At Home Late CH 36

I let out a light scoff and roll my eyes before frantically typing out a response
telling him what I saw, that our relationship was over, and to never contact me
again.
I shove my phone back into my purse and then drop it onto the couch. Luke
moves right next to me, close enough that i can feel his warm breath delicately
caressing the flesh of my neck.
“Something wrong?” he asks with genuine concem shining beneath his eyes.
I shake my head. “No, Mr….Luke, it’s just Jason wondering how my birthday is
going. I never told Jason which club we’d be celebrating at, so he had no clue
that I was aware of his cheating”
Luke gently places a hand on my shoulder, and I instantly sense a rush of warmth
consuming me. “Jason might be my son, but honestly he didn’t deserve you,” his
tender words send a tingle crawling down my spine.
“You’re a beautiful, smart, young woman and any man would be lucky to have
you.” His eyes now appear to be filled with admiration as well as crazed lust.
Though that could just be my wishful thinking. I’m sure someone like Luke could
have any woman he desires. I doubt he’d want an inexperienced, virgin like me.
“Thank you,” I say shyly and glance at the floor.
Luke lifts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “You don’t
have to thank me, Abby. It’s the truth,” he says sincerely, his voice deep and
husky.
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I feel a wave of heat spreading through
my body. Feeling his flesh on mine sends shivers down my spine. His eyes are
filled with intense passion as if he’s fighting something within himself,
I try to remind myself that he’s Jason’s father. He should be completely off–limits
to me. But that doesn’t stop the inappropriate thoughts that are pouring through
my mind.
I bite lightly at my bottom lip, sensing the wetness growing between my thighs.
Fantasies of Luke have flashed in my head a handful of times since I’ve known
him. And ever since I discovered Jason’s infidelity, they seem to be ramping up to
an almost unbearable height
Despite being in his early forties, Luke is so damn good–looking. Much sexier
than any guy I’ve ever gone out with. With his perfect chestnut hair, his dreamy,
bedroom eyes, and the welltoned frame that his clothes are hardly concealing.
What woman wouldn’t jump at the chance to have even one night with him?
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his strong
hands on my body, to have him take my virginity. My heart is pounding between
my ears when I look up at him, trying to hide the arousal that’s boiling inside me.
The way he’s looking down at me has my breath catching in my throat. Almost as
if he’s considering devouring me, right here, this second
He clears his throat, breaking through the silence. “I have to grab something from
upstairs. Then I can take you home. He gives me a slight smile, though there
seems to be a hint of disappointment beneath it.
Without thinking. I blurt out, “Do you have to take me right away?” For some
reason, the thought of going home so soon, away from him, is causing a
tightness in my chest. “I mean, it’s just, I don’t know if I want to be alone right
now after what happened earlier.”
He peers down at me, his eyes growing wide. “Ok,” he responds and his smile
spreads across his face. “Have you eaten yet? I can whip something up for you if
you’d like.”
My heartbeat quickens and another wave of warmth courses through my veins.
I’ve never had a man cook other than my dad, but that doesn’t count.
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I try to remind myself that he’s Jason’s father. He should be completely off–limits
to me. But that doesn’t stop the inappropriate thoughts that are pouring through
my mind.
I bite lightly at my bottom lip, sensing the wetness growing between my thighs.
Fantasies of Luke have flashed in my head a handful of times since I’ve known
him. And ever since I discovered Jason’s infidelity, they seem to be ramping up to
an almost unbearable height.
Despite being in his early forties, Luke is so damn good–looking. Much sexier
than any guy I’ve ever gone out with. With his perfect chestnut hair, his dreamy,
bedroom eyes, and the welltoned frame that his clothes are hardly concealing.
What woman wouldn’t jump at the chance to have even one night with him?
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his strong
hands on my body, to have him take my virginity. My heart is pounding between
my ears when I look up at him, trying to hide the arousal that’s boiling inside me.
