She moaned as I withdrew from her pussy, turning her around and lifting her onto the table. She leaned back on her hands as I sat her ass on the edge, lifting her legs and wasting no time before I sunk back inside her.
“Yes, baby. Perfect… that’s fucking perfect.” I was in sensory overload as she faced me now, those brown eyes bright under those heavy lids and her mouth hanging open, hot breaths coating my lips.
I didn’t want this moment to end.
I kept my eyes pinned to Lia’s as I pumped inside her, my forearms under her legs and my fingers digging into her thighs. The features of her face were so perfect, so delicate. They shamelessly twitched and twisted as I fucked her deeper, showing me every emotion, every hint of pleasure I brought out of her. There was no little movement that didn’t fascinate me. She fucking was beautiful. I’d thought it a thousand times already but in this moment, I’d never felt it more.
“Lukas,” she exhaled between the soft kisses I pressed to her lips. My forehead against hers, I drank her in. I saw the tiny flecks of gold in her eyes for the first time. I felt her squeezing tight around me and I heard the change in her breath as she drew closer. I could feel, see and hear everything about her and I didn’t want it to stop. So I slowed my stroke and absorbed her blows when she begged for me to go faster. I felt the workout in my abs, my pelvis as I gave short, measured strokes inside her. I wanted to ride this out for as long as I could.
But when she came, I couldn’t hold out any longer.
Our frenzied hands reached for each other as brutal climax shook us both at once, our bodies slippery, sticky, my breath on her breath and her nails on my skin. With a joint urgency, we cupped each other’s cheeks, foreheads leaning against each other as we milked every last second out of the unbelievable pleasure. Our lids were heavy but our eyes were bright, on fire as we gazed at each other, in awe of each other.
Her tongue danced against mine as I lifted and carried her to bed, laying her down. We floated in a blissful haze for the next ten, twenty minutes. It felt like I was in paradise. My own happy place. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Lia put her hand on my chest and said three words to melt me to nothing.
“Please don’t leave.”
I turned to her with a smile. “Don’t you have work to do? I thought no mixing business with pleasure was your one big rule.”
“It is and it will always be. Which is why I’m taking the day off today, as long as you take it off with me.”
“Oh, I’ll take it all off with you.”
“I set you up for that one,” she smirked. “So what’s the verdict? Do you want to play hooky with me today?”
Obviously I did but I took my time to answer because she looked so cute laying next to me, her wild hair spilling over her pillow and her eyes sparkling as she waited for my response. I wasn’t sure if she realized her fingers were idly tracing pictures on my chest, the same shape over and over.
Just as her hopeful expression faltered, I gave my answer.
“I’ll play hooky with you,” I grinned, laughing as she gave a little cheer and pulled me on top of her, wrapping her legs around my waist as she kissed me. Kissing her back, I cursed myself.
I was doing it again. Diving in headfirst. I didn’t know what we were or what we were doing, and I was sure it was a bad idea.
But I didn’t know when I was going to meet another Lia.
And everything felt too damned good to stop.
19
LIA
I spent the next morning in Lukas’s apartment while he got ready for work. On his couch, I sipped the cappuccino he made me, content to just watch him knot his tie. I liked the rare moments that his eyes weren’t on me. It gave me the freedom to just look at him, to study him in his suit. Naked, the man looked like a damned Viking but in a shirt and tie, he looked like a gentleman. I couldn’t understand how any straight woman or gay man at his office got anything done when he walked around looking like that. Everything about him screamed sex and authority, down to the frown in his brow. I kept catching them – faint pinches between his eyebrows every couple of minutes, as he thought about work or the day ahead.
Or something else, but I wouldn’t know.
Unless he was thinking about me, I never came close to knowing what was going on in Lukas’s mind. And while it drove me kind of crazy, I convinced myself to let it go. In the back of my head, beyond the fun we were having, I knew we had an expiration date. It wasn’t a fact that overjoyed me or made me in any way happy, actually, but I reminded myself it was for the best. With Lukas, the universe was giving me balance for once. I had both work and play now. With our little whirlwind romance, I was getting a taste of dating again, my bar was being set nice and high, but I wasn’t getting locked into another relationship. I still had time for me.
Fun and temporary.
That had been the goal for this from the start, so getting invested in whatever was troubling Lukas was probably not in my best interest. I wanted desperately to know more, but I imagined that he didn’t tell just anyone about himself. He reserved those details for people he trusted and cared about.
And as real as things felt between us sometimes, I clearly wasn’t one of those people.
“So what’s your day look like?” Lukas asked as he made himself an Americano.
“It’s a big one,” I smiled, repositioning myself on the couch. Thanks to Elaine, I had a meeting with my first potential distributor at noon. Just thinking about it got me excited.
“You gonna tell me or is it against the rules to even brief me on what’s going on with your business?”