On Thursday, he took me to the Irish pub opposite his office, where we met up with Blake, Bec, and a few others from his office.
What a fun night, particularly when Blake started to let some of the secrets out of the bag, like Luke’s nickname.
Personally, I don’t get the nicknameicehole,as to me, Luke is anything but icy. However, it was funny how it wound him up.I made him feel better later when we were alone, telling him I thought he was more of ahothole, like the shooting geyser in Yellowstone National Park type of hothole. Well, things descended quickly into a hilarious discussion about what other types ofholeswe could be.
Then on Saturday night, my favorite night of the week to spend with Luke, I went to his apartment. We ordered in then watched a couple of movies on his big-screen TV. It felt special watching movies wrapped in Luke’s arms. When the movies finished, we moved to the bedroom, where we had more mind-blowing sex.
I love how we are relearning each other’s bodies. Each time he touches me, and I touch him, we discover new things. Where and how he likes to be touched. Where and how I want his mouth on me.
Luke is mindful of my pleasure, and it's what makes being with him so special. It's totally hot to have a man who is obsessed with giving me orgasms. Not only one, but multiple. I’m sure the more Luke gives me, the more I want.
Saturday’s date night was the best because it naturally flowed into Sunday morning. Waking up in Luke’s bed, my body wrapped around his firm naked body, is a special Sunday treat to be savored slowly. Followed by a steamy shared shower. I love Luke washing my body. Way more fun than when I wash myself.
Spending time with Luke is making me happy, humming to myself kind of happy. Every time we are together, I feel our relationship is growing ever since Luke opened up to me about his injuries. He trusted me to share his deepest pain, and I know it couldn't have been easy for him.
Chapter 21
Luke
ThisthingbetweenCassieand me is changing my life for the better. Each time I see her she seems to be opening up to me as we learn a little more about each other. New things we didn’t know before and some things which rekindle happy memories of our time together in high school.
Strolling into my office early Monday morning after another great weekend spent with Cassie, I see Blake is again hanging around Bec’s desk. Remembering Cassie’s comment from the awards night, I wonder if something is going on between them.
Now thinking about it, every time I’ve arrived early recently, I’ve found him at Bec’s desk. I hope there isn’t something going on. We agreed to rules when we set up the company, and no fooling around with the staff was one of them to avoid things getting messy. Blake needs to stay far away from Bec as she is invaluable to the company.
Bec started as our executive assistant two years ago, and since then, she has proven to be hard-working, loyal, and exceptionally good at her job. She knows what I need before I even realize I need it. I don’t want her leaving because Blake has been an asshole.
“Morning, Bec… Blake, are you waiting to see me already?” I ask pointedly.
“No, not waiting for you. Just catching up with Bec,” Blake replies smiling down at Bec.
What the fuck. I'm frowning as I continue on walking into my office. By the time I’m behind my desk, Blake is in my office, closing my door. No time like the present to call him out on his behavior.
“Hey, man, not cool, flirting with Bec. We made a deal no messing about with the employees. Especially not Bec. She’s the best, critical to the smooth running of the business. I don’t want her leaving because you’ve fucked with her.”
Blake grumbles back at me, “I’m not going to fuck with her heart, dude. I like talking to Bec. We’re friends and it’s not creepy.”
“Oh, you are so creepy.”
Obviously, I’ve hit a nerve with Blake, and I’m enjoying banging hard on that nerve.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re not funny, you know. Bec does not find me creepy.”
This is fun. Who would have thought Blake was so sensitive.
Blake is a good decent guy, and he does treat the women he sees well. But I also know he has a few kinks that he enjoys at his private club. Not my scene but to each his own.
Sure, Bec isn't a silly young girl easily swayed by a smooth line and can make her own decisions. She's a strong, independent woman who could stand up to him, but I get the impression Bec is at a point where she wants security and a family. I’m sure Blake’s sexual proclivities fit nowhere near that suburban ideal.
To me, they don’t seem to be on the same page, even aside from the company rules.
“Blake, I know you can’t help being a creep.”
I can’t hold back my laughter anymore.
“You’re a fucking asshole, man.”
He leans back into my black leather visitor chair on the other side of my desk.
