“I’m sorry, Luke. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, and won’t keep anything from you. You do have to understand that I never really was keeping this from you. I just didn’t think to tell you.”
He nodded and let me go. We all sat back down at the table and I told them everything, every detail about the phone calls and the recorder device that my boss had gotten me. We talked a bit longer and then headed to bed. Luke held me and made love to me like I would break, until I finally rolled him over and started riding him, plunging myself down onto his hardness over and over again until he gripped my hips and began thrusting up to meet my hips.
I arched myself back over him, leaning back and bracing my hands on his thighs behind me. My hair brushed his knees and calves and I heard him groan and growl at the dual sensations. I looked down the line of my body to that place where we joined and watched him disappear into me again and again before letting my eyes find his face. I felt my inner muscles clench around him when I noticed his hot gaze locked on that spot, lost in the sight of his hard, thick length impaling the soft, bare, pink folds of my sex.
I shifted my weight a bit, bringing one of my hands around and sliding it down my body until my fingers dipped into my cleft, finding and circling my clit. The sight of my fingers playing there made Luke wild and he let loose a yell as he slammed into me, spasming inside me over and over again as the combination of his release and my fingers brought me, making him jerk and twitch as my muscles clamped around him, milking his hard flesh.
I collapsed forward onto his chest and his arms came around me, holding me tightly to him as he murmured into my hair, “I love you, Emma.”
I nuzzled his throat and whispered back, “I love you, too, Lucas.” His chest rumbled beneath me as he chuckled at the use of his given name.
Luke shifted and rolled until we were on our sides, facing each other, our legs tangled together, and the waning hardness of him still buried deep inside me. He kissed my lips gently and we drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with the alarm, surprised to see that neither of us had moved in the night. Even more surprising, Luke’s then not-so-hard length was still inside me, but was rapidly becoming his oh-so-very-hard length. I looked at Luke’s face, seeing his gorgeous eyes blink sleepily open and a grin spread across his face.
I rushed in to work twenty minutes late to see Floyd standing over my desk with a worried expression on his face.
“Sorry, Floyd! I got held up a little this morning.” I smiled at him, hoping he wouldn’t be mad for me being late.
He smiled and shook his head at me, telling me it was fine before it was business as usual. I had just a week to go before I got to take off for Christmas break, but we had a lot to get done before then. The phones were ringing off the hook and poor Floyd was booked solid with court appearances and client meetings.
Two hours shy of closing time, the phone rang and I smiled when I heard Mrs. Allen’s crackly voice on the other end.
“Emma? Honey, is that you?”
“Yes, Mrs. Allen, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while, so I assume everything has been going well? How’s Fluffers?”
“Oh, honey, I’ve been okay until now. Fluffers went missing again, but that stupid old fart Doc brought him back to me. Do you know what he did, Emma? He SHAVED poor Fluffers! And I think he bleached him or something cause he’s not grey anymore, he’s WHITE! He doesn’t even look like my cat anymore, but its him. Do I need to bring him out to you so you can see him?”
“Er, um…no, Mrs. Allen, that wont be necessary.” She continued before I could say another word.
“I can take pictures and bring them to you, dear, that way you have the evidence when you get that lovely Mr. Grim to sue the ever loving pants off Doc, that no good bastard. Fluffers just had a couple burrs in his coat that I was fixin’ to get out. There was no need to torture the poor boy!”
“Mrs. Allen, if he had burrs in his fur, then Doc was doing a good thing by shaving Fluffers. That way he doesn’t get matted worse, and besides, I thought Fluffers was a white cat? You can’t sue him for those things, since he was helping you. Okay?”
“Well, okay, dear. If you’re sure…” Mrs. Allen sounded doubtful, but I didn’t give her time to come up with anything else.
“I’m sure, Mrs. Allen. You have a nice day and a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year if I don’t talk to you before then, okay? Bye-bye!”
I laughed as I hung up the phone and turned back to the trial brief I was typing. About thirty minutes before closing time, Jackson walked into the office, stopping at the counter in front of me.
“Hey, babe,” he said, smiling down at me.
“Hey, Jacks! What are you doing here?”
“Luke’s got a late appointment again and didn’t want you walking out by yourself. So I said I’d pick you up. Plus, I need your opinion on something.”
“Okay, I just have to finish up a couple things and then we can go.” I turned back to my computer and finished up in record time. I hopped up and grabbed my coat and purse and we walked outside. He grabbed my keys out of my hand and locked the door behind us before herding me into his car.
Instead of going to Skin Deep like I figured we would, we headed home. When we got inside, he motioned to the kitchen table and I went and sat down, waiting patiently for him to join me. He pulled something out of a tube he had leaned up against the corner of the living room and spread it out over the table.
I gasped when I looked over the blueprint he had laid out, my eyes racing over every detail. “Is this for your house that you’re building next door?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I just had a couple things I wanted a woman’s perspective on.”
I teased him a bit, winking and asking, “Shouldn’t you be asking Allie then?”
He grinned at me and said, “She’ll get to voice her opinion eventually, especially if she’s gonna live there one day.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, asking silently for more information. After a minute he complied.
“Well, I know we talked before about Allie, but I just…I really like her, Emma. But there’s Brandon and I don’t know exactly where he fits in with everything.” He shook his head.
“I think things will work themselves out. Just be patient, Jacks. So! What did you want my opinion on?” I rubbed my hands together in glee, excited to be able to get to help actually design a house that was going to be built.
We sat there for a while, throwing ideas back and forth, and at one point during a slightly heated conversation, he had come up behind me at the table, leaning over my shoulder and pointing at the blueprints. We both looked up at the door when it opened and Luke and Brandon walked in. I smiled at them, and Luke quirked his brow at Jackson leaning over me, his hand braced on my shoulder. I glanced up at Jackson and laughed when he waggled his brows at Luke before patting my shoulder and moving back so I could get up.
I went to Luke, raising my lips for his kiss as he smiled and said, “Jacks, you ass! You tryin’ to get fresh with my woman?”
I laughed even harder when Jackson replied, “Hell yeah, I am! She’s too good for you, needs someone macho like me!”
I rolled my eyes at their banter and reached around to snatch the pizza boxes out of Brandon’s hands that I hadn’t noticed until now. He’d been trying to maneuver around Luke and sneak away with dinner.
