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Premier season tickets were expensive, so Luke couldn’t just brush the man off. “That’s good to hear, sir. I hope you’re enjoying yourself at the games.”
The man laughed and reached inside his jacket pocket. Luke was pushed aside as his security detail descended on the man. The redhead squeaked and Luke placed himself in front of Abbey, his heart racing. He’d die first before letting anything happen to his princess.
The man held his hands up in surrender, a panicked look in his eyes. “Wait. Stop! I was just getting my business card, I swear. You can take it out of my pocket yourself. I’m not armed.”
“He’s never fired a gun in his life,” the redhead said.
Luke watched, cautiously optimistic as both security men patted the man down and removed a business card from his inside jacket pocket.
The man took the card and held it up. “See? My name is Alfred Gleason. I’m the best real estate broker in the area. I wanted to offer my services, that’s all. I handle properties here in the area, Oak Brook, Hinsdale, Elmhurst—anywhere the Chicago Metro area.”
Luke sighed, relieved there wasn’t an imminent threat. He took Gleason’s card and put it in his pants pocket. The one with Abbey’s hose and torn panties. He needed to get her to his room now.
“Thank you, Mr. Gleason. I’ll certainly keep you in mind when I’m in the market for property in the area.” Luke shook Gleason’s hand. “I have to be careful. I’m sure you understand.”
Before Gleason could comment, the redhead chimed in. “The least you could do is take a picture with us, don’t you think?”
“Please excuse my wife, it’s late. We’re tired as I’m sure you are. Gloria, honey, don’t be upset.”
Luke wasn’t tired, he was wired, horny as shit, and ready to sink into Abbey. But he would do his duty and pose for some shots with the Gleasons.
Luke posed patiently with a smile on his face as one of his security men snapped several shots with Gleason’s iPhone. Abbey snickered when Mrs. Gleason squeezed his ass behind her husband’s back. Christ.
They all rode up in the elevator silently, with the Gleasons looking through their photos. The elevator chimed and the doors opened to the third floor, the Gleasons’ floor. They said their goodbyes and Luke held Abbey tightly as they rode to the tenth floor.
Luke and Abbey were escorted, without further incident, to his room. Once inside, he tossed the cake container on the kitchenette counter and reached for her.
“Princess, I’ve got to have you, right now.” Luke plunged his tongue inside Abbey’s mouth, desperate for her. She responded in kind, tangling her tongue with his until they were both breathless.
Luke took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom he was using in the two-bedroom suite. He couldn’t get her naked fast enough.
He shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and tossed it aside. Abbey turned her back to him.
“Can you unzip me?” She kicked off her shoes while Luke worked the zipper down her dress. “And don’t forget the little hook at the neck.”
Luke unhooked the tiny hook for her after two attempts, his hands shaking with need. He watched as she shook out of her dress and removed her slip, leaving her bare-assed and in her sexy cornflower-blue bra. The sight of her perfect ass had his dick pulsing in his pants. He wanted to take a bite of the succulent globes of flesh. He realized the panties he’d ruined were part of a set. Lucky me. Abbey unhooked her bra and slowly turned around, smiling seductively.
Luke’s mouth watered at the sight of her. Smooth porcelain skin with rounded hips and full tits with hard, dusky nipples, just waiting to be sucked and teased. Her pussy glistening with her juices. Mine.
Abbey came toward him and started in on his shirt buttons. “Someone’s got too much on, don’t you think?” she purred.
“Hell yeah,” Luke agreed. He made quick work out of the buttons she hadn’t touched and shrugged out of his shirt. He pulled off his t-shirt and Abbey gasped. Shit. He’d forgotten about the shoulder support. He felt fine. She didn’t need to worry.
Her eyes glistened with tears. “Oh my, God. What happened? Is that why you missed rehearsal? Because you were hurt?” Abbey gently touched his support-covered shoulder, a tear rolling down her cheek.
He took a hold of her hands and squeezed gently, trying to calm her down. “I’m all right, really, baby. Nothing’s broken or dislocated. I’m badly bruised, that’s all. A little sore, but that’s it. I promise, I’m fine.” He pulled the support apart and took it off. He felt better with it off. “Go on, princess, get on the bed. Please. I need you.”
Abbey hesitated briefly before nodding and climbing onto the king-size bed, positioning herself in the middle, lying against multiple fluffed pillows and the soft white sheets. She watched with a concerned expression on her angelic face as Luke made quick work out of undressing.
He gripped his throbbing hard cock and stroked himself from root to tip a few times, using his pre-cum as a lubricant. He noticed Abbey watching him stroke himself with avid interest. Good. His princess wanted him. “See what you do to me? I’ve been hard for you almost the entire damn day.”
He crawled onto the bed and she spread her legs for him. Her pussy glistened with her juices, her clit swollen and pink. “Someone’s eager, aren’tthey?”
He slowly kissed his way up her body, starting with her ankles, calves, and up her quivering thighs to her drenched pussy. One quick lick ending at her pulsing clit had Abbey squirming beneath him and moaning. “Mine,” he whispered and kissed the light dusting of trimmed blonde hair on her mound. He could feast on her all day and night and never get enough.
Working his way further upward, Luke licked and kissed her abdomen. He paused a second, imaging what it would be like when she was swollen with their first child. He couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous of Jake at that moment. His big brother was one lucky fucker with a baby on the way. Luke would do his best to catch up fast. If things hadn’t gone to shit between him and Abbey ten years ago, he suspected they’d have a couple of kids by now.
Luke licked her belly button, causing her to giggle. He placed tiny kisses further along her flat stomach until he reached her full, swollen breasts. He took a hard, dusky nipple in his mouth and laved it mercilessly with his tongue, making the tip even harder. Abbey grabbed a hold of his head, pulling him closer. He worked it over good and then turned his attention to her other breast, licking, nibbling, and biting her nipple until she was gyrating beneath him, her skin hot and flushed.
