Page 78 of Lucas

Please ask.

I ache to gripher hips, to press our lower bodies together so she can feel how hard I am for her through my slacks and her pencil skirt. But I restrain myself, waiting.

Her lips part, and she wets them with her little pink tongue. A small moan escapes her throat. She looks up at me with smoldering eyes, desire winning out over hatred.

“In words, Ava.”

She nods. “Okay. I agree. Just sex, no feelings. I still hate you.”

“No feelings.” I place a hand on her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. “Just orgasms.”

“Not here.” She pulls back, her eyes surveying the office and stacks of binders. Her desk is cluttered with papers and files, a testament to her dedication to her work.

“Not in my office. I never lock the door, and I don’t want to?—”

“What? For them to know you’re fucking your husband? It’s normal.”

“Not here.” She shakes her head.

“Okay. Come on.” I grip her hand, my fingers lacing with hers, and pull her after me, ignoring the curious stares of her coworkers in the hallway. I never cared about others’ opinions. I lead her to the building’s stairwell, the heavy door slamming shut behind us with a loud, echoing noise.

She surveys the space, her brows furrowed. “What are we doing here?” The stairwell is dimly lit, the concrete walls cold and uninviting.

“Come on.” I tug her upward, my steps urgent. We’re on the top floor now, Valeur’s floor.

“Your office isn’t an option either,” she says, slightly breathless from the climb.

“I didn’t intend to take you to my office.” I continue climbing, opening the roof door with my key, and we step out into the open air.

“Where are we?”

“This is the building’s rooftop. There’s nothing up here, and no one comes here either.” I pin her against the wall, covering her body with mine. “Gentle or rough?”

“What?” she pants.

“Gentle or rough? I’m horny as hell, haven’t fucked in months. If you want me to be gentle with you, tell me now because it’ll be hard to stop once we start.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone in a year,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.

“Seriously?” She did say it had been a long time, but a year? “Okay, so I guess gentle.”

Fuck, this will be hard. My cock could chop down trees right now.

Her pencil skirt is too tight to pull up, so I unzip it, and she lets it fall to her feet. I gaze at her bare legs, the tiny white lace panties covering the paradise I want to reach. I reach out, looking into her eyes for a moment to get approval before caressing her thigh, trailing my fingers over the soft skin, making my way upward.

Her head falls back the moment I reach between her legs. Her panties are soaked.

I knew it. I knew she’d be wet.

I run my thumb over the delicate slit, but she’s impatient, tugging her panties down, kicking them off.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I drink inthe sight of her naked lower half, glistening with arousal. I trail my fingers along her slit, marveling at how slick and swollen she already is. A low moan escapes her lips, and her hips buck forward, seeking more contact.

My hands part her legs, revealing the pink folds waiting for me. “You’re beautiful,” I growl, dropping to my knees.

I don’t care that my suit is getting ruined on the hard floor. I have one goal—to taste her, to eat her until she writhes and screams my name.

The heat radiating from her makes me forget everything else. I place her leg over my shoulder and swipe my tongue across her clit. She shudders, her moan filling the air as she grabs my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more.