“I’m sorry.” He clutches my shoulders and places a kiss on the side of my neck. “I should have been gentler with you.”
I turn to face him. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not. It was perfect.”
He grins. “Perfect, huh?”
With the water from the shower running down his body and his hair plastered to his face, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Or had sex with. He is the ultimate fantasy come to life.
I slide my finger over his chest. “Well, maybe notperfect. I’d hate to give you a big head,” I tease. “There’s still room for improvement.”
Lucas narrows his eyes, giving me a mock disgruntled expression. “You did not just say that.”
I tilt my head to the side and smile sweetly. “Oh yes, I did. There is that one thing you did with your tongue that didn’t quite hit the spot.”
Growling, he turns the water off, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh no more than a toddler.
I squeal with delight. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t have a big head, but I do have a big cock.” He lightly slaps my butt. “And don’t worry, when I’m finished with you, you’ll haveeveryspot hit.”
We lay intertwined in the tangled sheets. My body is too exhausted to move. Lucas hit the spot alright. Multiple times! And it was oh so good. Who knew there were so many creative things he could do with his tongue and, in his words, big cock—which he’s not lying about.
I haven’t felt this relaxed in years. With my work, I feel like I’m being pulled in every direction. Saying yes to everything. These past few days have forced me to stop. If having sex with someone who is only a friend is this amazing, imagine what it will be like when it’s with someone I truly love. That’s how I know what I had with Darren wasn’t true love. How could it be when sex was more a chore than a pleasure? What I’ve done with Lucas I could do every day of my life.
Any affection I had for Darren has vanished. Thoughts of him and his betrayal make me sick to my stomach. There’s no love lost. And it only took four days to realize it.
As appealing as it is to stay in the cabin, with Lucas as my personal sex slave, I can’t hide here forever. My reputation—which Darren is destroying with his lies—needs fixing.
I will energy into my body and untangle my legs and arms from Lucas. Sitting up, I lean back against the headboard, tuck my knees to my chest, and hug my legs. Thinking about the mess I have to face back home causes an icy chill to run through my veins.
Can I even fix my reputation? With the way people turned against me, I’m not sure it’s possible. Thanks to Darren spewing lies about me, and the horrid paparazzi photos with Lucas, I look like the bad guy. All the hard work I’ve put into my career is slipping through my fingers.
They’ve broken me. How do I move forward?
Lucas sits up next to me. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“After the amazing orgasms I’ve given you, you should be grinning from ear to ear, not looking like someone’s just died.”
I give him an exaggerated, stiff smile. “Better?”
With a mock scared expression, he shudders. “That’s horrifying!” he jokes. Then with all seriousness, he says, “Are you regretting what we’ve done? I know we haven’t been the best of friends—”
“More like mortal enemies,” I amend. Just because we’ve had sex doesn’t mean Lucas has forgiven me for what I did to him in high school. Yes, I was set up—Lucas is off the hook for that—but me putting drugs in Lucas’ locker got the ball rolling for the traumatic event to come. Will that always be something between us? “But no, I don’t regret what we did. It’s exactly what I needed.”
“Sex with a godly stud will fix a lot of your problems.” He grins.
I roll my eyes and nudge his shoulder. “You think highly of yourself.”
He waves a hand down the length of his body and cups his penis. “When I have this to work with, how can I not?”
I giggle.
With a serious expression, he says, “Why were you so deep in thought?”
“I’m just thinking about all the crap waiting for me when I go home.”
“Don’t you have a team who can fix things for you?”
