Luke

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by __Eriin__

by __Eriin__

Your socks softened your footsteps as you made your way to the kitchen, pulling out a box of cereal and milk. Luke was still lying in bed last time you saw him. A cracked voice came from upstairs.

"BABE? WHAT'S WATTPAD?" Your eyes widened as you threw all your items down on the island and rushed upstairs to see Luke sitting on your shared bed, his acoustic guitar settled nicely on his lap, your laptop in front of him. Cautiously you entered the room, worried about what he had seen.

"Nothing... Why do you ask?" You asked nervously, wringing your hands, hoping! Praying that he hadn't clicked on the website that held all your deepest secrets! You walked to the bed, kneeling down next to him.

"So you like being called Kitten when we make love huh?" You bit your lip.

Shit! He had found out!

You crawled up next to him. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, your lips kissing down his jawline, feeling his rough stubble against your soft lips. You carefully plucked the guitar from his hands and rested it on the floor, next to the bed. You shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside cabinet. You straddled him, his hands rested on your butt, his eyes fluttering shut. You kissed up to his ear.

"So you like being called Daddy when we make love huh?" You whispered in his ear.

He looked into your eyes.

"Just you wait Kitten..."