Page 107 of Lucas

“I told you things no one else knows about me, and you still think I’d ask you for sexual favors in exchange for something. That I’m only one step above a rapist.” My voice cracks on the last word, betraying the depth of my pain.

“That’s not what I think. Not at all.” Her eyes widen, a glimmer of regret in their depths. “Truly, it’s not.”

I shake my head, refusing to meet her gaze.

“Lucas. Look at me,” she pleads, her voice soft.

I drag my eyes to hers, steeling myself for whatever I might see there. Pity? Contempt?

“That’s not what I think of you. I don’t know why I said that. You’re a good man. I know you would never do something like that to me. I’m frustrated, and I took it out on you without thinking. I’m truly sorry.” Her words tumble out in a rush, sincere and contrite.

I nod. “Apology accepted.”

Can she ever see me as anything other than the ruthless businessman, the unscrupulous playboy?

I want so badly for her to know the real me, the man beneath the polished veneer. The man who is hopelessly, desperately in love with her.

But I’m terrified that man will never be enough. That she’ll never be able to love me the way I love her.

“Can I make it up to you?” She places a hand on my thigh. “I want to suck you off. Really. You have an amazing cock, thick, big, and hot. I can make it so wet.” She licks her lips. “Take it deep into my throat.”

Fuck, I’m getting hard again. What am I going to do with this woman?

She reaches for the front of my pants, but I stop her again. “No.”

She stares at me, looking confused.

“You can make it up to me by letting me eat you.”

“What?”

“I want you to come on my tongue, Ava.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? I want to spread your legs and eat your wet, needy pussy until you come all over my face. Is that clear enough?”

She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling.

“Do you want that, Ava?” My voice is rougher than usual, and my dick aches against my zipper.

She nods.

Her pupils are wide, like black plates hiding the green of her eyes.

We’re on the road to my estate, in a visible spot, but I don’t care. Nothing will stop me now.

I get out of the car, pulling her out with me.

“What are you doing?” she pants.

I’m beyond words. I push her against the hood, laying her down on it.

“My weight will damage the car. The hood will dent.” She tries to slide off, but I stop her.

“I don’t care.”

“What if someone passes by?”