I slowly woke up feeling warm and cuddly. The heavy arm sitting across my body had me pinned in place, and the masculine scent had my libido churning before I’d opened my eyes. Last night was definitely off the charts and different from the brief sexual encounters I’d experienced at the parties. My body was sore in the most delicious way. As I began to shrug out of Luc’s arms, his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned up in a lazy smile.
“Hi,” he said with a rough morning voice. That darn accent of his was so sexy; I’m turned on by his voice alone.
“Hey,” I responded feeling unsure about morning after lingo. What happened next? Did I continue to spoon with him? Did I make us breakfast? The thought of falling into some familiar routine with him scared me, the happy couple picture made me want to run for the hills. Deep down I know I couldn’t run forever. I had already got myself into more trouble than I could handle with Scott Wellington, and if it wasn’t for Luc…well, I shuddered at the thought. Besides, I knew that running from him would hurt him deeply. I could never be the cause of pain for him. He had suffered too much.
Looking at the clock beside the bed I knew my next steps had been made up for me. I needed to get up for work.
“I need to get up, Luc, I can’t be late for work,” I said, giving him a silly grin. He was just so hot that I was still in awe that he was giving me the time of day. I knew he was broken but I also knew how many women he had turned down in the past. The reality was that he’s tall, dark, and handsome, a lethal combination.
He nuzzled his nose into my neck and slowly began nibbling down. “You can be late when you are sleeping with the boss,” he muttered.
My eyes went wide, I never thought of him that way. Holy shit, I’ve slept with my boss and a guy that’s closely connected with my long lost father. This couldn’t be good. We had two strikes working against us and we had only begun to explore what was happening between us. Probably feeling my tense reaction to his words, Luc pulled his head back and stared at me like I was a skittish cat.
“You’re not happy about sleeping with the boss?” he chuckled.
I pulled away from him and pulled myself up to a seated position on the bed, bringing my knees up to my chest. “Luc, I….I don’t want to mess things up. I feel like New York is a fresh start for me and…you know, meeting Bryce and him wanting to get to know me….I don’t want him to think poorly of me for falling into your bed…” I trailed off nervously.
I began to bite my nails, which I usually did when I was nervous. “Relax, Vicky,” Luc sat up but leaned back on the headboard looking very relaxed. “I didn’t plan on telling Bryce that I was taking his daughter to bed and so what if we are working together. It’s a professional atmosphere, no one will know,” he argued, as if it was no big deal. I wanted to believe him but the fact that my body felt electric when he was around, and I got a dumb smile on my face; made me worry that this working arrangement wouldn’t be so simple.
“Stop overthinking this,” he said with his raspy accent, rubbing my thigh with his hand. His hand slowly drifted upward in between my thighs, cupping my sex, my legs turned lax and opened up to his touch. There it was again, the darn pull I felt toward him. He turned to face me and captured my lips with his. The kiss was hungry again, and I knew I was soaked between my thighs. “You’re the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, but I’ve been trained to act. I won’t undress you with my eyes when we’re at work,” he murmured through our sensuous kiss.
“Like you’re doing now?” I murmured into his mouth.
“I’m trying to get you out of my system before we get to work, although it’s going to be hard considering I can’t get my fill of you,” he whispered down my neck. He pressed his thumb against my clit and I felt my insides clench. I was hungry for him all over again.
He slid a finger inside me and I could feel myself squeezing him. “Oh, Vicky, your pussy is so greedy,” he said with a devilish grin.
“Only for that thick cock of yours.” I smirked back at him.
“I love your dirty mouth, you’re so sexual. It’s such a turn on,” he said rolling his hips between my thighs. Agh! He liked to torture me. The truth was I had become very comfortable with talking about sex since hitting up the parties over two years ago, but I never really did talk dirty with anyone. The parties had always involved more action than talk. For those guys that did have a dirty mouth, I found it a turn on but I never reciprocated. With Luc I was talking dirty because he brought the vixen out of me and his cock was so damn beautiful.
He slid into me. I was so ready for him my hips bucked into him. We tumbled and turned and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rolled his hips into me, pushing his cock in hard and deep.
Then he flipped us over, so that I was seated on him and lifted his ass in the air. I was spread eagle on him and airborne. I rubbed myself against his hard cock and he circled us in the air. He was so damn strong. I could feel every muscle in his fine ass tensing. He rolled his hips into me as I rode him. I felt myself getting close when he took his hands, held me by the waist and flipped me so that I landed on my back with his cock still inside me. I began to giggle at that move. Then he pounded hard into me and I couldn’t hold on anymore. His cock rubbed my clit, and I could feel the friction of his balls smacking into me and I just let go calling his name.
***
Back in my apartment I did a quick job of tidying up a bit then I gathered the laundry in search of a washing machine. Clearly a place as extravagant as this apartment would have a laundry room. After searching for a few minutes I found a large room with a fancy stainless steel washing machine and dryer, score. Only my luck, they were computerized and it took me a little too long to figure it out.
As I made my way into the kitchen, my eyes landed on the fancy espresso machine sitting on the counter. I hoped it worked because after our late night last night, I would need a double to zap me completely awake. After a few minutes of fidgeting with the machine I had myself a delicious latte.
I was glad Luc had let go of his fear of being alone with me. I was also glad that he had chosen to trust me, even though on the inside I still felt scared and sometimes like right then, I wanted to run away and find my next fix to numb my pain. I knew it didn’t make sense because things were going well, but it was exactly the 'going well' part that scared me the most. I was scared to feel, I was scared of falling too hard. I kept on having these visions in my mind of falling to my knees and crying hysterically because I had lost him. I knew it was my anxiety working me over, but I also knew there were no guarantees in life.
Luc’s family was mafia. I was surprised they let him leave the family business. Usually in those scenarios it’s more of a until death do us part. Every time I kissed his abdomen or my tongue ran along the scar left from the bullet, my heart ached for him.
My mind then drift to Nessa, I wondered if she was alone in her room or if Brad spent the night. I hoped she wouldn’t bring a random stranger back here. I quickly showered and got dressed. I wasn’t planning on working in a professional office, so the clothes I brought along weren’t business casual. I put on a pair of black dress pants and a teal colored tank top that was a silky material and once again I wore my Jimmy Choo lace ups. As I tied them up, visions of Luc fucking me with my shoes flailing in the air came to mind.
I sauntered back out to the espresso machine for another coffee. I think it may have been my favorite thing in this apartment apart from the multi-jet shower. The apartment was beautiful and spacious, but it was not like I needed this much space. As I pressed the button for my single shot latte, a man cleared his throat behind me.
I turned around and flinched. “Shit, Brad, you scared the crap out of me,” I said, holding my hand to my chest.
“Sorry, cuz, I was headed for that machine too. It makes the best coffees, doesn’t it?”