Lucas chuckled, setting the tray down on the nearby coffee table. "Chocolate and cherry," he confirmed, pouring them each a glass of deep red wine. "Thought we could use a little refueling."Emily made grabby hands at the dessert. "Gimme," she demanded, grinning. "I've definitely worked up an appetite.""So impatient," Lucas teased, but he obliged, handing her a plate and fork. "Careful, or I might have to teach you some manners."Emily smirked, taking a bite of the rich, creamy cheesecake. "Mmm," she moaned exaggeratedly. "Maybe I want you to teach me a lesson, Daddy. After cheesecake, though.”Lucas' eyes darkened, but he just shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. "Brat," he said fondly, taking a sip of his wine.As they finished their dessert, Emily felt a chill run through her. She glanced down at her disheveled clothing, suddenly feeling exposed."Mind if I borrow something comfy to wear?" she asked, setting her empty plate aside.Lucas nodded towards a pile of discarded c
Without warning, Lucas slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Emily cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through her. "Fuck!" she gasped, struggling to adjust to his size.Lucas set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by Emily's moans and Lucas' grunts.Emily’s mind was hazy with lust. She bit her lip, fighting against the growing pressure in her core. ‘Don't come, don't come, don't come…’"You feel so fucking good," Lucas groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Such a tight little pussy."Emily whimpered, torn between embarrassment and arousal at his filthy words. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts."Please, daddy," she begged, not entirely sure what she was asking for.Lucas chuckled darkly. "Not yet, baby girl. You haven't earned it." Lucas shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside that made Emily see stars. She cried out, he
Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped out of the en-suite. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, reveling in Lucas' reaction. His eyes darkened with unmistakable lust as they raked over her body."Fuck me," Lucas growled, his voice rough with desire. "I knew that would look perfect on you."Emily's skin tingled under his intense gaze. She sauntered towards him, each step deliberate and teasing. "You've got good taste, Daddy," she purred, enjoying the way his breath hitched. As she reached the bed, Lucas' hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. "And you, baby girl," he murmured against her ear, "are the most delicious thing I've ever seen." Lucas tugged Emily onto the bed, positioning her so she straddled his lap. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her core flush against his stomach. Emily gasped at the contact, heat blooming between her legs."Fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips instinctively.Lucas' fingers danced along the edges of the lac
The sound of Emily's alarm pierced through the peaceful morning silence, jolting her awake. She groaned, burying her face deeper into Lucas' chest."Fuck," she muttered, her voice still thick with sleep. "Fucking hell. Goddamn alarm. Shit."Lucas stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Everything okay, baby girl?"Emily lifted her head, glaring at her phone on the nightstand. "No, everything is not fucking okay. I have to go to work, deal with Sophia pulling knowing faces, and I'd rather stay here and fuck you senseless all day."She flopped back onto the pillow, throwing an arm over her eyes dramatically. "Why can't I just win the lottery and never get out of bed again?"Lucas chuckled, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. "You love what you do, baby girl. And you’d get bored without office politics."Emily peeked at him from under her arm, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Don't make me laugh. I'm trying to wallow in self-pity here.""Sorry, my mis
As she spoke, Emily realized she meant it. Despite her reservations, there was something about Lucas that made her want to take a chance.Sophia nodded, her expression turning serious. "It's understandable if everything with Ryan has made you nervous," she said softly. "But Em, you shouldn't let that hold you back from being happy. If Lucas makes you happy, you should embrace that, whether it's short term or long term."Emily rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "When did you start making sense all the time?" she asked, trying to mask her vulnerability with sarcasm."Oh, please," Sophia scoffed, flipping her auburn curls dramatically. "I've always been the voice of reason in this friendship. You're just finally listening."Emily snorted, picking at her lunch. Her mind wandered to Lucas, to the way his hands felt on her skin, the sound of his laugh. She couldn't deny the spark between them, but the fear of getting hurt again lingered like a shadow."I hear y
