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Hell, no.
In his entire life, no kiss had ever knocked him out like hers had. No kiss had ever shot straight to his balls and made his cock jump and twitch from the intense pleasure. Jesus. She’d made him like it. Hell, she’d made him love it, and she’d made him want more so fiercely that he’d been a breath away from tearing her clothes off and fucking the heck out of her on Luke’s floor.
Damn, he had it bad for her. So damned bad he felt big inside his skin, stretched to his limits, bursting because he was in love with this girl and she was pushing him so hard he didn’t know what to do with her.
Oh, yeah, he wanted her. He’d die for her. And she wanted him back.
But starting something with Chloe wasn’t as easy as it sounded. He knew full well that Chloe would push him so damned far beyond where he’d ever been pushed. She would not be satisfied until she’d tumbled his every wall, his every defense, and he’d be a dead man.
Then again, maybe he’d be a happy dead man…
Welcome, master!
Spurred back from his thoughts by Luke’s virtual butler, Graves began typing again as Luke strolled into his pad. The scanning device he’d programmed and wired was activated as his friend moved inside.
“That’s creepy. I can totally hear it scanning me,” Luke said with a smirk, as he sent his coat flying across the room. He threw himself onto the couch next to where it had landed and propped his feet up. “I’m your master and lord, idiot, and I am unarmed!”
Graves kept typing. “Almost through here. I’m merely saving your profile as an authorized weapons holder…”
“Good deal. You know, I’m tired of being greeted as Master Luke. How about you program it to say, ‘Welcome back, lovable, lickable, luscious Lord Luke.’ Sounds special. Right?”
Graves continued coding. “It’s your home, dickhead.” Then, because he had to know, could not tear his mind from her for the life of him, he asked, “Chloe make it back home, do you know?”
His ears still rang with the sounds she’d made when he fucked her mouth his tongue. He just couldn’t stop thinking about this woman, this girl he loved and adored, and who wanted to lose her virginity. She had kissed him, breathing against him, taunting him to take her. So why in the hell couldn’t he just be the lucky bastard to do her the favor? If he kept to the way he usually had sex, he could be careful and not get in over his damned head so much. He could love the Jesus out of her if only for one night, and then be on their way, getting each other out of their systems.
Nobody had to know, nothing needed to change.
“Hell yeah, she got home. And she was apparently not kidding about kissing her date. Her mouth was swollen like a blown-up kissing fish and it made Danny get all up in her case.”
Graves’s heart vaulted, and his dick jumped to its full eight inches as he remembered the way her luscious mouth had looked after he’d kissed it. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, but couldn’t relax a single muscle. He forced himself to continue coding. “What would you do if she were to…” He let it trail off.
“Chloe? Come on to me, or something? Man, I’d do her sideways, upside down. Hell, I’d do her both ways—”
“Forget I asked.” He immediately regretted it. This was Luke, damn it. He was the world’s busiest man whore.
“Man, we’re talking Chloe here. Just looking at that ass—”
“Forget it!” Graves snapped. But her pert little ass appeared in his mind, and his balls gathered high and tight in his pants as one of his fuck-Chloe-doggy-style fantasies flickered through his mind.
“I might just end up getting the chance to fool around with her, you know,” Luke said with a conspiring wink. “She wants to ‘talk’ to me. And we all know what women have in mind when they want to talk to me. She invited me to one of her weekly charity things tomorrow, some kid orphanage.”
Everything inside of Graves went cold. Alaska and Antarctica were hot compared to his insides. He seemed to have stopped moving, stopped typing. And apparently he wasn’t breathing much, either. “Did she?”
“Yeah.”
He still could not breathe. “To do what?”
“I don’t know but I’m taking my checkbook.” Luke ran his hands through his hair and chuckled. “I’m going to have to drop a couple thousand, if not a mil, if I have any heart in me—and I’m all heart, man. I’ve done it a couple times, but the way Chlo asked me this time…She had this little wink of mischief in her eye and my radar shot up, man. She’s up to something with me, that girl. My radar never fails.”
“Stop looking at your fucking dick when you say radar,” Graves snapped.
He was glaring at Luke, his temperature doing a one-eighty turn. Now his blood boiled angrily in his veins, jealousy storming through him like an erupting volcano. He had never been the jealous type. He kept to himself, his businesses, his robots, and his intelligence systems. He didn’t like getting entangled with people’s dramas, kept sex as up-front as he could with absolutely no emotional involvement…
But Chloe, God, she pulled all his strings, all his buttons, and then some. Chloe intended to sleep with Luke? He stared at the guy the woman he loved planned to fuck tomorrow while Graves was shaking with unfulfilled desire. He stared blindly at the delicate code he had been working on for hours, his blood roaring and his every muscle straining and his dick so pained he wanted to cut it off. Every inch of him, every instinct, screamed at him to get. Chloe.
Because no undeserving asshole was going to take her v
irginity, especially not Luke I-Fuck-Anyone Preston.
