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  Luke chuckled and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. “If you can still joke around, I’m not doing my job very well.” He moved onto his stomach, putting his face right by my most intimate of parts, and I was dying to have him touch me, ready to beg for it, if that’s what it took. When his fingers moved to open me to him, I squirmed and moaned. His warm tongue flicking across my clit was nearly enough to make me scream, that’s how turned on I was.

  “You taste incredible,” Luke rasped out. “And those sexy sounds you’re making drive me crazy.”

  Before I could think of any response, Luke’s tongue returned to my clit, swirling around it and moving down to my opening to slide in slightly as if to taste me. His groan vibrated against my core, nearly driving me out of my mind. Focusing on my clit, Luke’s tongue stroked me with varying intensity, keeping my orgasm just out of reach. I both loved and hated the erotic torment, wanting him to let me come yet wanting it to last forever. My hips were rolling against his face, but I froze when he sucked my clit into his mouth, trapping the sensitive nub for his tongue to pleasure. Two of Luke’s long fingers slipped into my body, stroking me slowly as his tongue continued to work my clit. He released my clit, changing to long strokes as his fingers fucked me faster and harder. I was a writhing, panting creature of need by that point. My body was tightening, and I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

  “Oh! Luke! Yes! Yes!” I screamed as the spasms hit hard and fast, making me buck against Luke’s face. He groaned as he slowed the motion of his tongue and fingers, working me through the last of my orgasm.

  When he lifted his head, his eyes were still dark with passion, and I understood how he felt. Even after my intense climax, I wanted more. I needed Luke in me.

  “You’re so incredibly responsive,” Luke praised. “I’m going to fuck you now, Chels. Tell me you want me to slide into your body and make you come hard again.”

  Hearing those words from Luke’s mouth made the ache between my legs grow again. “Yes, please.”

  Luke chuckled, climbing off the bed to grab a condom from his bedside table. “You are so polite in bed. I like that. I especially love it when you use the word please. If I didn’t want you so much, I’d make you use that word at least a dozen more times before I fuck you, but I’ve never been a masochist, and I’m aching to be inside your tight body.”

  I’d grabbed Luke through his jeans, so I already knew he was big. Still, when he slid his boxers down, I sucked in a sharp breath at the size of his dick. Luke was impressive, and I was aching to have him in me. He tore open the package and slid the condom on as I watched, surprised by how arousing that was. Then again, I would probably enjoy most things involving Luke’s impressive dick.

  Luke untied my ankles before settling between my legs to kiss me until my legs were wrapped around his waist as I rolled my hips against him. When Luke broke the kiss, I released my hold on his hips. He gripped his dick, positioning himself at my entrance so he could slide into my body. My body tightened around him, making Luke moan.

  “You feel so good,” he praised.

  My only response to his praise was to rock against him, wanting more, loving the deliciously stretched sensation of his dick in me. Luke responded with slow, deliberate strokes, clearly giving me time to adjust to him. I moaned and rocked against him, sure I’d be clawing at his tight ass if my hands weren’t tied to the bed.

  Luke’s thrusts picked up speed, and his own soft moans joined my much louder whimpers and screams. I’d never been loud in bed, but I now realized I’d probably just never had a scream-worthy partner. Luke was good enough he could probably make me lose my voice.

  “You’re so damn hot and tight,” he ground out as he thrust harder into my body. I was already coiling tighter with my second orgasm, and the increased pressure was enough to send me over the edge, screaming and begging Luke to keep fucking me.

  Luke groaned, and I felt his dick twitch as he found his own release.

  It took us both a few moments to move after our intense orgasms. Luke continued to grip my hips as he twitched inside me with his eyes closed. After recovering some, Luke stared down at me with a strange expression of wonder. His hand reached out to stroke my cheek. “That was amazing.”

  I gave him a sated smile. “It was definitely the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Are you planning to untie me?”

