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Chapter Twenty Nine
Five Months Later
“Damn, Amanda. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I’m standing here, enjoying my glass of wine in peace. Don’t you dare accuse me of attempted murder, Mr. Erikson.”
Lucas groaned and stepped closer, bringing up his hand to rest on the small of her back. They were standing at the bar, which was mostly deserted as most of the wedding guests joined the dance floor. The occasion was his elder sister’s wedding.
“Do you know how many times I’ve had to mentally fight down an erection because I couldn’t stop imagining tearing this dress off you and fúcking you on the nearest surface?”
She pressed her wine glass to her bottom lip and gazed up at him. “Now, that’s just naughty, Mr. Erikson.”
“Naughtier than you letting me know you have nothing on underneath the first chance you got?”
“You complimented my look, and I was simply making a commentary on what it takes to not interrupt the silhouette.”
“Would you care to give me a further elaboration regarding that?”
“I don’t know if now’s a good time,” she teased.
“There’s a resting room at the end of the hall, that way. Follow me after a minute or so.”
Then he left, walking around the dance floor towards the entrance to the ballroom. Amanda finished her drink, placed her glass at the bar, then grabbed her clutch and headed towards the door. She was already excited, knowing what awaited her on the other end of the hall. She had been waiting for this wedding to end so she get Lucas alone and let him peel off her wine-red halter body con dress off. Looked like she was going to get a taste of that earlier than she had anticipated.
The resting room had a sign right outside the door, so she found it easily. The moment she walked through the door and closed it behind her, Lucas pushed her back against it and kissed her hard, taking her breath away. When he pulled away, he took her hand and led her to one of the couches in the room.
“This is a public space, Lucas. What if someone walks in?”
“I locked the door.”
“You did?”
He took his jacket off and threw it aside. “There’s a control panel right beside the door.”
“You know the code?”
“Yes, I do.” The vest followed, then he loosened his tie and reached for her. Sitting her down on the couch, he went down to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked, watching him as she placed her clutch bag on the table behind him.
Lucas grabbed her knees and pulled, bringing her to the edge of the seat. Then he took hold of the hem of her knee-length dress and pushed it upwards, exposing her thighs. Amanda lifted her body, allowing him to push it all the way to her waist.
“You really are wearing nothing underneath,” he muttered, grinning up at her.
“Did you think I was lying?”
“I’m happy you weren’t.”
Then he bent and pushed his head between her legs. Amanda’s hand reached out and sank into his dark hair. “We can’t do that here!”
“We can.”
“Lucas…” she chewed on her bottom lip as she checked the room for cameras. How had she not thought about that before?
“This is the VIP resting room. There are no cameras.”
“How do you know?”
“Amanda, we’re in PnS Hotel, in case you forgot.” PnS was a chain of five star hotels that belonged to Eson Corp.
“Oh, right.”
He slapped her thigh playfully. “Open up for me then, will you?”
She did, but a little hesitantly. “What if I stain the seat?”
“I’ll lick you up nice and clean, no worries.”
“Luca—” her reprimand got lost in a moan as he finally got his mouth where he wanted it and teased her clit with his tongue. He kept his long strokes feathery, moving at a slow agonising pace that awakened her arousal and did nothing to assuage it. The hand she had in his hair pushed his head forward, seeking more pressure. But he had different plans for her as he brought his hand forward and teased her opening with his index finger.
“You’re so wet already,” he commented, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive skin. He drew back, letting his fingers tease her as he looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Looks like I’m not the only one who was being naughty.”
“You talk a lot,” she complained.
“Do I?”
“Ye—” she stopped again when he curled the finger inside her, hitting her G-spot. She threw her head into the back of the couch as his mouth rejoined his thumb at her clit. She writhed beneath him as he worked his magic. They had been doing this for months, but every time they were together, it was as if he took her body to new heights.
After a while, he got off his knees, going up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself and catch her scent on his mouth. Meanwhile, his hands worked on his pants, getting rid of his belt and bringing the zipper down. When that was out of the way, he supported himself with one hand on the back of the sofa and guided his díck into her with the other one. A few months ago, they had gotten tested and she started birth control, so they didn’t have to use protection any more.
Lucas released a heavy breath as he sunk into her, her vaginal muscles gripping him tightly. The first several strokes were slow and shallow, and when she began grinding her hips forward, he buried every inch of himself into her wet warmth.
His muscles strained against his silk shirt with every thrust of his hips, his knuckles reddening at how hard he was gripping the back of the couch. Amanda’s hands snaked beneath his shirt, her touch on his back driving him crazier. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, with the sound of their skins slapping against each other blending in with his grunts and her moans.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispered breathily, her hips jerking up to meet his thrusts.
“Let go,” he instructed, keeping up his pace.
“Lucas… oh my God. Oh...” her voice got lost in an extended moan as her body gave in to the pleasure. She held on tight to him as he fúcked her through her orgasm, and soon, his díck was jerking in her as he came too.
He maintained his position for a long while afterwards, his díck softening inside her while they caught their breaths. When he pulled out, he walked over to a side table and brought back a box of tissues. He wiped himself and fixed his pants then kneeling down like before, lapped up her juices with his tongue as promised. She only chuckled and let him have his way, after which he wiped her dry. Then he rose again and kissed her on the lips, fixing her dress at the same time.
That’s when the door opened and Susanne Erikson walked in.
