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Chapter Sixteen

Luke

The prospect of seeing Sera keeps my fire burning all day and well into the evening. As a man responsible for thousands of jobs, I focus on my work, do my duty as CEO and majority shareholder. But in the back of my mind, I’m with Sera, looking into her gorgeous green eyes, reliving every moment we shared together a thousand times.

I’m not sure she’s still going to be awake when I finally get home at eleven PM.

Luke: I’m finally free from work.

She replies straight away.

Sera: Good, I’ve got my laptop set up for a video call. I’ve been waiting.

I sense that something has happened, her text letting me imagine her voice terse with nerves. Entering my study, I boot up my computer, drumming my fingers impatiently against the desk… and my PC is fast. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to wait longer than a few minutes.

Sera: I added your private account on my social media account.

Luke: I can’t believe we haven’t done that yet.

Sera: Maybe you wanted to keep that separate.

Luke: Don’t be silly. I’ve been busy.

I boot up my socials and accept her friend request. My body responding just from the sight of her profile picture. Sera is standing in front of a bookshelf with goddess like energy shimmering around her.

A thought occurs to me, and I shoot her a text.

Luke: I need you to download a program quickly. It’s a secure video-call service I use with clients. I’m certain no one is watching us… but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Sera: Good idea. At least I’m your friend on socials now. My plan worked. Though, honestly, I don’t use them much or ever, if I can help it.

I smirk and send her the link to the program.

Luke: Ha ha, me neither. But we can make an exception this time. When you make an account, send me the invitation link. I’ll invite you to a call.

It doesn’t take long. She sends the link through. When I click it, my screen fills with her image. A smile spreads inevitably across my face. It’s been days, but it feels like much longer. She sits cross-legged on her bed, wearing a baggy T-shirt, her hair in a messy bun. She looks gorgeous, her nipples poking through her shirt, her eyes shining with her essence.

“It’s so good to see you,” I say.

“You too,” she murmurs. “You have no idea…” She draws in a shaky breath.

“Has something happened?” I ask.

She turns away to compose herself, letting out another trembling breath. Turning back to the camera, she says, “I wasn’t able to get into his office. I’m sorry. I’ll try again.”

Did she just lie to me? I’m inclined to challenge her on it, but simultaneously, I don’t want to upset her. I don’t think she’d lie to me, but in the back of my head, I can hear Victor’s judgmental voice telling me he warned me against this.

“That’s okay, Sera. I don’t want you to risk your job, anyway. I think you should let me handle this.”

“Are you mad?” she asks.

“Mad that you waited up so we could talk? Hell no.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, then she bites her lip. In the preview of my camera on the bottom right, I watch my eyes snap open wide. I see a man instantly and completely captivated. She lets her lip go, then says in a flirty voice, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know why,” I tell her. “Don’t act all innocent with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

She bites her again, and this time moans, causing the base of my pole to jerk. I feel more alive than I have been in days.

“You drive me crazy, Sparkplug, even with an entire country separating us.”

“Me?” she says, smoothing her hand over her luscious breast, hard nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. “Are you kidding?”

“Not even a little,” I growl. “When you do that, you make me so hard.”

“Have you ever done anything on video before?” she asks with a note of adventure in her voice, the same boldness that captivated me in Vegas.

Suddenly, it’s easy to forget about the sabotage, about TechGuard’s involvement, at least for now. Is that what she wants? Is this a trick? It’s awful that I would think like this. Then she moans again, and she consumes my thoughts.

“Are you going to leave a girl hanging?” she purrs.

“No, I’ve never done this,” I admit.

“Done what, hmm? What are we doing?”

I push my chair back, grab my shirt, and tear it over my head. “We’re doing this.”

She stares at me with that starry-eyed expression that triggers a fresh wave of obsession. “Is it my turn now?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

My manhood stiffens as she pulls her T-shirt over her head. When I finally catch a glimpse of her breasts, I go momentarily insane, reaching for the computer screen like I’m going to penetrate the screen and touch her.

“I’m so hard for you,” I groan.

She arches her back, emphasizing her large, perfect tits. “What do you want me to do?” she whispers.

