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I grip him tightly, pump him up and down as he thrusts. He's at the edge, almost there. He thrusts into me again, and I suck as hard as I can, keep him as deep as I can. He groans, his cock pulsing as he comes in my mouth.

I wait until he's finished, until I've caught all of him, and I swallow hard. He pushes me flat on my belly, spreading my legs apart, and he slides his fingers inside of me. Again and again, harder and harder.

The pressure builds and builds, my whole-body filling with pleasure. It's so much, almost too much. I'm sure I can't take it anymore. But he keeps going, and it keeps building. I groan, digging my nails into his thighs as an orgasm rips through me.

Luke pulls his hand back, helps me fix my dress and get back into my seat. He kisses me, deeply, possessively. "I'm going to get you back for that," he whispers. His lips are back on mine before I can reply.

Chapter Sixteen

Luke

The first night back home without Alyssa is depressing.

The house feels so empty without her. The bed is so cold without her in it. I give up on sleep and spend my night on the couch with my collection ofLaw and OrderDVDs.

But even while I watch, I wonder how she'd react to seeing New York flash over the screen if she were here.

That night passes and then I'm busy all week, unable to offer much more than "good luck tonight" or "I miss you." When I'm finally released from my mountain of work--well into Saturday evening--I call her.

"Hey you," she answers. It's loud behind her, like she's still at the theater.

"How was your show?"

"I killed it. No big deal."

She's confident for once. I'm glad. She'll never take my word for how damn good she is.

"You have time to talk?"

"Ellen invited me out, but I'd rather talk to you."

"You sure you're in the mood?"

"It's not awe have to talkkind of talk, is it?"

"We're engaged now."

"Really? I almost forgot." She nearly squeaks. "It has been days."

"Have you thought at all about a wedding?"

A small pause.

"Like I said. It's only been days."

Something about her voice sounds off.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Tired. Long night, lots of performances."

Tension knots in my back. "Ally... you do know you can talk to me about anything."

She swallows, hard. "I know."

I shift, moving the phone to a different hand. Is there an easier way to get her to open up? "There's no rush. Both my parents are dead, after all."

"That's awful."