“You’re the boss.” He pulled a condom from the band of his boxers and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You are always prepared, Mr. Blaine.” Then I realized that wasn’t his name, and then I realized it didn’t matter as he slid inside me and I put my legs around him and we joined together.
His name didn’t matter. His past didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except that we were perfect together.
We were anything but slow and we both finished quickly as we threw everything into each other, into this moment.
“I missed you, Lucah Blythe,” I said as my back arched and I came.
“I missed you, Aurora Clarke,” he said moments later.
We both rolled onto our sides and I kept him inside me.
“We suck at slow,” he said, stroking my back.
“That probably means we should try again.”
He grinned and shifted his hips and I knew it would only be a few minutes/short time before he could go again.
“You called me Lucah Blythe.”
“It’s your name, silly.”
“Yes, it is.”
“To mangle Shakespeare, a Lucah by any other name would be as sexy,” I said and he rolled his eyes at me.
“That poor man is rolling over in his grave right now.” I shrugged one shoulder. Right now I didn’t give a fuck about Shakespeare.
~*~*~
“Oh, shit I hope Sloane isn’t wondering where I am,” I said when the sun came up the next morning. We’d stayed up all night talking, laughing and fucking. I called him by his real name over and over and he beamed every single time.
“You might want to text her,” he said, but I realized I didn’t have my phone. I’d tossed it on my bedroom floor in my hurry to see Lucah.
“Use mine,” he said when he realized I didn’t have mine. I texted Sloane that it was me using Lucah’s phone and that we were busy making up. She just texted back a bunch of really suggestive emoticons. I deleted the text before giving the phone back to Lucah.
We’d made up, we were on the same page about wanting to be together, but now the question was how the hell that was going to work.
“So are you done with what you needed to do now?” We’d avoided this topic for the most part. I also hadn’t asked him if my Dad knew. I just couldn’t go there yet.
“Yes, I am. So that means I’m supposed to sever all ties, get rid of my cell phone and disappear without a trace.” My heart jumped into my throat for a second.
“But that’s not what you’re going to do. Is it?”
He looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
“Did I not just spend the entire night telling you that I was never leaving you again? You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. You’re stuck with me.” He was still inside me, so technically this was true at the moment.
“But what about your job? Your corporate spy job?” I liked thinking of it that way.
“I’m not a corporate spy. I’m a freelance corporate investigator,” he said and finally pulled out.
“But what about it? How . . . how is that going to work?”
“Well, it’ll work because I’m going to quit. I’ve been tired of doing it for a while, but the money was too good and I didn’t have a reason to stop. Now I do. You.” He tweaked my nose and I willed myself to believe it was true.
“Really?”