Three hours later, Emily stretched her arms over her head, feeling the satisfying pop of her spine. The office was quiet, most employees having left for the day. She glanced at the clock - 5:30pm. Not bad, considering the chaos of the day."Finally," Sophia groaned from the doorway, slumping dramatically against the frame. "I thought those flyers would never arrive. My eyes are crossing from all the proofing."Emily smirked, gathering her things. "Drama queen. At least we got it done. Are you ready for tomorrow's flyer blitz?""As I'll ever be," Sophia replied, following Emily out. "Though I still say we should've hired some interns for this grunt work.""And miss out on all the fun?" Emily teased, locking her office door. "Besides, nothing says ‘fun day out’ like paper cuts and sore feet."They made their way to the elevator, Emily's mind already drifting to the evening ahead. Lucas would be at her place soon, if he wasn't there already. The thought sent a pleasant thrill through her
When the last bite was gone, Emily stood, gathering the plates. "Alright, lover boy. Decision time."Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparking in his eyes. "Oh?"She leaned against the counter, purposely arching her back just enough to make the babydoll ride up. "I've got a chocolate gateau chilling in the fridge. Question is, do you want that now, or are you too... distracted for dessert?"Lucas' eyes darkened, his gaze raking over her body with unmistakable hunger. "Fuck, Em. You know damn well I can't think about food right now.""You sure?" she teased, voice huskier than intended. "It's a damn good gateau."In one fluid motion, Lucas was on his feet, closing the distance between them. "The only thing I want to taste right now," he growled, "is you."Emily's breath caught as he caged her against the counter, his body radiating heat. "Well," she managed, trying to keep her voice steady, "who am I to deny such a polite request?"Lucas crashed his lips into Emily's, his tongue and li
As their breathing returned to normal, Lucas pulled away and discarded the condom. She took his hand and led him back to the living room, settling on the sofa with a bottle of wine.Emily poured two glasses of deep red wine, the liquid sloshing softly against the crystal. She handed one to Lucas, their fingers brushing as he took it."Want some of that chocolate gateau now?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye.Lucas smirked, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yes please, baby girl."Emily padded to the kitchen, returning with two generous slices of the decadent dessert. She settled onto the sofa, draping her legs across Lucas' lap. The TV flicked on, some mindless reality show providing background noise."Christ, this is good," Lucas mumbled around a mouthful of cake.Emily snorted. "Careful there. Don't want to choke on your-"Her words cut off as a glob of chocolate sauce slid down Lucas' chest. She raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across her face."Oh no," Lucas
Emily leaned forward, her green eyes bright with conviction. "Soph, I'm going to tell you what you told me. You won't know if you don't try. There's nothing wrong with getting your freak on, and being conflicted is totally reasonable, but it doesn't mean the only option is pulling the plug."Sophia snorted, but a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Using my own words against me, huh? That's low, Carter.""Hey, if the advice fits," Emily shrugged, grinning. Her expression softened as she continued, "Look, maybe what you should be doing is figuring out what your boundaries are so you have time to get used to it before you need to tell Jake."Sophia's brow furrowed. "Boundaries? Like what, a safe word for my ego?"Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, Soph. What are you com
Emily leaned forward, her green eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, what exactly did you two get up to? Any juicy details you can share?"Sophia shifted in her seat, the wine glass cool against her fingers. "Oh, you know. Just basic 'do as you're told' stuff." She took a long sip, buying time. Fuck it, she thought. In for a penny... "And, uh, orgasm denial."Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Orgasm denial? Damn, girl. You jumped right into the deep end, didn't you?"Sophia felt her cheeks flush. "Yeah, well. It was... intense." She remembered Jake's fingers teasing her, bringing her to the edge over and over. Her thighs clenched involuntarily."I bet," Emily said with a knowing smirk. "How'd you handle that?"Sophia snorted. "It was
Lucas greeted them at the door, his quiet "Evening, ladies" a stark contrast to Emily's exuberance. Sophia felt herself relax a fraction as she stepped into the cozy living room, inhaling the mouthwatering aroma of whatever was simmering in the kitchen."Wine?" Lucas offered, already moving towards an open bottle on the counter."God, yes," Sophia replied fervently. She accepted the generously filled glass with a grateful nod, sinking into a chair at the dining table.Emily plopped down across from her, practically vibrating with poorly contained glee. Sophia braced herself for the inevitable interrogation."Sooooo," Emily sang, drawing out the word. "Were you texting Jake?"Sophia took a long sip of wine, buying hersel
