*warning: this chapter is all smut*

Chapter 35

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I'm having the best day. Too many amazing things have happened.

1. Nailed a meeting I wasn't even ready for.
2. Defended Lucas and gave a scary man a piece of my mind.
3. Got freaking flowers from Lucas!

I feel like I've grown wings. Grown a few inches taller. My head is held higher. There's a bounce to my step. A smile that won't wipe off. I want to squeal and dance.

And it gets better. Lucas is taking me to dinner after work to thank me for saving the day. He's beating himself up for missing the meeting.

"It's okay, we all forget things sometimes." I tell him with a smile. We're at an Italian restaurant, having pasta and pizza. Best comfort food when you're on your period.

"I know." He sighs, his broad shoulders slump a little. It's crazy how much space he occupies. He makes everything look smaller. A beast among us mortals.

He shakes his head and lifts his tired, chestnut eyes on me. Something about the way I'm staring makes him narrow his eyes with contained amusement.

"What?" I grin.

His lips pull up into a slow, dimpled smile. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. Fuck, it's so hot.

"What?" I whine.

"Nothing." His deep voice drips, he looks down at his plate. He bites his lower lip and seems to be thinking about something.

"Are you having dirty thoughts about me?"

He barks a laugh. "Yeah. That's exactly what I'm thinking."

"Want to go to the bathroom?" I ask seductively.

His eyes widen. "No!"

"Why not?" I shrug.

He chuckles in disbelief. "Crazy girl..."

I tilt my head and roam my eyes over him. Long arms resting on the table. Hands slightly folded. Fingers relaxed. I look under the table at his legs.

"What are you doing?" He asks, an edge of discomfort in his voice.

"What would you do if I climbed on your lap right now?"

"I would push you off and call for help."

I chuckle. "No one would save you."

"I'd still try. I would scream and make a scene."

I shake my head with a sly grin. "I rather make you scream in a different context."

"Oh, sure." He scoffs sarcastically.

"Not a fan of public affection?" I rest my hands under my elbows, full attention on him.

"No." He mirrors my body language. "No one needs to know my business."

"Who cares? You don't know these people." I scowl, challenging him. "What happened to your motto of not giving a shit?"

"I give a shit when it comes to stuff like this."

"How come?"

He studies my face, as if gauging how to frame his words. "I told you. I don't share."

I like this protective side of him. It makes me feel safe and small. Seems to nurture a part that's been neglected. Triggers a vulnerability that makes me pleasantly docile.

And it seems to feed him. He notices it. Softens from it. Builds on top of it.

He reaches his hand across the table and takes mine, brushes circles with his thumb. My stomach flutters. He gives me a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry for putting you under that pressure today." He says.

"It's okay. I think it helped me a lot."

"Yeah, but still. It was my mistake. And I asked you to take care of it."

"So? I didn't mind."

"I did." He murmurs with depth. "I like to be the one to take care of things."

I'm seeing a side of him he's never shown before. This deep passion to care. Where has he been hiding it? Is he even aware of how much he's opening?

"You sure do." I say with a suggestive tone, remembering how well he took care of me last night.

"You sure enjoyed it." He smirks huskily.

"I sure did." I reply, tilting my chin up. "Every second of it."

"I'm glad to hear that." His voice drips with promise and his eyes darken a shade.

"You know what else I enjoyed?"

"Hm?"

"The fact that you got me flowers with no occasion."

He smiles boyishly at that, a little embarrassed. It's the most adorable thing. Seeing a man like him flustered.

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My car is parked at work, so Lucas is the one dropping me off. It's dark outside. The traffic lights cast shadows on his features as he drives.

Two Feet plays on the speakers, which sure is sexy and everything, but I'm tired and can't do anything given that my lady parts are bleeding.

Until... it happens.

At last... Lucas's large hand is on my thigh.

We've made it. The promised land. Holy crap.

I slowly lower my eyes to marvel at the contrast. Has my thigh always been so frail?

