Wrong
Page 36

 Jana Aston

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Dammit, no. "We could order pizza?" I suggest.
"No, we should go out."
Er. "How about Serafina?" We won't even need coats and we could be back in an hour if there's no wait.
"Hmm." Luke strokes my back, winding his fingers in my hair. "I was thinking Lombardi's. It's your favorite."
"That's forty-five minutes away!" I blurt out.
Luke steps back and frowns. "You've been cooped up inside all day, I thought you'd enjoy a drive and dinner out."
I am a horrible slut. All I can think about is what's in that bag and what Luke might do to me with it. I steal one last look at the bag and place a smile on my face. "You're right, that sounds nice."
Luke pauses, silently staring at me before one side of his mouth gives him away. "You don't want to go anywhere, you shameless hussy. You're practically gagging for me to pick up my little black bag and drag you by the hair into the bedroom."
I swallow. That's all true.
"Go to my office," he says instead.
Turns out his desk is a nice height for an impromptu exam table.
Chapter 25
"I feel like I'm inside a snow globe!" I've got a blanket wrapped around me with my nose an inch from the terrace doors in Luke's bedroom. It's early, the sun still rising. Behind me Luke is still lying in bed, propped up on pillows, watching me.
Below me Philadelphia is covered in a blanket of snow with more falling. "It's beautiful." I turn and flash Luke a grin. "I love this view during the snow."
"I love you."
Did I hear that correctly? I take a moment and then turn my attention away from the snow swirling outside to focus on Luke. The comforter is resting at his waist, his chest bare.
"Come back to bed." He holds out a hand, beckoning me to him. I walk slowly back to bed but stop short of climbing back in. Did it just slip out? Did he mean to say it? Did he actually say it or did I mistake him? Crap. Now I’m just standing here and it’s awkward. Should I tell him I couldn’t hear him? No. It’s too late for that. Now I’m nervous. I fidget and peek at him under my lashes.
He smirks. "You want me to say it again?"
"Yeah."
"Get your ass back in bed."
I sigh and roll my eyes as he laughs.
"I love you, Sophie," he repeats and I grin. "Now get your ass back in bed so I can show you how much."
"I want waffles," I say when I've regained the ability to speak. "I love waffles." I turn my head and grin at Luke.
"What else do you love?"
"Syrup."
"And?"
"Whipped cream."
"You can suck whipped cream off my cock if you want."
"I love sucking your cock."
"You'd love my cock in your ass even more."
"Maybe later." I wink.
He rolls on top of me then and pins my hands above my head while biting my neck. "Tease."
I buck underneath him, trying to get some friction on my clit, but he holds himself out of reach. "You're the tease, Doctor."
"You want it right now?" He moves both of my hands into one of his and uses his free hand to tease me. He slides a finger into me, coating it with my fluids and the come he just left in me, then slides it back into my ass.
I grunt or moan or whimper, I'm not sure what's coming out of my mouth. He's done this before with his finger and I like it. It's so wrong, forbidden, dirty. The sensations are different yet similar.
"Tell me you want it, Sophie."
"No." I shake my head, but I grind myself against his hand, encouraging him. He slides his finger out and adds a second as he slides back in.
"Mmm." I suck in my bottom lip and breathe out. Then Luke places his thumb on my clit and starts working me into a frenzy as he spreads his fingers inside of my ass, stretching me.
"You like it, baby?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you want my cock in your ass."
"No. Make me come."
"Such a demanding little hussy."
"Please, Luke!" I'm near inconsolable with need right now. I just came ten minutes ago but I am on edge again, I need the release.
Luke slides down my body and replaces his thumb with his mouth and sucks my clit between his teeth and bites gently. I come so hard I think I black out for a second. He pulls me to him and strokes the back of my head, then carries me from the bed to the walk-in shower where he proceeds to lather me in suds from head to toe. But it doesn't feel sexual. It just feels like being cared for.
I lean back, relaxing into Luke's chest with the water streaming over us. He washes my hair and then pulls my right arm up and bends it, placing my hand on the back of his neck. I massage his neck with my fingers as he lathers my breast with more suds. I sigh in contentment. I could stay in this shower all day if I didn't want waffles so badly.
Wait a minute. "Are you giving me a breast exam right now?" I ask.
Luke removes my right hand from his neck and replaces it with my left. "Yes."
I drop my arm. "Luke, that is so weird."
He picks my hand up and puts it back on his neck. "Are you checking yourself every month?" He kisses my earlobe.
"No," I admit. I'm twenty-one, I want to add sulkily. My boobs are perfect.
"I don't want anything to happen to your perfect tits," he says as he continues. "They're mine."
Well, that was a pretty caveman thing to say. Yet I want to bend over and tell him to fuck me however he wants, so I guess it was effective. I turn around instead, interrupting his exam, and wrap my arms around his neck so I can pull him close enough to kiss. Then I push him away and step out of the shower.
"Hey," he protests.
"Waffles!" I call out as I dry off.
* * *
"We need to go shopping this weekend," Luke announces as he enters the kitchen a few minutes later.
"How domestic," I reply. "And here I thought Mrs. Gieger did all your shopping. You don't like to put lube on her grocery lists?"
He smacks my behind and then cages me in by placing both hands on the counter around me. "I have plenty of lube, you impertinent slut, just say the word." He kisses my neck then pushes off the counter. "You need a dress."