“Well, I think our lack of luggage is going to send up a red flag.”
“Or, maybe, we could come back tonight. Have dinner and coffee afterward.” Ooohhh, I hadn’t thought of that. Plus, we could order breakfast in the morning and someone else would wash the dishes. Why hadn’t we thought of this before?
“What a brilliant idea, Mr. Blythe.”
“I have my moments, Miss Clarke. Shall we?” He held his arm out and I took it as we walked to the elevator and rode it all the way up.
“The penthouse?” I’d never stayed in a penthouse before. When I went on business trips I always picked the cheapest room because the company was paying for it, and I didn’t think they should have to foot the bill for something I didn’t really need.
“I’ve never stayed in one, and now hopefully they’ll think you’re a classy call girl. You know, like Julia Roberts.” Yes, I had forced him to watch Pretty Woman during one of our movie marathons. I kind of felt like her at the moment. Without the hooker part, obviously.
The room was gorgeous. Even better than I thought it would be. I had the sudden urge to run and throw myself on the bed and jump up and down on it like a little kid. But then Lucah came up behind me and pressed my ass against the hardness in his pants and I forgot all about jumping on the bed.
He swayed my hips back and forth, rubbing against me.
“We could always pretend you were a call girl and I was a rich businessman who hired you purely for his own pleasure. Or I could be your call boy and you could be the rich businesswoman,” he said in my ear.
“Are there call boys? That just sounds wrong.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
I turned around to face him, putting my arms around his neck.
“You. I just want you to be you.”
“I could be me. As long as you get to be you.” He rolled his hips again, and my hands moved down to undo his tie. I made quick work of it, getting it loosened and over his head.
I’d thought we would take this slow, since we had a whole hour, but maybe there was something in the air in the penthouse, because I decided to skip the shirt and just go for the pants. Lucah seemed to have the same idea as he went for my skirt, panties and nylons all at once, so I was naked from the waist down. I shoved his pants over his hips and then he was backing me up against the bed and thrusting inside me with one smooth motion. And then he somehow flipped onto his back so I was on top.
I slid up and down on his length and watched his face as he watched me. I reached back and undid my hair so it fell all around me and I felt myself getting close already. I shifted just a bit so he was stroking me where I needed it most, hitting my piercing just right.
“Oh, fuck Lucah.”
“I know, I know. Oh, shit.” And we both came at the exact same time, which had only happened only once before. I leaned down and kissed him while he was still inside me.
“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else right now,” I said.
“Agreed, Miss Clarke.”
We had coffee once more with him on top, sans clothes, before getting dressed.
“How’s my hair?” I said as Lucah held my shoe while I slid my foot in. I was fucking Cinderella.
“Perfectly fucked, but we can fix that.” He always knew how to fix my hair after sex. He fixed my hair while I got to work on my makeup and then slicked on some deodorant and perfume. I wished I’d had time for a shower, but you can’t always get what you want.
Lucah put the finishing touches on my hair and I turned to adjust his tie so it was even.
“Look at us. Afternoon delight and we still have time to get back to the office.” Lucah held his fist up and I bumped it with mine.
And then he grabbed my ass and used it to pull me toward him for a kiss. Because he was Lucah, and he was mine.
Nine
I wanted to make lunchtime sex a regular thing, because the aftermath carried over to my work and I felt fantastic about everything.
Until I ran into Violet. Again.
I needed coffee since I hadn’t actually eaten anything during my lunch and my stomach was growling. I was just waiting for my cup to brew when someone cleared her throat behind me.