“I’ll answer. Take your time, make him sweat.” She kisses my cheek and hurries down the stairs.

I stare at myself in the mirror for a few more minutes, and then put my things in Jules’ red handbag.

Here goes nothing.

Do not fall down the stairs. Do not fall down the stairs. This is my mantra as I walk down the stairs. I don’t think I’m breathing, I’m too nervous. Where is he taking me?

I get to the bottom of the stairs and enter the foyer and all of my wits completely scatter.

Luke is wearing a black double breasted suit with a white shirt and a blue tie that perfectly matches his incredible eyes. His messy hair has been tamed somewhat, and it’s begging for my fingers. He looks every bit the wealthy, sophisticated movie star, and he’s all mine.

His eyes lock on mine and a slow, delighted grin spreads across his face.

“Natalie, you take my breath away.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Luke closes the gap between us and hands me a bouquet of red roses.

“These are for you.”

“Thank you,” I murmur as I bury my nose in them and breathe them in.

“They’re lovely.”

“We

should

go,

we

have

reservations.” He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, shooting shivers up my arm.

“Okay.”

Jules

magically

appears

from

nowhere. “I’ll put those in water for you. Have fun, you guys. You both look incredible.”

“Thanks, Jules.” I hand her the flowers and Luke ushers me out of the house.

Instead of his Mercedes or the Lexus, there’s a black stretch limo parked in my driveway with a sharply dressed driver standing at the open back door.

“Madam,” he nods at me and I smile in return. Holy shit, Luke’s gone all out! Is this how he says he’s sorry? If so, we might have to argue more often.

I climb in the back of the spacious limo and slide over so Luke can follow.

The inside must seat ten easily, is all soft black leather seats and has some sort of impressive sound system and other gadgets. The privacy glass is up.

Luke slides gracefully next to me and kisses my hand again.

“Luke, this is… amazing. Thank you.”

“We haven’t even gone anywhere yet.” He looks so young and happy, and he’s clearly excited for what he has planned for us tonight.

“It’s already more than you should have done.”

“No, it’s exactly what you deserve, baby.” He leans over and gives me his sweet, tender kiss; the one that makes my insides quiver. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

I smile and flush at the compliment.

“Thank you.”

“Are those the new shoes?”

“Yes,” I grin.

“They are wow.”

“I know.”

He laughs and pours me a glass of champagne as the driver pulls away from the house and heads toward Seattle.

“A toast.” He holds his glass in the air and I mirror him. “To a beautiful woman, who has become very special to me, and who is the most incredible person I’ve ever known. Thank you for being here with me.” He clinks his glass to mine and I blink back tears as I take a sip of the sweet pink drink.

“You are charming,” I murmur and smile shyly at him.

“You are sexy as hell.”

“Where are we going?” I take another sip of the champagne. Mmm…

delicious.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Will it take a while to get there?”

“A little while. Why do you ask?”

I take his drink out of his hand and place it next to mine on a small table near the mini-fridge.

“Because,” I hike my skirt up a bit and straddle his lap. His eyes widen in surprise and his strong hands glide up my stocking clad legs. “I want to fuck you in this limousine.”

“Holy shit, baby, you’re wearing stockings.” I smile smugly and nod.

“I had a whole seduction scene planned for later.” His breath hitches as I grind my center against his growing erection.

“Trust me, I don’t want to ruin your plans.” I lean forward and brush my lips over his. “But if you’re not inside me in about

twenty

seconds,

I’m

not

responsible for my actions.”

“That’s an offer I will never, ever refuse baby.” He slides me back on his knees so he can unfasten his pants, pulling his shirt tails out of them and pushing them down around his thighs.

Instead of straddling him, I slip off his lap and onto my knees on the luxuriously carpeted floor. I smooth my hands up his strong thighs and stroke them up and down his cock.

“Holy shit, Nat, you are so fucking hot.”

“You make me crazy.” I smear the bead of moisture around the tip with my thumb and then put it in my mouth and suck and his eyes go wide.

“Taste good?”

“Mmmm… my favorite.”

I take him in my mouth, just swirling my tongue around the tip and gliding my hands up and down his impressive length. I feel his fingertips just barely grazing my hairline around my ears and I know he wants to sink his fingers in my hair, but doesn’t want to mess it up.

I grip his shaft with my lips firmly and sink down until I feel him against the back of my throat.

“Sweet Jesus, Natalie, stop.”