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Eyes still on Lukas, who looked dumbstruck staring at me, I went for the button of his pants, opening them slowly. It was somewhat tricky maneuvering because Lukas was rock hard.

He brushed a hand down my face, pushing my hair behind my shoulder. And when I reached into his briefs, his hand latched onto the back of my head.

I couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of him in my hand. He was perfect. Of course, he was.

Huge. Big enough that I was sure to start tearing up. And perfect.

I stared at the length of him for a second and then pressed my tongue to the tip, dragging slowly upward.

“Fuck,” Lukas cursed, hand slamming down on the dining table next to him. Glass shattered from the force of it. I let myself smile. Lukas was always intentional in his movements, but I made him lose control.

I started slow, wrapping a hand around the base and my mouth around the tip, drawing back and pushing down in methodical strokes. Finding a rhythm that made Lukas go insane.

I was losing my own sanity by the second, feeling heavy and empty between my legs.

“You have no idea how good you look right now,” Lukas said, making me gaze up at him. The soft light was framing the back of his head, making him appear even bigger standing over me. I took him to the back of my throat again, all but melting into a puddle on the floor at the groan Lukas let out into the air.

I used my other hand to shove his pants down further, desperate to feel the weight of him in my hands. I needed to be consumed by him, every sense at his mercy.

Lukas’s grip tightened in my hair. “I’m not going to stop you, baby. But the second you’re done, I’m fucking you so hard you’ll see stars.”

That promise only spurred me on, doubling down on the force of my pulls and strokes. Lukas was attractive enough when he was all mischief and sly jokes, but when he was serious…the potency of him was intoxicating.

I squirmed a little bit, desperate for some type of friction between my legs.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Lukas said when he caught the movement. How he had when he was busy pumping his hips in time with my mouth and hands was beyond me. “I’m going to take care of you.”

I believed him. Because that promise was the only thing keeping me from putting my own hand there.

I kept at it, driven as crazy as Lukas was by the promises he was making and the groans pouring out of his mouth until he shuddered and spilled down my throat, letting me taste him.

He only released me to drag a hand down his face.

In a second, he shoved both hands under my arms and forced me to stand, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.

One that was interrupted not a second later.

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I woke up on a gasp so loud it was almost a scream. Also on the edge of coming.

There was no mistaking that. That memory haunted my dreams and my every waking hour, turning me into a mess of desperation.

This was no different. My heart was racing, and I could already tell how turned on my body was.

I shot up, turning to see if Lukas was beside me, but he still hadn’t returned.

Anxiety was trying to crawl over my shoulders to bury in my chest like clouds coming over a mountain. But I looked at the clock on my bedside table and realized I’d only been asleep for an hour.

Lukas could still be handling his brother.

Hopefully, he would be for a while longer. Because the drumming between my thighs was demanding immediate attention.

The thought of doing this in Lukas’s bed, with the chance of him walking in any second only fanned the flames of my desire.

Ireached my hand under the covers, past the nightgown that had ridden up and was now gathered around my waist, to settle between my legs. Of course, the silk had done nothing to cool my skin.

My fingers slipped a little in the wetness pooled there.