Luke sent the text at six in the evening: “My place. All night. Clear your schedule.”
Vicky’s stomach flipped with excitement. She showered quickly, shaved smooth, and slipped into a simple red dress with nothing underneath. When she walked through his front door, Luke was waiting in the living room wearing only gray sweatpants. The second the door closed, he pulled her against him and kissed her like he’d been starving for days.
No dinner. No small talk. They barely made it to the bedroom.
He stripped the dress off her in one smooth move and pushed her onto his massive king-sized bed. The sheets were cool and soft against her bare skin. Luke climbed over her, kissing down her neck, sucking hard on her n*****s until they stood dark and aching. His hand slid between her legs and found he
