“Fuuuuuck, Lucas.”
“Lucah,” he said as he kissed his way back up my body. “Just for tonight, could you call me Lucah?” He stared at me and I watched a storm swirl in his eyes.
“Please say it for me.”
“Lucah,” I said and before I could ask him why he wanted me to call him that, his mouth was on my mouth and he was reaching into the drawer for a condom.
Then he was inside and I would call him whatever the fuck he wanted. The sex was faster this time, but not quite the pace of when we’d been in the conference room.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he growled before another orgasm tore through me and I came calling his name. Or the name he’d asked me to call him. I don’t really remember. I could have yelled out some combination of the two for all I knew.
He held me and we locked eyes with him still inside me.
“Can I get a raise?”
Fourteen
When I said only one night, I meant it, which also meant that we had a lot of sexual ground to cover in a short time. Lucas (or Lucah) was open to anything, so we did it. Sometimes it didn’t work out and we’d end up giggling and kissing, but when the sun finally started to come up, we’d had each other in almost every way you can have a person, and my body was exhausted. I also really, really needed a shower. And coffee. And sleep.
“Are you awake?” Lucas whispered in my ear before kissing my earlobe.
“No. You’ve even fucked the sleep out of me.” I rolled toward him and smiled.
“Then my job here is done, Miss Clarke.” He stroked my arm and the sun lit up his hair like fire. He kissed my shoulder.
“Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast if you want to shower.”
“Are you a mind reader now, too?” He kissed my cheek, slapped my ass and then went to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and crawled out of bed. Huh, my legs did work. A few hours ago, didn’t think I was ever going to be able to use them again.
I stumbled to the shower and ended up using his products since they were my only option. Besides, I liked smelling like him. I cut the shower short and went back into the kitchen in a towel. He was still naked and doing something with a frying pan.
“Isn’t cooking naked a little dangerous? Flaming grease and all that?”
“I cook my bacon in the oven and I think I can handle pancakes without bodily injury. Did you enjoy your shower?” He kissed my hair and sniffed it, smiling.
“I did. And thanks for the extra toothbrush. That was very nice of you.”
“I thought I should have it. Just in case.”
“In case for me, or in case for someone else?”
“In case for you.” I kissed his shoulder and stood next to him as he flipped a stack of fluffy and golden pancakes onto a plate.
Before we ate he put on some boxers, and I put on one of his shirts and we sat on his couch to eat. He flipped the television on and handed me the remote.
“I know how women are with the remote, so I’m handing over control now.”
“Um, excuse me? How are women with the remote?”
He looked at me like I was dense.
“Women always want to control the remote. It’s easier if I just let you have it than fight over it. I gotta pick my battles.” He shoved a bite of pancakes in his mouth.
“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s bullshit because men are the ones who always want control of the remote.”
“Only because women are bad at using it.” Oh, he was baiting me and I knew it, but I didn’t care.
“Yeah, well I’m going to use this remote to bash you in the head,” I said before I changed the channel. I skipped around until I found a channel that showed old cartoons. Wile E. Coyote was busy chasing the Roadrunner and I laughed and set the remote back on the coffee table.