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Chapter Ten

Luke

My cock is a solid length of desire, my entire body aching as I gaze at my woman's plump ass and glistening sex. Her petals shimmer with wetness, her juices making me want to bury my face against her, lick, indulge, possess.

Instead, I bring the vibrator to her core. She rests her hands on the door of the helicopter, gasping when I press the thrumming end against her sensitive nub. She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyebrows arching.

I hold her gaze, massaging her sex.

"Like in the book," I growl. "I can see how close you are. It's understandable that maintaining control is difficult for you. I can see how desperately you want to let go... Just like in the book. But you're not going to. Not until you feel my dick spreading your perfect lips."

I move the vibrator up and down slowly. Outside the window, the Grand Canyon stretches before us. The distant figures of people move like ants on the opposite edge, adding an illicit thrill to everything.

When she shivers, her round, beautiful ass quivers for me.

"Fu-fuck," she says, moving her hips frantically.

I can't help myself. I reach out, grab her luscious ass, massage her curves as I continue lavishing attention on her with the toy. Her stockings drive me wild, the fabric clinging to her skin, accentuating how gorgeously voluptuous she is.

Her eyes close tight, and I recall the book, the quotes I read from online discussion boards. When I move the vibrator away and say, "No, not yet," I realize the research was worthwhile.

She bites her lip in that classic Sera way. "Luke..."

"You know what you need," I snarl.

Switching off the vibrator, I unbutton my pants. She turns, giving me a view of her full breasts, the bra wedged beneath them, pushing them up and emphasizing her curves.

"Did you read the whole scene?" she asks, panting.

I shake my head. "I found a forum discussion of it."

"Did you know that she... helps him?"

My hands tremble as I push my pants down. My cock springs free, thicker and harder than I've ever been, engorged with desire.

"Helps him," I repeat.

"After he almost makes her come, she takes him... in her mouth."

"Are you pausing on purpose to drive me even crazier?" I groan. "Because it's working."

She laughs. "Maybe I'm shy."

"Shy, Sparkplug? You?"

She slowly kneels and wraps her hand around my cock. I gasp, a trembling breath escaping as I stare down at her. She brings her mouth to the head, kissing my tip, then sliding her lips down around it.

I groan as she bobs her head, looking up at me. As she pleasures me, she takes control. I couldn't stop this if I wanted to, even if the helicopter suddenly took off.

"You've got my cock good and wet," I groan. "Now I need your pussy. I need to slide in—slide deep—until you're soaked and ready to shatter. You ready for me?"

She pulls back, licks her lips, and nods. I can see the nerves in my Sparkplug, but she's fighting to overcome them, refusing to surrender to doubt.

"Remember," I growl, grabbing her shoulders, lifting her up, and turning her around. I bite down on her neck just like the hero did in the book, then whisper against her ear, "You belong to me. Your body. Your soul. And most of all..."

Reaching down, I grip the base of my cock and guide myself to her entrance. I keep one arm wrapped around her just like in the book, holding her against me, letting her feel my heart pounding against her back.

Her moan is heavenly as I slip into her warmth. My precome, her saliva, and the slickness of her core create a smooth entrance, my length gliding all the way in, my tip pushing deep. We remain still as I angle myself to penetrate her completely.

"Now," I say fiercely. "And only now you can come for me."

"Oh, Luke," she whimpers. "Fuck, Luke, Luke ..."

She slides away from me. For an insane second, I think I'm going to explode, that I'm going to be a one-stroke joke. I've never felt anything like this, the pure passion combined with white-hot pleasure, every inch of my manhood enveloped in her warmth.

I push back into her, savoring her pleasure, knowing there's no damn way I'm going to finish until I've felt her pulsing around my dick. She arches her hips, grinding in time with me. The whole time, I keep my arm wrapped around her, stubbornly maintaining our closeness.

We glide into a rhythm, our bodies moving as one. Her pussy envelops me tightly, caressing with each stroke. Her breasts keep my hands occupied as I massage them hungrily. I become addicted to the silky smoothness of her neck beneath my lips. But somehow, her moans remain the sweetest part—those delicious sounds of release.

"Come," I command, just like the silver-haired hero from her novel. "Come, come, come . Now."

When I say now , her moans transform, becoming more urgent. She rocks against me with greater intensity, then her inner walls squeeze my shaft rhythmically, as if inviting me to share in her pleasure.

I feel the orgasm rippling through her as she surrenders, her body calling out to mine. I thrust harder, growling when her pussy makes those delicious wet sounds. Once her climax subsides, I withdraw, stroking myself as I step back.

"Don't forget how this ends," I snarl. "On your knees – push your tits together. You're my heroine, Sparkplug."

She turns quickly, breathless as she follows my command—the same thing her hero demanded in her book. I groan, my spine tingling as my orgasm rushes toward me. I stroke myself rapidly, aiming at the valley between her breasts. Fuck, this is her fantasy, but now damn if she doesn’t look beautiful on her knees for me. Soon I can’t hold off anymore as a rush of ecstasy flow through me. She gasps as hot streams of come erupt from me, landing on her chest, white droplets sliding down her beautiful skin.

Our eyes meet and we both smile. She stands, breathing hard as she looks around. "In the book, the scene ended there. They didn't cover the heroine cleaning herself up."

She laughs, sounding intoxicated. I know the feeling. We're high on each other.

"That's a fair point," I say, chuckling. "Good thing I knew this might get messy…"

Reaching under the seat, I produce a bag with towels and cleaning wipes. She laughs, nudging me playfully. "See? This is how you know we're certified nerds. We come prepared."

I grin. After cleaning up and getting dressed, we head back outside. I loop my arm around her waist as I guide her to the table. I pour champagne for both of us, then raise a toast.

"To turning your scene into a reality."

"But you didn't," she says.

"It wasn't the same?" I ask.

"Like so many other readers, I've been obsessed with that scene… But when you touched me, and when I felt you, oh Luke, it was so much better than I ever imagined it could be."

"You had me worried for a second there, Sparkplug."

"Worried? Are you kidding? That was heaven. That makes the wait worth it."

"It's been so long for me. I thought I was going to be a one-stroke joke for a second there."

She giggles. "A what ?"

"You heard me. When I slid inside you, I thought I was going to explode. I've never felt anything like that."

"What you're saying is… even if it wasn't the first time for either of us, it sort of was?"

"Yes," I say fiercely. "That was the best experience I've ever had. By far. Focusing on work for the rest of the day – and night – is going to be impossible now."

"But you've got the speech tomorrow," she says.

I nod. "We should get going soon." I take her hand. "But I want to stay here a while longer, just me and you and the canyon below us. I want to imagine what it'd be like if we could always be together."

She swallows. "Luke…"

"I know." I sigh. "Long distance is asking for trouble, for pain, for drama… But the more time I spend with you, the more certain I become that long distance with you would be better than proximity with anybody else."

"That's sweet," she says softly. "But I've seen it. One of my coworkers was in a long-distance relationship."

"What's the alternative?" I grumble. "Go home – pretend this never happened? Pretend we never met? Forget about this, about us?"

For the first time, she looks slightly concerned by my possessiveness. She leans away slightly, as if signaling me to ease up.

"We could simply enjoy this beautiful view… and cross that bridge when we come to it," she murmurs.

I squeeze her hand, looking down at her. "You're right. I should enjoy the view."

She smiles, facing the canyon but glancing at me from the corner of her eye. "You know I wasn't talking about me, right?"

Later, I'm sitting in the conference room with Steve, Andy, and the rest of my team. Sera's boss wanted her to circulate the show with him, talk to some tech heads, which means she's not here. Is that for the best?

Steve leans forward. "We're going to have to pull the plug."

He looks even more serious than usual, which is saying a lot.

"We can't launch a faulty product," I agree. "This is painful, because we all know that we dominate the competition. We don't just have market capture. We've got market domination. But you're right; we can't do this, can't deceive people. But I'm not canceling the speech."

Steve narrows his eyes. "What, then?"

"I'll tell the public the truth. If we want to stand apart from the crowd, which we've always done, we need to be honest. We need to…"

I pause, looking out the window at the man peering in. He's short, with shaggy black hair almost covering his eyes. When he sees me looking, he turns and takes off.

"Luke," Steve and Andy yell as I leap to my feet.