Mr Bad Boy is a Billionaire ✔

Twenty-Four

Masquerade, Cocktails and The Truth

I felt a finger lightly trace a circle on my bare shoulder blade and I gently smiled to myself.
The finger kept drawing sometimes dipping into my back to trace my spine. I kept my eyes closed by shuffled and the hand disappeared. I turned over, facing the man I had so helplessly giving myself too.

The hand returned, but this time stroking my jaw and shoulders. I smiled again. "Good morning" Lukas's husky morning voice said.
I inwardly sighed. Morning voices were so sexy.
His especially.

"Good morning" I replied, my eyes opening.

A rumpled Lukas smiled back at me, his head propped up on his hand as he gazed down at me. "You were incredible last night" he said, making me blush.

I tried not to grin as memories of last night surfaced. His hot delicate moans and the way he moved his body. "I could say the same for you" I replied, clearing my thoughts.

His hand lightly grasped my wrist. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, gazing at the small bruises on them.

I blushed again remembering how he had held them above my head. "No you didn't hurt me" I said softly.

He lent down and placed a whisper kiss on my lips. "We should do that again sometime" he said before grinning.

I loved it when Lukas grinned. His whole mouth would smile, showing his straight white teeth, his lower lip would tuck in at the side a little making it look like he was biting it. "We should" I said, gently sitting up.

I grasped the blanket and held it to my naked chest. I felt his heat before I felt his teeth gently nibble my shoulder. "God, you're so fucking sexy Avery" Lukas claimed.

I just hummed. I glanced around the makeshift bed, looking for my clothes. "Where are my clothes?" I asked, looking at Lukas.

My cheeks turned red as I realized he was already staring at me, intently. "Somewhere inside the house" Lukas replied.

I nodded. I went to take the blanket but he grasped it. "I think I've already seen it" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah but not like this, its ugly when you're not in the throws of passion" I said, pouting.
He growled. "Did you just call yourself ugly?" He asked, his hand inching towards mine.

I didn't notice. "Well yeah" I said, not really thinking about it.

My back hit the blankets seconds later, my hands above my head, flashing me back to last night. "You, Avery Jenkins are the most sexy, beautiful girl in the world.. Every stretch mark is a battle scar and you should wear them with pride, every bruise, blemish or red pimple is you and I love you so therefore I love them" he said, his face serious.

"You- you-love me?" I stuttered.

"Am I not speaking English?" He asked.

"It's just you've never said that" I replied.

"Didn't last night not give you a clue?"

I swallowed. I decided to push him back and he fell back next to me, his dark eyes still watching me intently. I made the brave decision to slide on his lap and I got an answering groan. "Avery" he said, his hand snaking up to my hip.