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“Fucking hell, you are,” he retorts, his speed increasing and his breathing becoming a little labored. The man is the Olympus God of sex, after all.
He stills, and my quakes around him coat him with my cum.
“Fuck, Heaven, and we’re just now getting started.”
And his words,just now getting started, fill me with hope that we’re real. I’m tired of fighting it.
* * *
My eyes open to a room filled with wonderful morning sunlight. My mind is cluttered as I attempt to fill in the blanks from last night. An arm reaches over my back.
“Don’t overthink this, Heaven, and don’t run out of here like your beautiful ass is on fire. You’re mine, and after last night, you’re not leaving me.”
I roll over, away from his line of sight. “Heaven, don’t hide from me because I’ll come and find you, even if you’re in my bed, right next to me.” He pushes from the mattress, taking most of the covers with him. I look up, and he’s now on my side, crawling in next to me. “See, I found you. Now, tell me what this is all about.”
“I resisted this, the pull I’ve had toward you. When you became my client, I swore it was a line I wouldn’t cross.” I move my hand to his cheek, caressing his face. “Understand this—I don’t regret us. And honestly, I was tired of fighting it. I wanted you again, Luc, from the second you showed up in my office. But, there are many people who don’t take me seriously. They see me as just a pretty face, someone who can be the eye candy of the firm.” I remember Jeffery Mann’s harsh words and Mrs. Webster’s warnings. It still stings. “I swore I’d be this ethical lawyer, and after one of the senior partners told me I wasn’t good enough to represent you, I shut down. But, I won’t lie, the fear is still there.”
He cups my cheeks and lands a soft kiss on my forehead. “First off, I want to throw that jackass out the window. And believe me, I’ve been at the firm enough, I know who it is.” He drops a kiss onto my nose this time. “But, let me ask you this. Is it the fear that you won’t perform your job correctly, or the fear of what others think of you?”
“Fear of others,” I admit.
“This is easier said than done, but do you know what I do in those instances?”
I’m almost positive I do, but I wait for him to finish.
“All you can do, Heaven, is tell every single one of them to go fuck themselves. At the end of the day, their opinion doesn’t matter.”
I’d been right, it was exactly what I knew Luca would say. But he’s not wrong.
In his arms, and with his face next to mine, his fingers dance down my body, opening the lips of my pussy as he’s quick with my morning orgasm. It’s how I become Luca De Santos’s, without question.
CHAPTERTEN
It’s been a month since I claimed her in my apartment, and I’ve yet to tell her about my darker desires in the bedroom. But I can’t lose her.
I watch Anisten as the windy city of Chicago lives up to its name, whipping the blonde locks of her hair in the warm fall air.
“Hell, Heaven. I thought you in nothing was fucking sexy, but you in overalls, a little dirt on your body, and working alongside me is sexier than I’d ever imagined.”
There had been some specific designs I want to oversee on my own at the new site of De Santos Inc. It’s further out of Chicago, giving me more land. I have rather specific tastes when it comes to the gardens I want in the open green spaces, and nothing had been mapped out according to the plans.
When we arrived at the site, I was livid, absolutely livid, at the progress of the work. Anisten took off her designer jeans and sweater in the outbuilding and pulled on some of our company-branded overalls, stating we were here and we could fix it. An hour later, covered with dirt and a little sweat, we’d cleared some of the land on the Chicago site of the new De Santos environmental home office. Thankfully the ground hadn’t frozen yet. It was hard work, and Anisten had been on her A-game.
“Are you saying I’m sexier in dirt or sexier in nothing?” she asks, leaning against the shovel she has earthed in the ground.
“I think it’s both.”
I stalk toward her and pull her to me, and the shovel stays where she’s pushed it into the dirt.
“Now, that isn’t something I’d argue with, Mr. De Santos.” She moves her mouth down my neck and outside the bedroom, this is what we do. She gives a little, but only a little, until I take over, and I give her everything she needs. But Anisten, in this way, is sexy. My Anisten in any and every way is sexy as fuck.
Her lips travel up my neck, to my chin, and over to my mouth. I’m not waiting, not with the abnormally warm weather, for this time of year. Where we stand, we’re given privacy. The back of the construction site has an outbuilding with acres and acres of land open and not a soul around.
I pull down the zipper of the company overalls, and she stands in the middle of nowhere in her bra and panties. “Strip,” I order, and she hesitates, her eyes looking around as they track the open space.
“Did you not hear me? Do you not understand?”
She steps out of the overalls, her arms reaching behind her, and I watch her ivory skin until it is all naked, and her bra falls to the dirt. “Now, panties.”
