Emily curled into the corner of the plush sofa, savouring the warmth of the coffee mug in her hands. Lucas settled her legs across his lap, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her shin. The gentle touch sent pleasant tingles up her spine.
“So, any big Sunday plans?” Lucas asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
Emily took a sip of coffee before responding. “Normally I’d say hell no. Sundays are for lounging and recovering from Saturday night’s bad decisions.” She smirked. “But I’ve got this massive project that’s kicking my ass – that new gallery opening in the city centre. Deadlines are breathing down my neck, so I’ll need to put in a few hours later.”
Lucas’ hand stilled on her leg. “Work on a Sunday? That’s practically blasphemy.”
“Tell me about it,” Emily groaned. “But duty calls. If this project goes well, it’ll mean big things for my parents and I guess my company. If it goes wrong…”
Lucas’ fingers traced lazy patterns on Emily’s shin as he nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his rugged features. “I’m sure whatever you come up with will be bloody brilliant, love.”
Emily felt a warm glow at his praise, even as her mind raced ahead to the mountain of work awaiting her. “Thanks. It’s a big project, but I think we’re on track.”
“Got a specific time you need to be there?” Lucas asked, his piercing blue eyes studying her face.
“Yeah, meeting Dad and Sophia at the office at 2,” Emily replied, stretching languidly. The movement made Lucas’ t-shirt ride up, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of skin.
Lucas glanced at his phone. “It’s 11 now. I can give you a lift if you want.”
Emily smiled, warmth blooming in her chest at his thoughtfulness. “That’d be great, actually. Though I can’t exactly waltz in wearing last night’s dress or your t-shirt, can I?” She chuckled, picturing the scandalized looks she’d get.
“Might cause a bit of a stir,” Lucas agreed with a wry grin. “Reckon we should swing by yours first then?”
Emily nodded, reluctant to leave the cozy cocoon they’d created but knowing she had to face reality eventually. At least she had a couple more hours with Lucas before diving back into work mode.
Emily’s eyes danced with mischief as she replied, “Home would be perfect, thanks. I’ll grab my car there and head to the office.” She stretched languidly, her dress riding up her thighs.
Lucas traced a finger along her calf, smirking. “Shame we can’t take the bike. Those stilettos and that dress would make one hell of a sight on the back of my Harley.”
Emily slid her hand up Lucas’ thigh, reveling in the way his muscles tensed under her touch. She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Looks like we’ve got time for another round, stud.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened with desire. In one fluid motion, he plucked the coffee mug from her hands and set it aside. Before Emily could blink, he was between her legs, strong hands gripping her hips.
Their lips crashed together in a searing kiss. Emily moaned, tangling her fingers in Lucas’ hair as his tongue swept into her mouth. Heat pooled low in her belly.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Lucas growled against her lips. “You drive me crazy.”
Emily arched into him, desperate for more contact. “Then do something about it, daddy.”
His hand slipped under the t-shirt she wore, calloused fingers skimming over her bare skin. Emily shivered at the touch, her nipples tightening in anticipation.
Lucas broke the kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.
“You,” Emily gasped. “All of you.” Her head fell back as he sucked at the sensitive spot behind her ear. God, how did he always know exactly how to touch her?
She rocked her hips against him, feeling his hardness through his jeans. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her core. Emily’s thoughts scattered, overwhelmed by raw need.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me.”
Lucas’ eyes locked with hers, pupils blown wide with lust. “As you wish, baby girl.”
Emily’s fingers fumbled with the zip of Lucas’ jeans, her heart racing as she pushed the denim down his muscular legs with her feet. The familiar crinkle of foil made her breath catch.
In one fluid motion, Lucas sheathed himself and plunged inside her. Emily gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“Fuck, you feel so good, daddy,” she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Lucas grunted in response, setting a punishing rhythm. Emily’s head fell back against the couch cushions, waves of pleasure washing over her.
“That’s it, take all of me,” Lucas growled in her ear.
Emily whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity. Part of her marveled at how quickly things had escalated, how natural it felt to be with Lucas like this.
Her body moved instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust. She’d worry about the implications later. Right now, all that mattered was chasing that exquisite high.
“Don’t stop,” Emily panted. “Please don’t stop.”
Lucas’ fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Let go for me.”
Emily gasped as Lucas lifted her legs over his shoulder, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through her core. She gripped the couch cushions, her nails digging in as he drove deeper.
“Oh fuck, Lucas,” she moaned. “Right there.”
He grunted in response, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pounded into her relentlessly. Emily’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensations.
God, he felt incredible. The fullness, the friction, the way he hit every sensitive spot inside her. It was intoxicating.
“You feel so good, baby girl,” Lucas growled. “So tight and wet for me.”
Emily whimpered, heat blooming in her cheeks at his words. She rolled her hips to meet each thrust, chasing her building orgasm.
“Please don’t stop, daddy,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
Lucas increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Emily cried out as the coil of pleasure in her core wound tighter and tighter.
Emily gasped as Lucas drove into her with increasing intensity, her legs trembling over his shoulder. The couch creaked beneath them as he picked up his pace, hips pistoning against hers.
“Fuck, daddy,” she moaned. “You feel so good.”
Lucas grunted in response, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through Emily’s body, building to an overwhelming crescendo.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Lucas panted. “Let go for me.”