliding his hand over my hair.
"I am," I admit. "But I don't want to sleep yet. I want to stay here with you. It feels like a miracle, us being together. And if I sleep..."
"You'll have to think about what happened."
Sometimes, I'm relieved he seems to read my thoughts.
"I don't know which would be worse," I say. "Dreaming about Damien or dreaming about Ellie and Graham."
"I can't imagine the pain you're in," he says huskily, his hand caressing my head, comforting me on a level I hardly even understand. It goes beyond just physical.
"I'm better now that I'm with you," I say gently. "I can't believe how good this feels, Luke, just lying here with you. There's a whole country separating me from Damien, from them." I squeeze my eyes tight when tears brim, fighting them back.
"It's okay," he whispers.
"I don't want to cry again," I say glumly.
"I'm here if you need to."
"I've been alone for so long," I mutter. "When I was a kid, I was always alone. I never felt like Mom and Dad loved or cared about me... then I found Ellie, and later, Graham. Am I an idiot for thinking they were going to be my perfect parental figures?"
"No," he says fiercely. "But people are complex. Graham thought he was doing the right thing by helping Damien... and it got out of hand."
"You sound like you're on their side."
“That’s not it. I just don’t want you to think you can’t forgive them if you’re ever ready for that. The money for her treatment won’t be an issue if you decide you want my help.”
“Thank you for the offer,” I murmur. “But I can’t even think about forgiveness tonight.”
“Of course,” he replies.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, changing the subject if only slightly. I’m tired of feeling hurt and betrayed.