After a week, she reluctantly had to admit, their honeymoon was over. She dreaded to leave the beautiful resort and fly back home with Luke.
Hours later, she was back home with Luke.
"Are you going to work today?" She asked
"Nope" he answered with his eyes fixed on the phone.
When they got home, the house workers brought in their luggage and followed them in.
"Hey baby" a read haired woman said to Luke immediately they got into the house
Luke looked shocked, as if he'd seen a ghost
"What are you doing here? How did you get into my house" he asked her
Allie stood silent because she didn't know what to say. Who was this woman to Luke? How did she know the passcode to Luke's house? Even Allie didn't know the passcode.
"Baby, didn't you miss me?" She came towards Luke and made to hug him but he dodged her
"I asked how you got in here, Rachel" he glared at her
"Did you forget that I know your house passcode?" She rolled her eyes. "why wouldn't I know them when we lived together?"
The saliva dried from Allie's mouth. They lived together? What did she want now?
"I need to change that passcode" he mumbled. "what are doing here Rachel?"
She lowered her gaze "I came back quickly when I realized my feelings for you, Luke. I shouldn't have left you. We shouldn't have gotten divorced" she gazed up at Luke. "I love you Luke"
Divorced? She was Luke's ex wife? She knew that Luke got married after she dumped him and she also knew when Luke got divorced. She never once met Luke's wife and she didn't expect her come to Luke like this. She inhaled nervously. What was going on here? Her head suddenly spun. Belated motion sickness hit her and she swayed.
"Allie" Luke shouted and caught her. "we'll talk about this later, Rachel"
"Who's she?" Rachel asked
"Allie's my secretary" he said as he carried Allie and ran up the stairs, to his room.
"Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital?" He said as he dropped her on the bed
"I'm okay " she whispered. "I just felt a little dizzy"
"I'm sorry about Rachel. You must be shocked"
"What does she want?" Allie clenched her jaw
"Obviously, I don't know."
"And you told her I was your secretary?" She frowned
"Um...I just said whatever came to mind. You've been my secretary for years and I haven't gotten used to you being my wife"
"How very convenient for you, Luke. I was your wife back at the honeymoon suite but now I'm your secretary because your ex wife is here?"
"Allie, please. No dramas now"
"How could she even come here and say she has feelings for you? That's ridiculous! I--"
"Wait a minute, Allie! Are you jealous?"
A pool of blood heated her cheeks and she met his gaze angrily. "Jealous? Why would I be when this isn't even a real marriage" she said this to remind herself instead of him
"You shouldn't be" he said as he cupped her face. "I'll always want you"
"You--" she started to say but her words were lost beneath the hard, heady pressure of his mouth, for he had pulled her into his arms without warning and had begun to kiss her in a way which took her breath away.
"Luke!" she gasped.
Her mouth opened up beneath his and it was enough to ignite all the fire and the fury which had been smouldering away inside him. He kissed her until she was melting and aching and moaning beneath his seasoned touch, and only then did he lift his head and glitter a hard, bright question down at her.
"Luke…what?" he questioned huskily, moving his mouth to her throat to trace a featherlight kiss along its silken path.
It would be madness to protest that he had never kissed her like this before—not when she had spent hours wondering why.
"Oh-oh-oh!" She shuddered as he lightly drifted his hand over her breast.
A grim, silent smile of triumph curved his hard lips as his fingertips returned to whisper over their pert lushness. "Oh, what, Allie?" came the silken query. "Is that good?"
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "So good!"
A tiny pulse flickered in the centre of one tensed olive cheek.
"Tell me what it is you want,"he grated.
Instinct took over from reservation and sent the words spilling out of their own accord. "That," she sighed, as his fingers brushed fleetingly against the aching mounds of her breasts. "That's what I want!"
He cupped the magnificent swell in his hand and rubbed a slow and deliberate circle with his thumb.
"Like this, you mean?"