  Luke slid out of my body, looking reluctant to do so. He quickly disposed of the condom before answering, making me wonder if he was considering leaving me tied to his bed, a thought that was definitely intriguing. “You aren’t going to run for the door as soon I untie you, are you?” he asked. “I still have a lot I want to do to you tonight, and I’m tempted to keep you like this a little longer.”

  I laughed, suspecting he was only half-joking about being tempted to keep me tied up. “I’m sure I can stay longer if you want to make it worth my while.”

  Luke grinned and untied my wrists before dropping the scarves on his bedside table and climbing into bed beside me. I rolled to my side to face him. Leaning over, he gave me the briefest of kisses. “You are absolutely incredible.”

  “All I had to do was lay here while you did all the work,” I reminded him.

  “Good point,” he agreed. “Maybe next time I should put that sassy mouth of yours to work.”

  I licked my lips and looked down at Luke’s dick. “That sounds fun to me.”

  Luke groaned. “You really are going to be the death of me, woman.”

  I rolled on top of Luke, straddling his hips. “How about if you let me explore your body for a little while?”

  “Whatever you want, beautiful,” he agreed with a grin.

  I decided I might as well make the most of my one night with Luke. In the morning, we could go back to being old friends who rarely talked, but for this one night, I was going to thoroughly enjoy Luke’s body.

  Chapter Twelve

  Luke

  My night with Chelsea far exceeded my wildest fantasies. Despite her obvious concerns about her lack of experience, Chelsea was the hottest lover I’ve ever had. She was responsive, playful, and completely wild in bed. Hands down, it had been the best sex I’ve ever had. I knew part of that had to do with the fact that Chelsea was my partner. I’d wanted her for years, and it had definitely increased my pleasure knowing she was finally mine.

  When I’d fallen asleep sometime after midnight, I’d been convinced there wasn’t anything that could ruin my day. After all, I’d fallen asleep with a beautiful woman in my arms and expected to wake up with her there. With everything I’d done to that woman’s body, I hadn’t been sure she’d be able to walk in the morning, not that it mattered since she’d already told me she didn’t have any shoots until later in the day. My plan had been to slide down her body and wake her up by slipping my tongue between her legs to taste her again. That was something I’d never get tired of, especially with those hot little whimpers she made while I was going down on her. They were different from the sexy moans and screams she made when I was inside her body. I loved all the sounds Chelsea made when I was pleasuring her. After waking Chelsea up, I’d planned to take her for breakfast before dropping her at home.

  When I’d woken up alone, there had been a moment when I’d assumed Chelsea was just in the bathroom or she’d run to the kitchen to get something to drink. My assumption had come from the belief that Chelsea knew this was not a one night stand, despite what she’d first suggested. We’d known each other too long and shared too much the night before for her to fail to see that this meant something. I’d made it clear I wanted more from her, and there’d been no more talk of this being a one night. I’d even discussed taking her to a great coffee shop I’d recently discovered.

  It hadn’t taken long to realize Chelsea had snuck out while I was asleep, and I was tempted to head straight to her house and tie her up with her panties while I made her beg me to let her come. After that, I’d fuck her until she realized how serious I was about makin
g things work with her. The only thing that held me back was the knowledge that Chelsea had work today. I didn’t want to distract her from her business. I knew how important it was. She was photographing a wedding, and those people were relying on her to help record their special day. I wasn’t going to fuck with that. I was, however, planning to make sure Chelsea understood I wasn’t going to be relegated to the status of a fling.

  After starting the coffee, I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Ty.

  ME: Where is your sister working today?

  Ty had recently started working with Chelsea, so he would have access to her schedule.

  TY: Why are you looking for Chelsea?

  Nearly growling, I was annoyed at my friend for answering my question with a question, and even more annoyed with him for making me tell him what was going on. I was planning to tell Ty, but not until later. I’d hoped to wait until after I talked to Chelsea, so my best friend and my step mom—AKA Ty’s girlfriend—wouldn’t interfere, but it didn’t seem I had any choice if I wanted to find out where Chelsea was working that afternoon.