I gasp and impulsively arch my back as he innocently snakes deeper into my inner thigh, setting the region on fire.

I look up with cheeks heated at Lucas, who glances with devilish smugness.

The bastard brushes his finger slowly near my center. I hold in a frustrated whimper, clenching my thighs. He yanks them apart like I denied him of his property.

"Open."

Arousal trembles through my legs at his order. He reclaims his place, giving it a firm squeeze as if to make a statement.

I lean back in my seat and try to calm my breathing. Lucas continues to drive like it's no big deal. Maybe it isn't a big deal in his planet of torment. But it's a big deal here.

I gulp and look at his profile. That chiseled, cocky jaw that is asking to be licked. Those dark lashes that I'm dying to touch. Those lips that I want to attack. That long neck that I need to bite. That shirt that I need to rip.

My eyes travel to his lap, landing on his crotch. My breathing gets heavier. He is so hot.

"What's on your mind?" He asks.

My mouth is parched. I swallow the sliver of spit, and with tingling energy, I lift my arm and put my small hand on his thigh.

I slowly caress up, glued to my destination, when he removes his hand and stops mine.

"Hey, hey, hey." He warns with low, feigned sternness. He's thoroughly amused.

"What, you can do it to me but I can't?"

"I'm driving."

"Then drive." I smile wickedly.

He glances at me in disbelief. "You're evil, you know that?"

"Am I?" I push my hand back on him, brushing my palm against his denim jeans.

"Layla."

"Yeah, say my name."

He chuckles under his breath. "You're going to pay for this."

"Then I better make the most out of it."

"What are you doing?"

I flick my lashes up at him and keep my gaze on his face as I slowly palm him over his jeans. My lips part with satisfaction to find him already effected by my teasing.

I can see his jaw strain with tension, but his eyes sparkle. The conflict mixing in his features only fuels me more.

"You know... " I purr and reach my other hand towards my seatbelt. "I never properly thanked you for my flowers..."

He's rendered with surprise and I take the silence to push the button of my seat belt, letting it slide back to its place and free my upper body.

Lucas's face whips to me then frantically back at the road. His eyes are a little wide. He is so caught off guard.

"You can't be serious."

"No?" I grip him firmly over his jeans, loving the way he feels. I want to unravel this package and see what's waiting for me.

I lean over and use both hands to unbuckle his belt, Lucas is still in shock, not moving, eyes on the road.

The moment is slightly ruined when I fail at unbuckling. I tug the damn thing and it won't move.

"Um... can you help."

I've never seen him move so fast. He flies his hand down there and unbuckles in miliseconds.

Ah, back to business. I use my strength to undo the button of his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down.

"Oh my God, you're crazy... " He murmurs heavily, his breathing already changed.

I smile slowly. "What's new?"

Two Feet knows what's up, because it starts singing a sultry tune that just makes the scene perfect. I slide my hand under Lucas's jeans and lower my palm over his black briefs.

Oh my. Wow. Um. Hello.

I almost lose the upper hand when I realize what I might be dealing with. I haven't even seen it yet, but I'm already intimidated.

Lucas is furiously checking his mirrors, probably worried about cops or passing strangers. But he doesn't stop me. I wrap my fingers around the waistband of his briefs and slide my hand inside.

He releases a harsh breath when my skin touches his as I wrap around his length. With a little bit of struggle I finally take him out and my eyes bulge at what I'm working with.

Lucas has a bit of a crazed look in his eyes, like he's mind fucked and can't believe what's happening. And to be honest same here, but I've already come this far, I can't back down.

So I slide down my seat and settle on my knees, leaning my upper body over to him.

"Fuck... " Lucas groans quietly, realizing that this is actually happening.

I put one palm on his thigh and wrap the other around him, hovering my mouth. My hair cascades over my face, blocking access to air.

He releases another rugged, shaken breath and tenderly threads his hand around my hair, pulling them away from my face. His touch spreads goosebumps over my skin and I arch my body like an animal being pet.

