“I know you don’t like them,” she says, “but they’re perfect to me because they’re part of you.” She reaches up and lightly tweaks my pierced nipple.
Her gentle words shatter my control. I can’t wait a second longer.
“Are you on the pill?”
She flushes. “No. You can’t get them in Japan.”
“I don’t have any condoms.” Dammit. I should be better prepared, but sex hasn’t been on my radar for a while.
Ava gives me an impish smile. “Mmm. A challenge, but there’s no way I’m letting this”—she runs her hand lovingly along my thick, hard shaft—“go to waste.” She licks her lips.
She pulls my dick deep inside her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. My eyes roll up as knife-sharp pleasure runs through me. Digging my hands into her hair, I place my feet flat on the bed and start thrusting…shallowly, careful not to gag her.
But what I’m doing only seems to excite her more. She bobs her head, pulling me all the way down her throat. A soft purr vibrates through her.
“I’m about to come, Ava,” I say.
She only increases the suction on my cock.
Holy shit. If this is a hallucination, I never want to be sane again.
With a guttural cry, I come. She drinks me down, eager, as I explode inside her mouth.
After a little time, she raises her eyes and meets my gaze. They’re full of soft emotion, and I suddenly realize what I’ve been trying to deny to myself all this time.
I love her.
Chapter Sixteen
Ava
I step out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white robe. While I was washing, Lucas ordered some late brunch items from room service. Apparently, a butler has taken my clothes to unwrinkle and freshen them up. I would normally feel a bit shy in a situation like this—the butler undoubtedly knows what we were doing—but right now I’m basking in the afterglow of hot orgasms.
Standing at the table, Lucas pulls out a chair with a gallant grace I find irresistible. The grim tension that hung around him like dark clouds is gone, replaced by an air of replete satisfaction. He’s put on a shirt and slacks, and looks delicious, smelling slightly of soap and the musk from our time in bed together. I feel my body quicken again, and it’s all I can do to not squirm.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I ordered a little bit of everything,” he says with a boyish smile that makes me melt.
As I sit down, he reveals food on multiple plates covered in steel domes. I gasp at a full platter of lox with all the trimmings, caviar, egg omelets with bacon and sausages and potatoes, a bowl of fresh berries, a plate of thinly sliced roast beef and a bowl of salad lightly tossed with what smells like a vinaigrette dressing. There is also
a large basket of warm, freshly baked bread.
“Are you trying to feed the entire city?” I tease as I place a stiff white napkin on my lap.
“I think the Osaka metropolitan area would need a bit more than this.” He considers, taking his seat. “Or maybe not. Japanese people don’t eat much.”
“I see you’ve become acquainted with the portion sizes here.”
“Reacquainted. But yeah.”
That makes me pause. “You’ve spent time in Japan?”
“Only about a semester. It was an exchange program I did.” He shrugs. “Eat. Please. I feel like it’s my fault that you’ve lost weight in the last two years.”
“It has nothing to do with you. I’ve just been really busy.”
Busy hiding things from him, my subconscious whispers.
Not wanting to ruin the moment with my secrets, I smack the thought aside and take a big forkful of the egg omelet. It’s fluffy, with lots of cheese, and cooked to perfection.