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His face was pure amusement, one eyebrow raised as he stared down at me.
“Given the shit sticks up, I take it?”
I nodded. “A long time ago.”
I expected a lecture, just the same as I’d been getting from everyone in every capacity for years, but it didn’t come. Instead, he headed over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, then grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
“I have prosecco?” he said, and it was another counter offer to everything I’d been living for as long as I could remember.
“I’m on meds,” I reminded him. “I’m not allowed.”
“Of course,” he said. “But you’ve always done plenty of things you’re not allowed. Just wanted you to know it’s an option.”
My lungs adjusted to the smoke, and I managed a decent drag of nicotine.
“You shouldn’t let me,” I told him, but he looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.
“Shouldn’t let you what? Have a drink? You’re perfectly capable of knowing whether you want a drink or not.”
I had a weird zing in my belly as he reached another glass down.
“Juice, then?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
His smirk was as filthy as ever as he grabbed the carton from the fridge and poured one out. It was the strangest contradiction in my ribs – the urge to grab him and tear his shirt off pulsing down deep, while another part of me wanted to scream abuse and storm right out of there like the asshole deserved. Or like I deserved.
I did neither, just took that glass from him and took a swig.
“That was quite a pleasure,” he said, then stubbed his cigarette out in a jar lid on the side. “I’d forgotten just quite how deliciously explosive you are when you come like that.”
I hadn’t.
That’s why I was there in the first fucking place.
I held back from making that statement, just stubbed my cigarette out in the jar lid to match and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
Our eyes met and held, the tension already building right back up again.
He was a gorgeous specimen. Fit and filthy and toned just right. His face was angular in just the right places, eyes heavy and focused as he pulled at his beard in the same habitual way he’d done for ever.
It suited him.
Everything always suited him.
“Let’s get on with making the most of this one day fuckathon,” he said, and downed the rest of his wine.Chapter SixLucasSpit and smeared lipstick made a glossy mess of her face and she looked so damn delicious.
“What next?” she asked with a grin on her wet face, and there it was again. The horny slut in her that set my pulse racing all the fucking faster and my dick eager for more.
Oh, so many answers to her question. Oh, so many choices. My brain was a slideshow of crazy ideas, desperate to take advantage of every single one of them.
“Spit it out, then,” she prompted, licking her lips as she stepped closer. “What’s next in the filthy fuckathon? It’s a one off, remember, so we’d better make the most of it.”
Her tits were still slick, cleavage shimmering over the top of her dress as she pasted on the cool act. The cool act didn’t matter. She could puff away on cigarettes like we were just two casual unknown hook-ups all she wanted, but it would make no difference. There was nothing unknown about this hook-up.
I knew everything about the woman whose taste was still a pleasure on my tongue. Every nook, every curve. Every want and fantasy and muffled little squeal.
I knew her. All of her. Every fucking thing there was to know.
I was damn fucking well going to exploit it.
“We’ll be making the most of it alright,” I told her. “Get your dirty little ass upstairs!”
She didn’t need telling twice. I gestured the way and she dashed on ahead, lifting her heels nice and high over a ride-on toy unicorn at the bottom of the stairs before she started up. Her eyes were flashing back at me every step, fully ready and waiting for me to grab her at the top.
I didn’t disappoint.
I wrapped my arms so tight around her waist that she could barely grab a breath, half carrying half dragging her across the landing past Millie’s room and straight into mine. Her mouth was already open as I shoved her to her knees at the bottom of my bed, head tipping back nice and ready like the little slut she was.
She was so fucking beautiful like that.
I tugged my cock free from my suit trousers, clutching at her hair to keep her firm, and then I gave her what was coming. My balls were throbbing, dick fucking desperate, and I took her mouth like the perfect little fuck doll she was so fucking good at being.