The speed of the car shakes me a little and creates an extra challenge, but I focus and steady myself, determined to nail this. I open my mouth and let my tongue slip out and slowly circle around his head.

"Fuck... " Lucas exhales harshly, loudly. His hand around my hair tightens and I lose my mind over his reaction. But I'm not going to make it easy for him. I'm going to torture him just like he tortured me.

So I lick him slowly, over and over again, making him think I'm going to wrap my mouth around him. But every time my lips close around it, I loosen them and twirl my tongue again.

Lucas hits on the gas pedal and speeds ahead, cussing under his breath, urging me to go on.

I slide my tongue down and up his length to make sure it's thoroughly wet and let my hand take over the rhythm while I work around his head. He couldn't feel more smooth and solid, I almost feel bad for how hard he is, so I get more generous and take him deeper.

"Fuck!" Lucas hisses and groans. I clench my thighs together with my own aching arousal. Dying from his reactions, wanting more of them.

I go deeper until he hits the back of my throat and feel frustrated that I won't be able to fully take him in. Good thing I don't mind a challenge and don't deliver less than my best.

I take both hands to work on the bottom and deep throat the rest, all in sync, all for him. Lucas is going crazy and I can't think straight. The car is going fast and my body is moving with it, my jaw is getting sore and in the back of my head I question whether I'll need a chiropractor for my neck, but I won't stop, not until I reach the end.

Suddenly Lucas stops the car and I lift my head to see he's off the freeway on a dark street. He turns off the car and the music stops. I look at his face, his lips parted and eyes wild, a look I've never seen before. Like he's out of control.

He grits his jaw and puts his hand on my head, pushing me back down. The instant my mouth is around him again, he releases a struggled groan and raises his hips, hitting the back of my throat, holding it there until I can't breathe. My body tenses, nails digging into his thighs as I choke on him.

He lowers his hips and let's me take over. My mouth gets watered and I softly moan.

"Don't stop... " He whispers, his gruff tone lost and breathless. "Fuck... keep going... "

How can I refuse? I loosen my throat and go harder and deeper. My spit drips down around my hands until the car is filled with sounds of wet friction, soft moans, and rough groans.

His hand slides down my lower back and palms my ass, then lands with a loud smack, making me jerk forward. He hisses with satisfaction as I whimper from the pain, realizing that he's taking the wheel and I'm now in his control.

He moves his hand between my legs and I flinch, not wanting him to touch me when I'm on my period. He sends a harder smack on my ass, telling me to not move, and I moan to beg him to not do it.

"Keep sucking... " He orders, but thankfully listens. His hand moves up my back, making me tense and arch with anticipation, every inch of me sensitive and on guard for his next move.

He fists my hair as if noticing my distraction and shoves me down harder, making me thrash around in protest. "Focus on that cock." He warns and spanks me again.

I'm a pile of pleading limbs, literally on my knees, doing what he wants. I'm tired, exhausted, and so fucking turned on.

His hand moves around my neck and slides inside my shirt. He cups my breast, pulling my nipple between two fingers. I moan louder as my head floods with pleasure, charged with new energy to take control. I suck him harder and deeper and faster.

"Good girl... suck that cock... " He menaces with approval and continues to torment my breast, getting rougher, pinching more and more until the pain shoots between my legs and my moans get wilder.

I don't even realize with my own aroused tension how Lucas releases his own down my throat. His entire body trembles and his breath spills shaken, shocked, and heavy. I still my movements and let him finish until his muscles loosen and he exhales slowly.

I lick my lips and slowly slump in my seat, eyes closed, chest heaving, out of breath. I pull down the little mirror to see my eyes watered, lips red and swollen, hair a mess.

I roll my head to the side to find Lucas catching his breath, his mouth parted like I just rocked his world. He looks back at me, eyes on fire with excitement I've never seen before.

"Did you like that?" I ask with a cheeky, breathless smirk.

Now he's the one laughing. Thick, masculine and thoroughly satisfied.

And I think to myself... checkmate, bitch.

~ A/N ~
So... who's really the lucky one? Hehe