Luke’s life stayed busy — meetings, flights, deals that kept him away for days at a time. Vicky went back to her normal routine, working from home, running errands, trying to act like nothing had changed. But everything had. Her body remembered his touch. Her p***y got wet every time she thought about him. She started sleeping with her balcony door open again, hoping.
He would text when he landed back in the city. Short messages like “Tonight” or “My car. 9pm.” And she always went.
One evening he picked her up after work in his black luxury car with tinted windows. The driver was up front with the partition up. The second the car started moving, Luke pulled Vicky onto his lap. He pushed her dress up, found her bare and already dripping, and slid two fingers inside her while they drove th
