“Open for me, O.”
I spread my still trembling limbs, and he pushes inside, filling, and stretching me deliciously.
“Give me your leg, love.” He puts my left leg over his shoulder and my right around his waist as he grips my hips. Balancing on the edge, I let him set the pace as he drives deep.
“You feel so good, wrapped around me.”
He’s filling more than my body as he works me over. My heart is brimming with emotions so powerful I can’t deny him. I gasp as they crash down on me.
“You’re mine now, Olive. This is my pussy.”
His. His words and the quick strokes, send me tumbling over the edge into bliss and love.
Waking is like moving through thick molasses.
“That blasted phone of yours has been ringing off the hook for the past ten minutes. I wanted to let you sleep, but I’m worried it might be important,” Luk says.
I moan as I open my eyes and the sunlight hits me hard. “I have a sex hangover.”
“Best kind to have,” he purrs as I roll over to face him.
“Insatiable beast.” I roll over to face him, and study his face. I smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, love.”
I yawn, stretch my arms over my head and roll over to grab my cell phone.
“Hello?”
Luk pulls me back against him.
“O, I need to tell you something.”
The somber tone of Petunia’s voice makes my blood run cold.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can you get to a computer?”
“Yes.” I sit up, and Luk follows suit.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I need a computer,” I say. “What am I looking for, Petunia?”
“Look at the local paper in art and entertainment.” I relay the information to Luk who slips from the bed and grabs his laptop.
“What’s going on, Petunia?”
“Just…look.”
The computer boots up, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to get to the website. The picture of Rachel and Joseph isn’t unusual, but the photo of Luk and kissing is.
Luka Davenport and local business owner, Olive Bateman, more than friends?
My jaw drops. The article is decent publicity, but the speculation on why I was hired and the hint that I was noticed on my back made me see red.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask.