“I can warm it up,” he said as we tore at each other’s clothes. He wore his tongue ring all the time now— a silver one for weekends and a clear one for the office. It drove me wild when I kissed him and when he went down on me. I’d floated the idea that he could get something else pierced and I was half-hoping he’d do it as a wedding present. A very strange wedding present, but still. It would be super sexy with orgasms on top.
Once he got me naked, he started talking.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” he said as I straddled him and hovered with just the tip of his cock almost inside me. I rubbed it against my clit, which was good for both of us, since I had a piercing as well down there.
“I want you,” I said. Or it was something like that. I couldn’t take it anymore and sunk down on him. He filled me up and I thought I was going to climax right then. I looked down at him as he grabbed onto my hips. His blue eyes were wide, as if he was in awe. Of me. Of us together.
It never ceased to amaze me that even after being together hundreds of times, hundreds of ways, it could still be like this. Our chemistry seemed to only burn hotter the longer we were together.
I started riding him and we both made garbled noises of pleasure. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but it wasn’t nearly long enough.
“Lucah,” I panted as I clenched around him and arched with my orgasm. It shot up my spine and burst through my limbs. That set him off and he was saying my name just at the finish of my climax. I braced myself with one hand on his chest.
“So, how was Ryder?” He arched one ginger eyebrow.
“I’d rather not talk about my brother while my dick is inside you, thank you very much.” I snorted.
“Guess you’re right.” He reached up and pinched my nipples. I yelped and he seized his moment to flip us so he was on top, but we were still joined.
“I can’t wait to marry the shit out of you,” he said, smiling so sweetly it made my heart ache.
“Such a romantic,” I said, reaching up and brushing one finger into his chin dimple. That one feature was my undoing the first time we’d met. I told myself I could resist him, if not for that. But Lucah Blythe was designed to be irresistible, at least to me.
“I am. Don’t you forget it.” He leaned forward and bit the tip of my nose before he pulled out. Pulling me up, he carried me to the shower.
“Let’s get you clean, future wife.”
I loved it when he called me that.
Two
I never thought things at work would calm down, but somehow they did. On top of the scandal with the embezzlement, one of my father’s oldest friends, Hal Marksman, and a few of his cronies on the Board of Directors had tried to get my dad ousted. But they underestimated the shareholders’ loyalty to Walter Clarke. Unbeknownst to Hal, my dad gathered a list of all of the stockholders, customers and even some Board members that would not support him being taken down as President of the company. It had worked and Hal had left, but Dad had also lost one of his closest friends.
Fortunately, Dad had been distracted with a new product launch and then the work we were now doing on developing apps, which Lucah had spearheaded. A new branch of the company had opened due to the popularity of the apps and we were getting a ton of new clients.
It was mostly good, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was always going to go wrong.
“Good morning, Miss Clarke,” Lilia, my assistant, said as I walked in on Monday. She had a cup of coffee and a strawberry frosted donut waiting for me. Bless her.
“You’re so good,” I said, grabbing at the food as if it had been weeks since I’d seen anything like it. Lucah and I had slept in a little too late, so there hadn’t been time for him to make even toast as we were running out the door. Lilia always seemed to anticipate my needs. Or maybe she just brought this every day and ate it in secret if I didn’t. Either way, as long as I got fed and wasn’t hangry for the rest of the morning, I was happy.
“As good as your last assistant?” she asked, winking at me. She knew all the torrid details of my affair with Lucah when he’d been my sexcretary. There was something about Lilia that made me confide in her and we usually had lunch once a week where she listened to me bitch about anything and everything and then offered sage advice. I got way more out of this deal than she did, but she always told me that she enjoyed it.
“You’re good in different areas,” I said, which still sounded sexual. I cringed as the phone rang and Lilia answered it. She talked to whoever it was and then covered the mouthpiece.
“It’s Violet. She’s done with the new marketing plan, so she’s ready to pitch whenever.”
“Okay, sure, go ahead and transfer her over.” I walked into my office, set my breakfast down and picked up the phone when Lilia transferred the call.
“Good morning,” Violet said.
“Hey, how’s it going?” We had a rather informal relationship, due to the fact that she and Lucah had grown up together. Things had been a little awkward at first and I’d been convinced she was somehow trying to steal him away, but then we’d gotten everything out in the open and had become friends. Somehow. It didn’t really make sense, but I just sort of went with it.
“Great. I just wanted to get your input on the new marketing plan. You know, since you seem to have an in with the president.” We both laughed. Ah, nepotism. What a wonderful thing when it worked in your favor. Not that I’d just been handed my position. I’d worked my ass off (not literally, it was definitely still there) to get where I was.
“Sure thing. Send it on over and I’ll make sure I look over it today.” One of the reasons I’d wanted to hire Violet instead of someone older for the head of Marketing was that she was more in touch with new marketing techniques like social media and so forth than some of the other people who had interviewed.
“Thanks a bunch,” she said before we hung up. I got down to business and started with emails. Emails, emails, emails. They were never ending. But that’s what you got when you worked at a tech company. Or any company really. Or were a human being.