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that despite not being tired and despite Luke being about to eat me out, I’m slightly tempted to take a nap right now.
But as Luke spreads my legs I forget about all that.
He takes his time this time, unlike when we were rushing in his office. He rubs the back of his hand against my inner thigh, kisses my knees. With each kiss and stroke of his hand, he moves ever so slightly closer to my pussy. By the time his lips are centimeters away from my clit, I am already drenched. By the time I feel his tongue on my pussy, it takes me all of sixty seconds to climax. I come six times in a row and nearly pass out the last time. And alone in this large house in Lexington, I can let loose with the screams.
“Wow,” Luke says as he transfers into the bed next to me. “You’ve got quite a set of pipes.”
“That was fantastic,” I murmur. I roll my head to look at him. “Let me do something for you now.”
“Just watching you scream like that is enough,” he says.
I frown. It’s hard for me to believe that’s true, as much as I’d like to. “Luke…”
“It’s okay, Ellie,” he says. “I promise.”
“Can you… feel it at all?”
His ears turn pink. “A little. I have an incomplete injury, so I have some sensation below my chest, but it’s not normal. Not like it used to be, obviously.”
“So what if we keep it above the chest?”
Luke tenses up as I undo the first button on his shirt. I undo the second button and I realize I’m just torturing him. He knows the last time I saw him naked was that night in college, during Primal Scream. He’s self-conscious about how different he looks now, even though I couldn’t care less. “That’s all, okay? Just two buttons.”
“Okay,” he says.
I keep my promise, kissing him and licking him only from his collarbone upward. Despite his initial reluctance, he seems to enjoy the experience quite a bit. I even get him to relax enough that I pull his shirt out from his pants and get my hand up onto his chest. His abdomen is soft from lack of muscles, but I love the masculine feel of the golden hairs on his chest. I know that Luke has nothing to be ashamed of, but I need to convince him of that fact.
Chapter 18
Luke knows every bar in Boston. He’s a virtual encyclopedia of all the upper-end taverns. Of course, he doesn’t know the seedy little dives, but he’d never go into a place like that anyway.
The place to be on Saturday night is a smoky little establishment named Moonlight, where we hope to be free from prying eyes. Luke not only knows every bar in the city, but apparently knows the people who run every bar in the city because despite the place being extremely crowded, we get a fantastic table right next to where the singer will be performing.
“These seats are great,” I comment.
Luke winks at me. “Being rich and influential has its perks, huh?”
We place our drink orders, but as the waiter walks away, Luke has turned a bit pale. I look at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Rebecca,” he mumbles.
Rebecca. As I recall, that’s the name of his last girlfriend. The one he said was just dating him for his money. “Do you want to leave?”
“No, it’s okay,” he says, although he kind of looks like the answer is yes. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think I’m not over her or something. Because I am over her. I hate her, to be honest.”
“That might be worse.”
He flashes me a pained look. “The thing about Rebecca was… she wouldn’t have sex with me. She refused.”
I stare at him. “You’re joking.”
He flinches. “I wish I were. I mean, I did… well, you know. For her. But when it came to anything else, she had a bunch of excuses. One after another. She wouldn’t have sex with me. She didn’t even seem to want to kiss me. Finally… I mean, we were together for a year. So I pressed her, and she admitted she wasn’t interested.”
“Well…” I clear my throat. “There are some women who aren’t interested in sex…”
“Oh, she was interested in sex. She just wasn’t interested in sex with me.”
My heart aches for him. “Luke…”
“And she had this whole speech about how it would be a good thing for me.” He winces. “I get to have a