She nodded as pleasure constricted her throat into a tight, dry band.
"I can't hear you, Allie,"he urged softly.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes! Just like that. Oh, Luke…"
How he had misjudged her! Oh, yes! He could feel her responsive body pressing close to his, and knew that if he put his hand up her skirt she would not stop him. How far would she let him go in public? Would she let him unzip himself and plunge right in? Probably.
But she didn't hesitate, she let him remove her clothes and take off his.
Luke appeared to take that candour very much in his stride. He captured her hands in his so that she could no longer hide her body from him.
For a timeless moment she lay there while he caressed her wrists with his thumbs, his attention hotly pinned to the stiff crests of her prominent nipples. "You have very pretty breasts," he husked, intense blue eyes embellished by lush black lashes.
Embarrassment claimed her. She could not be comfortable lying there naked in broad daylight. She shut her eyes tight and wondered what insanity had come over her and then he kissed her again and the insanity came back with a vengeance, blurring all rational thought and inhibition. Nothing had ever felt so sweet or so necessary to her as his mouth. His tongue plunged into the tender responsive interior of her mouth and lit her up inside like a fire. She had not known that much pleasure could exist in mere kissing.
Her hands sank into his black hair as he nibbled down the cord of her slender neck and began to centre his attentions on her swollen sensitive breasts. His tongue lashed over the tender tips before the graze of his teeth on her delicate flesh made her cry out and tremble while the burn of excitement travelled straight to the moist heat gathering at the heart of her body. He pressed the heel of his hand against the apex of her thighs and she writhed, helpless beneath that pleasure inflicted on the most sensitive part of her. She felt the zip give on her jeans, her hands falling from him as he sat up to remove the garment.
"This is crazy," she muttered jaggedly, "out of control."
"I've never been out of control in bed before. It's exciting," Luke confided, pushing up her face with an impatient hand to steal another explosive kiss.
And when his hard, hungry mouth was sealed to hers, nothing mattered and nothing else existed. He cupped the damp crotch of her knickers and then whisked them off to explore the slick wet folds of her pussy. She was hyper-sensitive there and she dug her hips into the mattress beneath her and little sounds escaped her lips without her volition. Teasing the delicate pussy, he rubbed the tiny bud where all her nerve-endings centred. Drenched in exquisite waves of pleasure beyond any she had ever experienced, she became ever more frantic. A sense of pressure was building in her tummy and a pulsing ache stirred between her legs, making her feel unbearably taut and needy.
"Luke!" She groaned his name
Luke slid between her thighs. She looked up at him with apprehensive green eyes, reacting to the probing feel of him against her most intimate place. He shifted and sank into her pussy, stretching her hot tight channel with his girth and length. His hungry growl of pleasure masked her hastily swallowed huff of pain as he thrust past her resisting pussy and filled her to the hilt.
"You're so tight you feel incredible," Angelo groaned, blue eyes radiating deep sensual satisfaction as he gripped her hips in hard hands and moved slowly and erotically, acquainting her with the full extent of his power.
Instinct made her arch her spine and rise up as he withdrew and slammed back into her in a pagan rhythm that made her every sense sing. Her body wasn't her own any more. Invaded and controlled by his driving urgency and her own need to answer its demands, she was overwhelmed by the thunderously exciting rise of pleasure. The pressure built and built to a nerve-racking high inside her. She squirmed and writhed in the last seconds before an explosive orgasm ripped through her trembling body like an earthquake, sending sweet shards of ecstatic pleasure shooting through every limb.
Afterwards she was drained and wrapped in a cocoon of exhaustion. He gazed down at her, blue eyes shimmering, and he kissed her again, slow and deep and hungry. Hungry? He was ready to do it again. She wasn't and was taken aback by his energy.
"Luke" she said amidst the kiss
"What?" He trailed kisses down her neck
Before she could answer, the door to the room swung open and Rachel entered
"Your secretary, you said?" She screamed. "you're fucking your secretary?"