The way he’s looking down at me has my breath catching in my throat. Almost as
if he’s considering devouring me, right here, this second
He clears his throat, breaking through the silence. “I have to grab something from
upstairs. Then I can take you home.” He gives me a slight smile, though there
seems to be a hint of disappointment beneath it.
Without thinking, I blurt out, “Do you have to take me right away?” For some
reason, the thought of going home so soon, away from him, is causing a
tightness in my chest. “I mean, it’s just, I don’t know if I want to be alone right
now after what happened earlier.”
He peers down at me, his eyes growing wide. “Ok,” he responds and his smile
spreads across his face. “Have you eaten yet? I can whip something up for you if
you’d like
My heartbeat quickens and another wave of warmth courses through my veins.
I’ve never had a man cook for me. other than my dad, but that doesn’t count
“Didn’t you eat already though?” I ask him, remembering the group of men
outside of the restaurant. “I don’t want to trouble you.
Well,
He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t order much earlier. Besides, it’s your birthday, I’d
love to feed you. It’s the least I could do as a gift.”
As I nod my head in agreement, I can’t help but imagine him doing much more
than just feeding me.
Luke
I lead Abby to the kitchen, feeling my cock swell with every stride. She’s young
enough to be my daughter. And she’s my son’s girlfriend, I keep trying to remind
myself,
But no matter how hard I try to fight it, my focus keeps going back to dirty
forbidden thoughts about her, How it’d feel to have her soft lips wrapped around
me, how full and perky her tits are. And how sweet her pussy would taste while
she’s climaxing on my tongue.
Stop it, you perv.
I try to shake the images away. Abby’s just had her heart broken. Getting banged
by a man old enough to be her father is probably the furthest thing on her mind
right now.
I know this, but the pull toward her is too damn strong.
I already felt an instant attraction to Abby when Jason first introduced us. And
ever since I overheard him last week cracking jokes to his best friend about her
still being a virgin, that attraction intensified.
I knew then that I wanted to be the one to claim her. The first and only one.
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No matter how wrong it is, a woman like Abby comes around
once in a lifetime. And I intend to grab the opportunity.
I pull a stool out from the kitchen island and gesture for her to sit down, angling
my body to try to conceal my raging erection. “Can I get you something to
drink?” I ask, noticing her eyes drifting to the fridge.
Abbyn
nods. “Water is fine.” She continues to glance around the kitchen, taking in the
oversized, stainless–steel appliances, the marbled countertops, and the expensive
expresso maker that one of my longtime clients bought me as a thank–you gift
last year.
“Wow, this kitchen is gorgeous!” she tells me as I open the fridge and grab a
bottle of Fiji water.
I place the bottle in front of her and can’t help but smile at the way her eyes are
sparkling from the overhead lights. “Thanks,” she says and quickly takes a few
sips.
An overwhelming urge to hold her, to protect her, to be the one to make sure
she never experiences sadness again is beginning to consume me. I can’t believe
anyone would want to betray her the way Jason has.
“Are you feeling a little better?” I ask her while pulling out a few ingredients from
the fridge. I plan to make her one of my favorite dishes. Aloney garlic salmon,
pan seared scallops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes.
Admittedly, I don’t cook often. But for Abby, I wouldn’t mind being in this kitchen
every night if it meant bringing her happiness.
“Yeah, much better since I dumped him,” she announces.
I glance back and notice her full lips curling into a tiny smile. Seeing her sadness
washing away tugs at my heart in a way that I’ve never experienced.
“Good for you.” I tell her while placing the items on the counter next to the stove.
“Any man would be thrilled to be with someone like you,” my sincere words flow
out of me without a second thought. I want Abby to realize how special she truly
is. “You can do much better than him.”
She lets out a soft gasp and her eyes widen a little. I feel my cock swelling once
more as I’m taking in the sight of how beautiful and innocent she is at this
moment
“Do you really n
mean that?” she asks me in a hushed voice while looking down at the marble
counter.