In one swift movement, Luke carries me, my legs wrapping around his torso as we leave the wall behind me.
While still holding me close to him, he uses his other hand to end the call from his desk phone. "I'll definitely fire her after this."
So it's Summer who was calling. Why can’t she stop disturbing us?
But I don't have any chance to think about that annoying girl anymore as Luke lands me on the carpet. He fucks me on the floor like a savage.
Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he leans in for a kiss, and I welcome his lips on mine.
I circle my arms around his shoulder too, feeling like I'm on cloud nine as he keeps pleasuring me.
Oh, God, I came here for a lunch, didn't I? Why did it turn out like this? Not that I'm complaining.
He French kisses me as he continues pounding into me, andwhile I close my eyes, lost in his warmth, something echoes at the back of my mind.
"Dammit, Cassie. I can't stop kissing you."
My eyes snap open. I'm trying to digest what just happened in shock.
I felt something like this before. When did I hear those words? It sounded just like Luke's voice.
Luke pulls away from the kiss after noticing my slight detachment. I stare at his hazel eyes, which are filled with his desire for me.
Why am I imagining things? Why do I feel like we've gotten lost in this kind of ecstasy before, in which he couldn't stop kissing me?
"What's the matter?" Luke stops moving, worry on his face. "Am I hurting you?"
I quickly shake my head to signal that he’s wrong. "No. Please, don't stop," I plead, tightening my hold around his shoulder.
Luke's eyes soften before he resumes his thrust, burying his face in my neck, and my moans fill the room again.
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The weekend has come, and here I am, standing at the side of the swimming pool, watching as Luke teaches Aiden how to swim.
Oscar's voice echoes in my ear as he talks to me on the phone.
"Have you seen the view count for your new song on your channel?" Oscar asks with so much excitement it makes me wonder what's going on—he rarely gets this enthusiastic. "Cassie, I can't believe it."
"What do you mean?" I ask, clueless.
Even though I'm curious as hell, I'm too afraid to see the reaction to two lyric videos that my team has put up on my YouTube channel, so I'm staying away from social media for a while.
"Theyloveyour song," Oscar says like it's the most obviousthing in the world. "And I mean, likereally love. Hell, they're addicted to it. I've never seen a number of views that grew as rapidly as this one."
"It's the song that I wrote with Cal, isn't it?" I ask. "I told you that the guy is a genius, and he has a great new fanbase—"
"Cassie," Oscar cuts me off. "I'm not talking about that one. Of course, that song is receiving great feedback too, more than we could have asked for, honestly. But I'm talking about the other one. It's phenomenal."
I'm speechless.
"I'm talking about your new song," Oscar says, making my heart skip a beat. "The most recent song that you composed out of the blue. Winter Escape."
My jaw drops.
"But," I stutter. "But it's the most unprepared song that we've ever released. In fact, I'm still amazed at how fast we were able to finalize it."
Oscar chuckles. "It means that the song itself was already so perfect that we didn't even have to try hard to work on it. That's why we could release it in such a short time."
