around his hips, her feet pushing on his ass cheeks, urging him to take her as his cock slid in and out of her hungry, dripping flesh. Her body's urgency increased until she could barely stand it any longer. She thrashed and moved against him, sweat making their bodies damp and their skin slide erotically together as they strained toward release.
He pummeled her, grunting as each thrust drove home.
Her orgasm came swift and hard, rocking her body. She hung onto him tightly as she found her release, nearly sobbing as he continued to pump her. She milked his cocked, squeezing his shaft as he came, flooding her deep inside with his hot, steaming release. He let out a tortured groan, grabbing her ass and pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible as he shuddered with relief.
Neither one of them spoke in the aftermath, too stunned to form any words. Luke slipped out of her after several moments and moved beside her, pulling her against his muscular body.
Tory was trying to recover her mind, which she had definitely lost while her body had taken over total control. This man had just given her the most incredible experience of her life. How did one recover after that?
She buried her face in his neck, astounded at her behavior. She had been wanton, uninhibited, crazy. It was totally unlike her, and yet, she knew it was a part of her now, hiding, waiting for another chance to emerge. Who knew that she could be such a naughty librarian? It was a part of her that she never knew existed…until tonight.
"That was....amazing." Luke had finally found his voice and it held a touch of awe and wonder.
"Amazing," she agreed, her voice sounding rough and dazed. Tory felt like there was something more she should say, but she couldn't put it into words. "I didn't take your money, Luke,” she whispered, needing him to believe her.
"I know," he told her in a husky voice as he kissed the top of her head. "Please don’t hate me, Tory…but I was lying.”
"You accused me of being a thief," she cried indignantly as she pulled back to look at his face. "You threatened my job." She started to get up off of the couch but he caught her around the waist and pulled her up tight against him.
"I left the wallet on purpose, Tory. I knew you would find it and call me. I wanted you to call me. Don't get mad. My platinum cards have a lot of credit. I trusted you. A lot." His face was serious, his look sheepish.
"Why?," she huffed. "Just for this? Just for a conquest? I guess it worked."
"Why would I do this for a conquest? That makes no sense, Tory, and you are the most sensible, intelligent woman I know." He looked sincerely confused. "I've been chasing after you for almost a year. This is not about a conquest."
"You asked me out a few times--"
"Twenty eight times. There is only so much rejection a guy can take," he answered with exasperation. "I asked you nearly every Friday. Sometimes I'd skip one if my pride was still damaged. I stopped two months ago altogether, but I couldn't stop the way that I felt. I still wanted you. Seeing you every week nearly killed me."
Her heart flip flopped. Twenty eight times? He seemed to be counting. Had she really turned him down that many times? "Then why did you keep trying?"
"Because I think you’re worth it," he answered sincerely. "Because I couldn't believe what I felt was just me…or I hoped it wasn't just me. I thought we clicked. I thought we could have something special." He sighed. “I took a desperate risk to persuade you…but if you had fought it much longer…this wouldn’t have happened. I’m not into unwilling women.”
She should be pissed off…she really, really wanted to be ticked, but the vulnerable look on his face wouldn’t let her. Tory felt the ice around her heart