Flopping onto the sofa, Sophia dug her spoon into the ice cream and flicked on the TV. Jeremy Kyle's voice filled the room as she curled her legs underneath her."You ARE the father!" Jeremy declared dramatically onscreen.Sophia snorted. "No shit, Sherlock. Look at those matching unibrows."As she shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, her mind drifted back to last night. Jake's hands exploring her body, his lips on her neck, the way he'd pinned her wrists..."Fuck," she groaned, squeezing her thighs together. Her eyes darted to her phone on the coffee table. Should she text him? It had been mind-blowing sex, but Sophia wasn't looking for anything serious. Maybe she could proposition him for a casual arrangement?"Get it together, Bennett," she chided herself. "You're not a lovesick teenager."But as she tried to focus on Jeremy Kyle's latest DNA test reveal, all she could think about was Jake's sculpted abs and the way he'd whispered "little one" in her ear.Sophia
Sophia's eyes fluttered open, consciousness creeping in along with a dull ache in her muscles. She rolled over, arm reaching out, but found only cold sheets beside her. "Jake?" she mumbled, voice rough with sleep. No response.She sat up, blinking in the harsh morning light streaming through the gap in the curtains. The room was empty, Jake's clothes no longer strewn across the floor where they'd been hastily discarded the night before. "Well, shit," Sophia muttered, running a hand through her tangled curls. A folded piece of paper on the pillow next to her caught her eye. She snatched it up, unfolding it with fingers that trembled slightly.A phone number was scrawled across the paper, along with the words "Text me later, little one."Sophia stared at the note, a mix of emotions swirling in her chest. Part of her wanted to crumple it up and toss it in the bin. Another part wanted to grab her phone and text him right that second."Get a grip, Soph," she told herself. "It was just a
"Lay down on your back, knees bent, legs open, hands above your head," Jake commanded, his voice low and gravelly.Sophia felt a shiver run through her body as she complied. "Yes, sir," she breathed, arranging herself on the plush hotel bed.Her heart raced as Jake knelt between her parted thighs. His blue eyes burned with intensity as they roamed over her exposed form. Sophia fought the urge to squirm under his gaze.Jake's lips lifted in a slight smirk as he lowered his head. He pressed a feather-light kiss to her ankle, then slowly made his way up her calf.'Fuck,' Sophia thought, her breath catching. 'How does he make this feel so good?'When Jake reached the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Sophia couldn't contain a whimper. His stubble rasped deliciously against her flesh as he nipped and sucked marks onto her skin."Jake, please," she gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily.He chuckled darkly. "Patience, little one. I'm savouring you."Finally, finally, his mouth landed on he
ANYTHING FOR YOU, SOPHIA: Chapter TwoJake's strong hands caught Sophia's wrists, pinning them behind her back in one fluid motion. A thrill shot through her as he hooked his feet over her ankles, spreading her legs apart."Thought you could tease me, huh?" Jake's voice was low and husky in her ear.Sophia's breath hitched. "Maybe I like teasing you."His free hand danced up the inside of her thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "And maybe I like putting you in your place."She squirmed against his grip, torn between wanting to break free and aching for his touch. "My place? And where exactly is that?"Jake's fingers finally reached her core, eliciting a gasp. "At my mercy.""Cocky bastard," Sophia muttered, even as her hips bucked involuntarily, the movement splashing water everywhere.His chuckle vibrated against her back. "You love it."She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But as his fingers began to move in maddening circles, coherent thought fled. All she cou
The night of the gallery opening...The breeze ruffled Sophia's auburn curls as she leaned into Jake's warm embrace. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her waist, sending delicious shivers up her spine."Bet you a tenner Lucas and Emily are plotting their bedroom antics right now," Sophia whispered, nodding towards the couple walking ahead.Jake's deep chuckle vibrated against her. "No bet. Those two are probably scheduling positions by the hour."Sophia snorted, her hazel eyes dancing with mischief.Jake grinned, his sun-bleached hair falling rakishly over one eye. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "But then… I've got plans for you that'd make a sailor blush."Heat pooled in Sophia's belly. Damn, she’s known him mere hours and the man knew how to push her buttons. She forced herself to focus on the little shops and houses lining the street. Anything to distract from the growing ache between her thighs."You're all talk, Summers," she retorted, aiming for nonchalance and missi
As Lucas mixed batter and the bacon began to sizzle, Emily poured two steaming mugs of coffee. She breathed in the scent, savouring the moment.Fuck, when did domesticity start feeling so damn good? she wondered, watching Lucas flip a pancake with practiced ease. The sight of him, all tousled hair and relaxed muscles, stirred something warm in her chest."What're you thinking about?" Lucas asked, catching her stare.Emily sipped her coffee, buying time. "Just... how nice this is," she admitted softly.Lucas set down the spatula and walked over to her, his movements fluid and deliberate. He stood behind Emily, his warmth enveloping her as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder."It is nice, yes," he murmured agai