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"She wasn't supposed to be there." He steps closer again.
"What does that even mean?" I take a step back and bump into his car. We've danced around and switched positions. He pulls his hands from his pockets and places them on the roof of the low-slung car on either side of me, pinning me in place. I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eye.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Sophie." His eyes search my face. "This morning was… wrong. It's all wrong. You're too young for me. You're sweet and unspoiled." He swipes another errant hair off my cheek and tucks the hair behind my ear. "I should leave you the hell alone, let you find someone more suitable, but I feel selfish about you.” He places his hand back on the roof and leans in. "What do you want, Sophie?" he breathes into my ear.
I shiver and it's not from the cold. He smells so good and he looks even better. The cars pass us on Spruce Street while I think, the front doors of Jacobsen slamming open and closed.
"Sophie, I'm not talking to myself. I asked you a question and I expect a response. What do you want?"
"You." I look at him, finally. "I want you."
Chapter 16
Luke has me in the passenger seat of his car the second I agree I want him, and at his condo about fifteen minutes after that. We don't speak the entire car ride, but I know where we're going and why.
He doesn't touch me in the elevator. It's empty, but he never lays a finger on me. Instead, we talk.
"Are you sore?”
I've been staring politely at my toes, leaning against the opposite elevator wall. I raise my eyes to his. "Um, yes.”
"How sore?" He smirks now, running his eyes up and down my body.
I look away. "A little sore." I meet his eyes again. "But much better than the last two days," I say, in case he's thinking we can't have sex right now.
He nods. "Better than the next two days will be as well."
Okay, no worries, then. I smile at him and clear my throat.
"What time is your afternoon class?"
"Two o'clock."
He checks his watch. "I'd like to see your sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock. Should we start with that today?"
"I've sucked cock before, Luke. I'm not that innocent." Does he think I know nothing?
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Sophie," he says sharply.
"What?" Now I'm confused.
He crosses the elevator and places his forearm on the wall over my head. He's standing so close that I have to look up at him. I'm cornered but he's still not touching me. "A word to the wise, Miss Tisdale. I have no interest in hearing about any cocks you've sucked prior to mine. It would behoove you to never mention it again."
"Maybe I'm good at it," I suggest, looking him in the eye. "Maybe you'll be happy with my experience?"
He slams his forearm against the elevator wall over my head before stepping back. He glances at the elevator panel and then back to me. "Do you want me to strip those tiny jeans off your body? Bend you over my knee? You want my palm slapping against your ass till it turns bright pink? Until my fingers slip between your thighs to test how wet you are? Is that what you're after?"
"I, uh," I stammer. "I don't know. Maybe?" I'm getting wet hearing him describe it so I'd probably like it.
The elevator doors open on floor thirty-three and Luke stands with his arm on the door waiting for me to exit. I do so and he lands a playful smack on my ass as I pass him.
"Hey!" I object.
He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I grin and walk backwards into the apartment, protecting my behind.
"Bedroom."
"You're not going to make me a sandwich first this time?"
"Now." He's loosening his tie and walking towards me.
I walk backwards as I remove my jacket. "Should I hang this up?" I smile and nod towards the front hall closet we're passing. He removes the jacket from my hand and tosses it on the floor.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing before I turn and head for the bedroom, pulling the shirt I wore to work off over my head as I walk. My bra hits the floor as I pass the doorway into the bedroom. My hands reach for the button on my jeans before Luke stops me. He sits on the edge of the bed and beckons me over.
He circles my waist with his hands before pulling a nipple into his mouth. Oh, God, he feels so good. I wrap my hands around his head, running my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
"I decided I did want to take these off myself." His fingers move to the button on my jeans. His hands seem enormous working the button free, but he does it with ease before sliding the zipper down. It's hot watching him undress me. He moves his hands to my sides and wiggles the denim over my hips before the jeans drop to the floor.
"Bend over." He pats his knee.
Okay, we're really doing this? I look at his face. He's serious. I bend over his knee, the position perfect for my clit to rub against his leg. This is nice. I grin with my head upside down, my hands resting on the floor.
"These are cute." He's rubbing his hand over my underwear. I'm wearing a pair of plain black cotton panties. "Not as cute as your ass though." He slaps me hard before pulling the panties down to mid-thigh.
Not gonna lie, that felt nice. He smooths his hand over my ass in circular strokes. "Don't antagonize me, Sophie." His hand comes down against my skin in a crack. I jump a little, but I enjoy it.
"Okay," I sigh. "I'll try not to." I grin at him over my shoulder. "But this is kinda nice, so maybe I'll antagonize just a little?"
Luke groans and slaps my behind hard three times. That stings. He goes back to smoothing his palm in circles, taking away the burn.
"You’re a little handful, aren't you, Sophie?" he asks as he delivers another smack.
"I'm really not," I disagree. "I'm a very good girl, normally." I shift on his lap, grinding my clit against his thigh.
He spanks me again and again before sliding his fingers into me from behind. "You enjoyed that too much." He's dragging his fingers in and out as he speaks.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, still hanging upside down.
He laughs and smacks my ass again. "Get up."
I stand and finish removing my undies—they've been mid-thigh this entire time. He's watching me and unbuttoning his pants, his meaning clear. His loosened tie still hanging from his neck catches my attention. I reach forward and slip it over his head. "Can I tie you?" I'm really excited about this idea.
He looks at me skeptically as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. He stands and drops his pants and I swear saliva pools in my mouth looking at him. "Sure." He shrugs. "What'd you have in mind?"
I grin and indicate he should lie on the bed and then tie his hands to the headboard. "You know," I drawl, "I've never done this before." I bat my eyelashes at him from between his legs. "I think it will help my confidence with you restrained." He laughs, playing along.
I sit back on my heels between his thighs and place a fingertip coyly on my lip. I grasp him with the other hand, sliding my hand up and down the length of him. "You want me to put this in my mouth?" I'm all wide-eyed innocence.
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