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Raising my eyebrows, I took my hands from his shoulders and lifted my hair up, piling it on my head, keeping it pinned there with my hands. Then I circled my hips, slowly and sensually. “Slow like this?”
“Oh, you’re such a bitch.” He groaned, his fingers digging into my leg muscles. “Fine, go ahead. Put on your little show. But when you move like that, you know I can’t control myself.”
“You want a show?” I teased, letting my hair fall. “I’ll give you a show.”
Bringing my hands to my breasts, I snaked my body above his, letting the movement roll through me like waves from shoulder to hip. Lucas’s mouth dropped open as I played with my nipples. “You like that?”
“Yeah. God, I love that.” He sat up taller, away from the headboard, and brought his mouth to one breast, licking a circle around one hard nipple. I took his head in my hands and watched, gasping when he took the pebbled peak into his mouth, sucking long and hard. Jesus, that feels good. I moved my hips, tiny little thrusts that had my walls tightening around him within a minute.
“Move down,” I demanded. “Now.”
For a second I thought he might take offense to being bossed around like that during sex but to my immense relief, he slid onto his back, breathing hard. He’s just as close. He wants it as badly as I do. Falling forward, I held onto the headboard and let my hair graze his chest as I moved over him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this all day,” I said, riding him harder with every word. “And it feels so good to get you right where I want you.”
“Oh my God.” Lucas grabbed my hips and held me tight to his body as I thrashed above him. “You’re gonna make me come so hard. You want it?”
“Yes, I want it. Now. Now!” A anguished cry escaped my lips as I felt him begin to throb inside me, flooding my pussy with liquid heat. Each pulse of his cock tossed me higher, pulled me tighter, pushed me closer, until finally I barreled right over the edge of Now, sailed off the cliff of Yes Yes Yes, and drowned in a sea of Oh My Fucking God.
“So.” Lucas sat back in the booth of the little diner we’d chosen for breakfast. “Now that we’ve decided to cohabitate, we need to tackle some big questions.”
“Agreed.” I sipped hot black coffee from a thick handled mug, the best coffee in the entire world, as far as I was concerned. Was it possible to feel happier than I did at that moment? Ever since last night, I’d been wired, filled with an insanely joyful energy that seemed to feed on itself, multiplying every time good things happened.
And a lot of good things had happened.
In addition to Lucas being the one to suggest living together, Coco had texted that the DAC was available on Karen White’s chosen date and she was already moving forward on the details, my mother had left a voicemail that she had decided to stay in a hotel rather than my condo when she visited me next month (I love my mother, but we get along much better when we don’t share a roof), and best of all, Jessica was gone.
When Lucas checked his phone this morning, she’d already left him a message saying that she was accepting a job on a cruise ship and would be staying at a hotel until she left the following week. He’d wanted to call her back and demand an explanation for her behavior in the bathroom, force her to admit she’d lied and make her apologize to me, but I told him to forget it. I had everything I wanted, and I didn’t need her flimsy excuses or phony apology. And the cruise ship job? How fucking perfect.
Bon voyage, Little Mermaid.
“Number one,” Lucas went on. “Where are we going to live?”
“Well, what are the choices?”
“New York? Detroit?”
“Paris?” I said wistfully.
His eyes smiled at me over the rim of his cup. “You want to move to Paris?” Setting down his coffee, he looked at me thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t be able to work there unless you got a permit, which is next to impossible to get.”
“Oh.” I wrinkled my nose. “Work. I forgot about that.”
Lucas laughed. “We can visit though. Any time you want, once school is out in May. Actually I have a week off in March too, which I was planning to use to come see you in Detroit, but Paris is nice in March, too. We can go then.”
Clapping my hands like an excited toddler, I squealed. “Can we really?”
“Sure. But that’s not helping us decide where to live.”
“Right.” I leaned back as the waitress served our plates full of eggs, toast, potatoes, and bacon. “Should we flip a coin?”
Lucas choked on his coffee and set it down so abruptly it sloshed over the side. “Flip a coin! To decide where to live? Who are you and what have you done with my Mia?” I laughed as he went on. “Don’t you want to make a list or something? Pros and cons of each city? Compare and contrast the cost of living? Check some kind of Happiness Index?”
I wadded up my napkin and threw it at him. “Ha, ha. No. Actually,” I continued, picking up a forkful of my Greek Omelette, “I’m being honest when I say I could be happy anywhere with you. I do have a business in Detroit, so I have to think about that. Coco and I started it together, and while I think she could run it on her own, maybe with help, it would be hard for me to up and leave.”
“Hmm.” Lucas used my napkin to mop up the coffee he’d spilled. “And I have a teaching position here, but my graduate work is done. I could look for another position somewhere else. Or…” Taking a bite of toast, he chewed for a moment before going on. “Or I could do something completely different.”
“Like what?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately about opening up my own place.”
