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I’m a fucking idiot.
I close the book and set it aside, trying to take refuge in the absurd details of our situation. “I still don’t entirely understand what happened. We didn’t do anything ‘compromising’ to take photos of. What was your father so upset about?”
“Ah.” Luke scratches the back of his neck.
Is it my imagination, or does he look flushed?
“When you dropped your recording thing under the table. You grabbed my leg for balance, and the photographer made it look like...he made it look like you were sucking me off.”
I blink. And then I put my head in my hands and laugh.
All this happened because I dropped something under the table?
“Well,” I say between laughs. “That’s ironic.”
“What do you mean?” Luke asks.
“I mean you don’t like blowjobs anyway.”
“That’s not...I do like...I should go to work now.” He turns to leave.
I rise and walk toward him, catching his forearm to stop him. “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s ok. I don’t need to do that if you don’t want me to. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
He raises a sardonic brow. “Pretty sure we just established I do owe you explanations, or you’ll have a meltdown.”
“Oh, don’t be an ass,” I say, releasing his arm. I was trying to be kind, but of course he’s already hiding behind that sarcastic armor of his. “Whatever. Go to work. Don’t go to work. See if I care.”
He catches me to him and kisses me. It’s passionate and hungry and completely catches me off guard. For a second I’m stiff. And then I’m melting into his, taste, the texture of his skin, the heat pressure of his hands on my back.
Luke breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“For wasting time on an asshole with trust issues,” Luke says. He takes a deep breath. “I told you about that big breakup fight I had with my college girlfriend? The one where all the things she’d been faking to make the relationship run smoothly rose to the surface?”
I nod. I remember.
“She, uh, said she hated doing that for me. Like, really hated it. But I liked it, and she liked me, so...” Luke half grunts and rolls his eyes. “God, this is so stupid.”
“Wait,” I say. “So you haven’t since...?”
“I like being in control,” Luke says bluntly. “Nothing’s worth feeling like you’re at someone else’s mercy. Not unless I actually...”
“Trust someone?” I guess.
He gives me a crooked grin that’s somehow cocky and sheepish at the same time.
I wet my lips. “I have an idea. Of something you could let me do. To make up for not trusting me with the truth before.”
I watch his face for any hint of reluctance. Any hint that this is a bad idea.
What I see instead takes my breath away.
His eyes darken. His hands fist in the back of my shirt. His breathing shifts. And I can feel his cock begin to grow hard against me.
“Are you sure?” Luke’s voice is gruff.
I realize he’s searching my face the same way I’m searching his. For any hint I’m faking it. For any hint I don’t want this just as badly as he does.
