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It’s pretty normal now—to be waiting on security to ensure the area is safe.

God, I hate it.

When we’re back in the penthouse, Luke takes me into the kitchen and hands me a glass of water.

I’m still so numb from the stress, and my hands don’t react for a moment to take the cup.

“Thanks.”

Taking a sip, the cool liquid slides down my throat, anchoring me to reality.

My shoulders are so tense, I can see the fight for that man when I close my eyes, and worse, I can see all the fleeting moments of panic from today.

The janitor, that patient Callum King, running into the man in the hall, everything weighs on me, reminding me what an anxious fucking wreck I am right now.

“Hey.” Luke’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “What can I do? How can I make this better?”

Meeting his eyes, I know I just want out of my head. I need to feel something else.

I pull Luke against me, letting him pin me to the counter. “Distract me. Make love to me.”

Chapter 26

Luke

Clara’s hands cup my face, pulling me down for a kiss, and I know I should resist, but I don’t.

As far as coping mechanisms go, this is better than alcohol, which I know from experience, and taking care of her—making Clara feel something good—is something I know I can do.

“Anything, doc. I got you,” I mumble against her lips.

She grips me tight, and my hands go to her shirt, yanking the thing over her head before going back to our kiss.

Clara’s fingers tangle in my belt as she works to get my pants undone, and I untie the threads that keep her scrub bottoms tight.

Getting her pants off is quicker, so I let them fall, and she steps out of the pile, kicking them away.

It doesn’t take much to get me hard for Clara, so as I move her hands for a moment, I pull my erection through my downed zipper, not bothering to fully ditch the pants.

Gripping my cock tightly, Clara strokes her hand up and down my shaft. My head falls back as she toys with my opening, smoothing her thumb across it.

With my eyes closed, I don’t notice her bending to take me in her mouth, so the warmth hits me like a pleasant electric shock.

I grip her hair, letting Clara work me up as I thrust between her lips.

When I know she’s likely slick and ready for me, I pull her back up to standing and spin Clara around to face the counter.

Pushing her forward, I drape Clara over the marble surface.

I pull the straps of her bralette down her shoulders so I can see those magnificent nipples of hers get harder as they brush against the cold stone counter.

She hisses lightly as they do, and I reach forward to pinch one of the perky buds. Clara moans low, arching her back, which presses her ass against my dripping cock.

“Please, Luke. I want you.”

Clara’s voice is low and quiet, but the desperate need is obvious.

“Love those pretty words, darlin’.”

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