Free LUKE: Complete Series by Cassia Leo Page B

snore.”
    His erection popped up and formed a tent under the sheet before I even touched him. “Very softly. It’s ridiculously adorable.”
    I grabbed his cock and he drew in a sharp breath. “I want to take a shower.”
    He wove his fingers through my hair and pulled me up. My breasts slid over his chest, sending a shock through my sore nipples as he kissed me deeply. We both tasted a bit stale, but it didn’t matter.
    “Come on.”
    He led me through a door into a large bathroom covered from floor to ceiling in deep-gray slate tile. He turned on the shower and the room quickly steamed up. He had one of those huge showers with the body jets and the built-in shampoo and soap dispensers. As we stepped inside, he let me get under the water first.
    The water was hot and it stung my skin at first, but I quickly adjusted as I closed my eyes and let it wash over me. Without warning, he began lathering up my breasts and belly. He smiled as his hands glided over my ass then forward and between my legs.
    “What do you want to do today?” he asked, as he paid extra attention to my clit.
    “We have to work today. It’s Wednesday,” I replied, as I threw my arms around his neck for support.
    He continued to caress me as he spoke. “It’s my birthday. I’m giving both of us the day off. Anything you want to do.”
    “But it’s your birthday.” I dug my nails into his shoulder as he stroked me gently. “Shouldn’t we do what you want?”
    “I’ve done pretty much everything there is to do in Seattle.”
    “Then let’s get out of Seattle. Oh, God.” I curled my leg around his thigh as I came.
    He held me tightly and kissed me until my body released the final shudder. As soon as he let me go, I pushed the button on the soap dispenser and lathered up my hands before I grabbed his cock. I slid my hand up and down a few times before I moved down to massage his sac. I crouched down and let the water rinse away the soap before I took him into my mouth.
    “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Okay, we’ll take a day trip. I know just where to take you.”

    After making Luke wait in my living room for two hours while I did my hair and changed into something he would never approve of in the office, we set off for the airport. We boarded Luke’s private jet at half past noon, but he still refused to tell me where we were going.
    “God, you’re such a tease,” I complained, as I sat in the plush leather seat and fastened my seat belt.
    “It’s my birthday. I can tease you all I want today.”
    He took a seat next to me and fastened his seat belt. The flight attendant came by and took our drink order before takeoff. A nice change from the usual experience I had flying coach.
    “Diet Coke, please,” I said, after Luke ordered his usual bourbon.
    She brought our drinks quickly and we sipped in silence as we waited for the plane to take off. When the plane began to taxi toward the runway, I gripped the armrest.
    Luke grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine. Just haven’t flown in a while.”
    “When was the last time you flew?”
    “Seven months ago.”
    He didn’t have to ask anything further to know this was not something I wanted to talk about. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before the plane took off. I closed my eyes against the roaring squeal of the engines as the inertia of takeoff pressed my head against the headrest. Finally, the plane reached cruising altitude and I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened my eyes.
    “Are you ever going to talk about your brother?”
    I guess he wasn’t going to let it go.
    “I would rather not,” I replied, using the same words he used when I asked him about his family last night.
    “I know you think I have no right to ask after I shot you down last night, but I think you need to talk about it.”
    I wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but I knew sarcasm was a defense mechanism and there was no need to call even more attention to how screwed up I was.
    “I will.