“That’s funny… I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“I want to please you,” she says. “I want to…”

“Say it, Sparkplug,” I snarl.

“Drive you wild.”

“You’re already doing that. But if you’re truly curious…”

She nods, moaning, her tits swaying for me. She smooths her hand over one of her breasts, squeezing gently. Nothing could make me look away.

“Stand up and show me that sexy ass of yours… I had a dream about your plump, juicy ass last night. I miss caressing it so damn badly. I fucking love squeezing your thickness Sparkplug.”

“You like the plus-size thing, huh?” she says with an air of confidence that causes hot precome to leak from my throbbing dick.

“I like you ,” I snarl. “Just you. I’ll show you how badly I need you.”

I stand up and tear down my pants. She leans forward, gasping, her breasts shaking hypnotically again. My dick springs up, the tip glistening with precome. As she stares, I stroke, caught up in the moment, beyond absorbed at this point.

“Oh my God,” she moans. She positions her laptop where I can see her completely. When I register, she’s only wearing her underwear, my dick pulses with the need to explode.

“Bend over. Show me that ass. Reach between your legs and rub your perfect, wet pussy,” I demand. “Do what your book master commands. Now.”

She grins and moans. “Book master?” Wriggling out of her underwear, she turns her around and, like our first time together, I almost blow my load right there. “I freaking love that.”

“Good, because that’s what I am. A man straight out of one of your books. My sole purpose in life is to take pleasure from you – and give it in return. Now, rub your pussy. Pay special attention to your clit. I know how needy you get. I remember tasting the need not that long ago.”

She reaches between her legs, looking at me over her shoulder. Her lamplight catches the curve of her ass gorgeously, bouncing off her fullness. Her hand rubs busily between her legs.

I stroke my dick from root to tip, groaning loudly, egged on by her ragged breaths, the sight of her thick ass, and the enthusiasm way in which she pleasures herself.

“You’re close,” I groan.

“How can you… tell… from there?”

“Your body is shaking for me. Fuck. I’m close too. We’re going to come at the same time. Rub your pussy even faster.”

“Like… this?”

I stroke my throbbing dick, matching her pace. Both of us are moving fast. As we race toward our release, her hips shift back and forth, almost like she’s imagining grinding against my cock.

I stock my erection, the hot friction of my touch becoming her pussy. I remember vividly what it felt like to slip inside of her, to fill her tight core, the way her tunnel gripped me and massaged my length the closer she got to her release.

Come explodes out of my end. At the same time, she whimpers and juices flow down her leg.

When it’s over, she turns to me. Her eyes flit to the corner of the screen and she frowns.

“Don’t you dare do that,” I growl.

“What?”

“What did I tell you about acting innocent? Don’t look at yourself and think about anything but the truth. You’re gorgeous and the sexiest woman alive. That doesn’t change if I’m horny or not… and for the record, even after exploding, I’m still horny for you.”

She smiles while tapping the side of her head. “Seriously, you and your mind-reading chip need to chill…”

I grin. “I’ll get cleaned up, then we can talk for a while. I don’t want you thinking I only want you for one thing.”

I step into the en-suite to wipe myself down and pull on some fresh underwear. But when I return, my screen is blank. I’ve got a text from Sera.

Sera: I’m sorry to ditch you like that. I’m super tired and need to get some sleep. I know I took the coward’s way out by not telling you to your face. But that was freaking great, worth waiting up for.

I frown, attempting to believe her, trying not to let Victor’s voice invade my mind. If Victor knew about this, he’d say there’s a chance she called me so she could record what we just did.

If she did that, I’d be screwed. But when I told him I trusted her, I was telling the truth.

Sera: Are you mad?

I imagine her looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. That expression on her face that makes me feel like I know her, like I’ve been waiting for her on some level I don’t even understand.

Luke: No. I should get some sleep too.

I put my phone on the bedside table and lie on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I try not to let suspicions twist through me and corrupt what we have. But Victor’s voice is there, my mentor, the man who’s given me so much guidance over the years.

“How can you trust someone you barely know…”

I don’t want to think like that, don’t want to doubt her.

But if she wasn’t my obsession, I’ve got to admit. I’d find what happened suspicious.