  ME: Remember that deal we made when you wanted to date Brook? You agreed to be cool if I want to date any of your family members.

  TY: I already told you my grandma isn’t interest in you. Besides, didn’t we agree you could only date women under thirty-five in my family? Seriously, what does this have to do with where Chelsea is working today?

  I waited because I knew Ty was going to figure it out any moment. I poured my coffee, took a few sips, and then my phone buzzed with the incoming call.

  “Good morning, Ty,” I greeted him.

  “You want to sleep with my sister?” he asked, sounding shocked but not annoyed.

  “I want to date your sister,” I clarified.

  “She’s never going to go out with you, Luke,” he insisted. “Chelsea still sees you as a kid.”

  “I saw your sister last night, and she doesn’t see me as a kid,” I assured him.

  “How do you know that?” he asked. “You’re probably just misreading her reactions.”

  I laughed and nearly spit coffee across the kitchen. “I’m definitely not misreading her reactions. Chelsea does not see me as a kid.”

  There was a beat of silence before Ty spoke again.

  “You slept with my sister?” he practically gasped.

  “I am not talking about my sex life or your sister’s sex life,” I told him. Even if I didn’t think that would be a messed up thing to do, I knew Chelsea would never forgive me if I started telling everyone we’d slept together.

  “Fuck me,” Ty muttered.

  “I’m gonna pass on that offer,” I replied dryly. “You definitely didn’t get the looks in your family.”

  “Wait. This isn’t a joke, is it?” Ty asked.

  “Ty, I’ve always liked your sister,” I admitted. “I perved on her so hardcore when we were younger it isn’t even funny. When I got back from college, I figured I was over it, but I’m clearly not. Last night, I took her out and we clicked.”

  “I’m sensing a but here,” Ty added.

  “She seems to think I just want in her panties and I’m not genuinely interested in her,” I explained. “I was sure I’d done a good job of convincing her I wanted more.”

  “Speaking of panties,” Ty began. “I’m not going to get a call from my sister telling me you’ve stolen her panties, am I?”

  “Your sister is not going to call and complain that I’ve stolen her panties,” I assured him, reasonably sure that was the case, wondering how long Chelsea had looked for her missing panties before sneaking out of my apartment without them. I wouldn’t say I’d stolen her panties, but they were in the drawer of my bedside table where I kept my condoms. Apparently, I was a pervert who couldn’t resist taking Chelsea’s panties. I was getting hard thinking about her walking out of my house with no panties under her jeans. I’d bet the denim had felt pretty intense against her bare skin.

  “Are you listening to me, Luke?” Ty asked.

  “Not really,” I admitted. “My mind wandered.”

  “Hopefully, not to my sister’s panties,” Ty grumbled.

  “Definitely not to your sister’s panties,” I assured him. “Need I remind you that I was really cool when you wanted to date my stepmom, Papa Ty?”

  Ty snorted. “That makes this whole thing sound even more bizarre than it already is. I’m dating your stepmom, and you want to date my sister. When did you decide you wanted to date her?”

  “When I got back from college, I was toying with the idea of trying to reconnect with her and see if she’d go out with me,” I began. “After I drove her home when she was drunk, I figured I’d outgrown whatever crush I had, but I was wrong. It’s always been her, Ty. When I go out with other girls, I’m comparing them to Chelsea. Your sister is something else.”

  “I guess I can understand that since I felt the same with Brook,” Ty replied.

  “When I saw her profile picture on the dating site, I knew I had to make things work with Chelsea,” I admitted. “That’s when I decided to chat with her on the site and convince her to meet me for a drink. I was tempted to ignore Brook when she told me to check out Chelsea’s profile. She didn’t tell me it was Chelsea, but I figured Brook might have better luck finding a woman who wasn’t crazy.”

  “Hold up,” Ty interrupted. “Brook told you to look Chelsea up on that dating site? My Brook?”

  “Yep,” I replied. “I guess she figured out how I felt about Chelsea and decided to play matchmaker.”

