Rachel went back home. It hadn’t been long that she left so she doubted if Luke and Allie were back.
As expected, when she got into the house, they weren’t back. That was good for her because she needed quiet to think about her grand plan to make Luke hers. She decided to go into their room. Maybe she was going to find something there. Something that will ease her diabolic plans.
She got into their room and began to search everywhere. The drawers, the tables, everywhere until she found a document folder.
The folder looked peculiar so she decided to look inside.
She opened it and began to read through the documents.
What the fuck! She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Contract documents? A fucking marriage contract between Luke and Allie?
That meant Luke and Allie’s marriage wasn’t real. They were only married on paper. A contract.
Why had they done that? No wonder Allie didn’t look confident of Luke’s love. But why did Luke say that he loved Allie? Was it just a lie? Or was it a one sided love?
They’d probably drafted a contract marriage because of Allie’s pregnancy. Which means if there wasn’t any pregnancy, there was no reason to be together.
Rachel felt a surge of exhilaration. This contract was a total game changer. Everything was going to be made easy for her now.
She couldn’t contain her excitement. She quickly ran to Bennett’s house.
“What’s it again? You look so excited” Bennett asked
“Yes, love”
“What’s the good news”
“Luke and Allie’s marriage isn’t real. It’s a contract marriage ”
“Really?” He was shocked
“Yes ” she squeaked happily. “It’ll make my work easier. I’m going to separate them easily and make Luke mine again”
“You know what we should do to celebrate?” She beamed at Bennett
“What? What should we do?”
“Fuck”
She said and claimed his mouth again then with even greater urgency and her body leapt and yearned and learned all at the same time. There was something about him, something that called to her down deep inside. He nudged the door open with his shoulder, brought her down on her narrow single bed and somehow nibbled on the soft sensitive fullness of her lower lip at the same time. His knowing mouth traced the corded delicacy of her throat, touching and teasing places she hadn’t known were erogenous to send searing flashes of blinding delicious desire racing through her. She slammed the door shut on the doubts at the back of her head.
He quickly carried her and tossed her on the bed
Her glorious hair lay in a tangle across the pillow. There was a dazed look in her soulful eyes. Her mouth was swollen and red from his kisses and the allure of her called to him as strongly as a siren song. He flipped off her shoes, tugged at her sensible socks. He wanted to strip her bare, he wanted to see her. Rachel came up on her elbows and reached down to unzip her trousers. He brushed her hand away and took over.
The pull towards him that she felt was not hers alone. In the interim he tugged off her trousers, frowning down at the plasters marring the smooth sweep of her slim, shapely bare legs. There might not be much of her but there was a delicate perfection to every line of her diminutive body, he decided as he roughly unknotted his tie. Rachel came up on her knees, no longer content to be passive, and removed his tie for him. Her hands lowered and slid beneath his suit jacket to his shoulders and the sheer heat of his hard muscular flesh burned through his shirt. She paused, gazing at him eye to eye for the first time, loving the blaze of intensity she saw there. There was nothing cool about Bennett in this particular mood and he couldn’t hide the fact.
He captured her face between his big hands and claimed her mouth with hungry fervour, his innate need to dominate taking over while a low growl of satisfaction vibrated in his throat.
Her head swam and the tug at the heart of her intensified, so that she leant forward, bracing her weight on his shoulders. She wasn’t aware of him unbuttoning her tunic but she absolutely froze in dismay when he slid a hand between the parted edges, her heart thudding like a drum inside her.
She never wore a bra, had never needed to, and this was the moment he would learn that she had nothing much to offer up top where other women had a feminine bounty. But he didn’t hesitate or even tense in surprise. Instead, he cupped a slight swell in one hand and stroked a thumb across an almost painfully swollen nipple and she flinched, so on edge that she felt the thrumming power of that casual caress right down to her toes. With his free hand he lowered her down on the bed and straightened to pitch off his jacket, letting it fall carelessly on the floor.
He shed his trousers and she looked … of course, she looked at the distinctive bulge in his close fitting boxers. It looked massive, and she swallowed hard. From his long, hair-roughened thighs to his broad shoulders and sleek narrow hips, he was all male, lithe and powerfully muscled. As he skimmed off his last garment she glanced hurriedly away, shy and unsure, but when he came back to her she felt his erection brush her thigh and she shivered.
He came into contact with her nerve-chilled lower limbs, his body hot as a furnace against hers.
He kissed her, and she gripped his shoulders, needing him to hold on to as his tongue mated with hers and the wild fever kicked off inside her again. It was like nothing she had ever felt, an insane, intoxicating flood of need that left her dizzy and trembling. Her hands sank into the silky luxuriance of his black hair.
Bennett was struggling to contain his hunger and slow down. She was tiny and fragile and he didn’t want to hurt her. Lying there with her eyes wide open and somehow trusting as he gazed down at her, she seemed achingly vulnerable and naive and that sent a chord of dismay travelling through him. And then she shifted under him and her smooth soft skin slid against his and the peachy floral scent of her entrapped him, bringing the desire back full force. With the ease of long habit and strong self-control he stifled the stab of misgiving. She was happy, he was happy, why complicate things? This was sex, nothing but sex, and he never wrapped it up as anything other than a meeting of bodies.
He bent his arrogant dark head and shimmied down a little on the bed to lower his mouth to a very swollen nipple the delicate shade of an apricot and wonderfully ripe. Rachel gritted her teeth as sensation darted through her as though there were a line of elastic jerking taut between breast and pelvis. He rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers and then he sucked them and her hips rose off the bed and she gasped