Page 31 of Lucas (The Valeur Billionaires #2)

Chapter Twenty

LUCAS

“ A va,” I whisper.

She’s within reach, and she could be mine.

Those feisty lips, pink and plump, that body built for sin.

Her round breasts strain against her thin shirt, and her curvy hips flare out from her tiny waist. Those angry green eyes flash with desire.

I want to melt her under my arms, fuck her until her mouth can no longer insult me, only scream my name.

She’s the sexiest creature I’ve ever seen, and I can barely restrain myself.

Her lips part, and she pants, chest heaving. I’m certain she’s wet, that she needs release just as badly as I do right now. All this energy, if only it were channeled in the right direction.

“Ava,” I whisper again.

“What?” Her eyes are still furious, but her body tells me something else.

“I have a business proposal for you.” I step closer, leaving mere inches between us.

“If you want me to fire employees?—”

“A personal business proposal for you,” I correct.

She falls silent, her eyes scanning my face.

“I know you’re attracted to me.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not.”

“It’s okay. I know you hate me. It has nothing to do with our attraction. It’s purely physical. I’m drawn to you as well, and we’re both in a binding contract. Meaning we can’t fuck other people, and all this sexual energy between us is electrifying. We both need release.”

“I don’t need anything from you.”

I ignore her feeble protest and continue. “We both need sex. We’re both frustrated. You don’t want to spend the next two years like this. I’ll admit, I was sure spending two years without would be a breeze, but it’s proving harder than I thought, and we can solve this easily. Hate-sex.”

She tilts her head but says nothing.

“Sex. Just sex. Hot, rough, full of hatred like you love. No commitment, no feelings, no cuddling after. Just physical release.”

She stares at me, and I can see from her expression that her resolve is crumbling.

“I know you want it. I know that if I touch you now, you’ll be wet and ready.

It’s okay. I feel it too.” I take one more step forward until I stand between her parted legs, my hips grazing hers but still not touching her.

“But I promised I wouldn’t touch you, so if you want it, you’ll have to ask, Ava. ”

Please ask.

I ache to grip her 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 in the 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.

“You want my tongue, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” she moans again, yanking my hair harder. The pain mingles with pleasure, driving me wild.

I bury my face in her, licking, sucking, savoring her taste. Her arousal is intoxicating.

I slip one finger inside her tight heat, groaning at the velvety feeling. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I pump, watching her face contort with pleasure as I add a second finger. Her inner walls clench around me as I stroke her most sensitive spots.

“ Nngh , yes...” she whimpers, eyes fluttering closed. “More.”

I curl my fingers, picking up the pace as my thumb rubs firm circles on her clit. Her arousal coats my hand as I finger-fuck her against the wall.

I’m so turned on that my dick is dripping inside my pants, soaking my underwear with precum. She hasn’t even touched me, and I’m already on the edge .

“Do you like my fingers, Ava? Do you like me fucking you with my tongue?”

Her breaths quicken as I rub harder, faster. Her hips buck, pushing against my face, demanding more from me.

“I can’t… Lucas, I’m going to come,” she whines, biting her lip. A small crease appears between her eyes as she concentrates, eyes closed. I lick her again, lash, suck, but my eyes stay fixed on her face, on the expression of ecstasy. She is stunning.

“Look at me, Ava,” I demand, and she opens her green eyes, now half-lidded, her long lashes shielding them as she gazes down at me buried between her thighs. “Look at me when you come. Tell me who makes you feel like this.”

“You,” she whispers.

“That’s it, baby, let go for me,” I growl, working her faster, harder, my need pulsing. She writhes and gasps, completely lost in sensation as I drive her closer to the edge.

“Oh God, I’m gonna—” Her words cut off into a sharp cry as her climax crashes over her. Her sex clamps down on my fingers, pulsing with aftershocks of intense pleasure. I slow my movements, helping her ride out the waves before withdrawing my hand.

She sags against the wall, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on her brow. I bring my slick fingers to my mouth, sucking off her essence with a groan. “You taste incredible.”

Rising, I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. “See how good you are? How much you need this?” I bite her lower lip. “How much you need me?”

Her eyes darken with renewed lust at the erotic sight. In a flash, she reaches for my belt, undoing my pants with shaky but determined hands. My cock springs free, harder than I can ever remember being.

She wraps her fingers around my thick shaft, stroking from base to tip. I let out a strangled moan, bracing my hands on the wall to stay upright.

“Ava,” I pant. I’m so worked up, I know I won’t last long, especially with how good her touch feels.

I pause her movements. “No, not this time.”

I can’t hold on much longer. I rub myself against her throbbing clit, back and forth, feeling her wetness coat me. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much.

Damn, I could come just from rubbing between her legs.

The sexy sounds she makes are like music to my ears, embedding themselves in my mind. I press my lips to hers, muffling her moans as I rub harder, faster. The friction is maddening, her slick heat driving me insane.

The kiss turns fierce, desperate, a battle of wills. Her nails dig into my neck, sinking into my skin, no doubt leaving marks that will surely show tomorrow. She marks me, and it turns me on even more. I suck on her upper lip, and the tip of my dick slides inside her.

She recoils, pushing me back.

I freeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Condom. You need to put on a condom.”

“We’re married. Aren’t you on the pill?”

“I’m not sleeping with you without a condom. You’ve slept with half the women in this city. I don’t trust you.”

“That’s not true. Those are just rumors. And I’m clean.” I frown, searching my pockets for my wallet. “Fuck.”

“What? ”

“My wallet is in the office.” I take a deep breath. “Wait here, and I’ll go get it?”

“Forget it.” She pulls her skirt back up.

“No, wait.”

She stops, looking at me.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself while I jerk off for you.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks down at my erection.

“I can’t go back to the office like this.” I smile. “Masturbate for me, I want to see.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, then nods. Her hand moves down, and she spreads her legs, letting me watch as she touches her clit.

I exhale, closing my hand around my dick. “God, I want you so bad.” My hand strokes faster and faster as I watch her pleasure herself. The place fills with the sounds of our breathing, the wet noises of her fingers moving against her slick flesh.

She slips one finger inside, and I groan. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Watching her like this and not being able to fuck her is torture. From now on, I’ll carry a condom with me at all times.

I’ll tape it to my forehead if I have to.

Her eyes lock on me as she increases her pace, pressing on her clit, rubbing it in small circles.

My hand works hard, and I increase the pressure, imagining my dick sliding in and out of her. The shiver down my spine signals a powerful orgasm approaching, and I squeeze my cock, clenching my fist around it.

Ava’s body trembles, her eyes closing, head falling back, and she cries out as waves of her second orgasm crash over her. Her movements become erratic, desperate, as she rides out her pleasure.

I can’t hold back anymore, and seeing her come in front of me sends me over the edge. I come hard, my cum shooting out, landing on her thighs. I groan and grunt until the contractions stop, and for a long moment, only the sounds of our heavy breathing fill the space.

“Damn, Ava, that was intense.” And I haven’t even fucked her yet.

She looks away.

I grasp her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you regret it?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Thank God. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We’re legally married.”

“We’re also enemies,” she whispers.

“When we’re together, we’re not. We’re just Ava and Lucas, two people who are attracted to each other. That’s all. We’re just two people, no past, no history. Okay?”

She nods.

I retrieve her panties from the floor and use them to wipe her off, then shove them into my pocket. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No, you’re not.” Her eyes sparkle at me.

I smile. “No, I’m not.”