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I fuck her hard, ramming my cock in and out faster, harder. Glancing down at her sweet pussy swallowing me whole, I know I’m not gonna last at this pace. She’s prick teased me all night. She deserves to be pounded.
I reach around and pinch her clit as she yelps, then groans as she grinds back down onto me and comes hard.
“Gonna come, Ariana. Fuck, I’m coming so hard for you…” I groan as I shoot my load and still, making sure every fucking drop is milked while she squirms underneath me.
I’ve no fucking clue how I’m going to give her up.
Chapter Twenty
Ariana
I lie in between Lukas’s legs, my back to his front as we soak in the huge spa tub.
Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life.
Aside from what he just did to me for the last few hours, he’s been so sweet, so attentive, so beautiful. I’ve no way of knowing how the hell I’m going to go back to real life. I don’t even want real life to exist if this is just a dream.
He sponges water over my stomach as we lie in blissful peace, bubbles encasing us as we gaze out at the stars.
“Have you enjoyed your vacation?” I ask, my eyes closed as he swirls the sponge over my body. My heart already breaking because I don’t want this to be goodbye.
“I have, immensely,” he tells me. “Now I have to go deal with a lawsuit, and a marketing team who don’t know their ass from their elbows.”
“Uh, no shop talk tonight, remember,” I remind him. “You can do that tomorrow.”
Not that he’s been able to quit work while he’s been here. I know being a CEO would never really end, but I think even he can admit that being here has been good for him to relax a little.
He doesn’t strike me like the type who gets a lot of down time.
“Don’t remind me,” he sighs. “I’ve got nothing but lawyer meetings waiting for me when I get back. That’s what you get when you try to solve problems with violence.”
“What happened to make you sock the guy?”
He kisses the back of my head. “He insulted my secretary, Emily. That, and he can’t hold his liquor.”
“Do you have a good lawyer?”
“The best,” he says. “It was his idea that I take a week off to cool down. And he was right. I lost my cool, and I shouldn’t have. I should send him a case of wine or something. Without his words of wisdom, you and I never would have run into each other.”
“It’s been the best week of my life,” I say, because it’s the truth and I want him to know it means a lot to me. “I’m glad too.”You’ll never know how much.
We spend the rest of the night soaking. Drinking expensive champagne. Then he takes me to bed, spooning me because I’m too exhausted to go another round, and we fall asleep naked in each other’s arms.
It shouldn’t feel this heartbreaking letting him go, but I can always rely on my heart to tell me when it’s about to be shattered.
The morning he left, we didn’t make any formal plans to meet back in Seattle, and secretly, I was disappointed that he didn’t ask me.
It’s hard not to wonder what the hell I got myself into if this is how I feel in his wake.
I’ve spent the last couple of days trying to pretend that I’m not in a post-Lukas withdrawal haze. I don’t want to ruin the rest of the vacation, so I have to put on a brave face for my besties. They did, after all, come here to surprise me, and I’ve ditched them most nights to shack up with Mr. B and get laid.
We make the most of it. Eating. Drinking. Going to the spa. Dancing. We even went windsurfing. And I pretend I’m okay.
I pretend that nothing about Lukas Bentley has affected me. Like I’m perfectly fine.
When we reluctantly leave for Seattle, I almost dread going back to my dreary apartment.
It’s always a fall from grace when you’ve spent ten daysin the lap of luxury in a place like Mexico.