  “Hmmm,” Ty mused. “That must be why she was so excited about setting up that dating profile for Chelsea. I’m assuming she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to let it slip to Chelsea. I also didn’t think you two had a thing for each other when Brook suggested it. She mentioned her theory to me, but I told her she was wrong. I guess I’m the one who was clueless. So, you contacted Chels on the dating site and got her to go out with you?”

  “Yeah, I figured I’d get her to spend time with me and see how things went,” I explained. “They went great.”

  “Except she thinks you had a one night stand,” Ty finished for me. “You can skip the games. I won’t tell Chels you told me about it, and I definitely don’t want details, but it is obvious you slept with my sister.”

  “That’s basically what happened,” I admitted. “Can you tell me where she’s working today?”

  “She will never forgive you if you interrupt one of her jobs,” Ty warned. “Her business is very important to her.”

  “I’m aware of that, and I’m not planning to bother her at work. I just want to be there when she finishes up so we can talk. If I show up at her place, I’ll come across as an asshole trying to get in her panties again, and I really want her to see that it’s more than sex for me,” I explained.

  “If you show up at the photo shoot, you’ll come across as a creepy stalker,” he pointed out.

  “Women like the forward type,” I told him before laughing. “I can’t even pretend to be that clueless. Your sister is not going to be happy with me showing up anywhere, and I’m also worried I’ll freak her out after she had to deal with Jason stalking her, but I have to do something.”

  “Then I think I can help you out,” he said. “I’ll send you a text to confirm where we’re meeting after I get my sister to agree.”

  “You’re going to fix me up with your sister?” I asked, surprised Ty was so quick to help me after his initial reaction.

  “Why not?” Ty replied. “I trust you not to hurt my sister, and you already know that if you do, I’ll break your nose.”

  “Thanks, Ty,” I said with feeling. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

  “Does this mean I get a big hug the next time I see you?” Ty teased.

  I snorted. “Fuck no. No matter how helpful you are, I am not about to encourage you to act like a needy bitch.”

  “I’m telling Chelsea you hurt my feelings,” he threate
ned.

  “Whatever. I’ll see you later, you whiny, needy bitch.”

  With that, I ended the call, hoping Ty would be able to convince Chelsea to meet me later. One way or another, I was going to convince Chelsea to give me a chance.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chelsea

  When I’d gotten the text from my brother asking to meet up for a late dinner, I’d been tempted to tell him I was too tired. That wouldn’t have been a lie. Aside from being exhausted after Luke had kept me up most of the night, the wedding I’d shot that day had been a real challenge. In the past, I’d dealt with many bridezillas. They were more common than people imagined. Even the most sweet-tempered woman could become a little crazed when it came to planning her wedding. I could understand after having dealt with the stress of planning my own wedding. Aside from dealing with your own expectations, you always had family and friends adding to the stress with their expectations.

  This particular wedding had a groomzilla, something I’d known from the day I’d signed on as their photographer. It had been my hope he would settle down, or at the very least, behave on his wedding day. Sadly, the over-dramatic groom had been even worse on the day of his extravagant wedding. He’d thrown glasses, pouted when his bride had danced with her father, and even thrown his food on the floor, claiming his portion was smaller than his groomsmen. The wedding planner had assured him he could have an extra serving, but he’d refused to eat anything, insisting the caterer hated him, which was likely true by the end of the event.

  Worst of all, the groomzilla had broken my best camera and gone so far as to destroy the memory card because he’d claimed it contained a very unflattering shot of him. Why he hadn’t simply asked me to delete it, I had no idea. Even though the couple had promised to pay for my camera, I’d still lost most of the pictures for the event, and I hated failing to record all the details of a wedding. That was the kind of thing I lived for as a photographer. Seeing the memories the couple would one day share with their children brought me great joy. Those memories were gone, and I felt bad for the bride who’d had to scold her new husband like he was a child. I supposed it might be best if that particular couple never had children. The poor bride had enough to deal with trying to keep her childish new husband in line.