Incumbent

Drake’s deep voice ignited something so deep inside me, I couldn’t help but throw myself at him. Literally. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our lips crashed together, and I couldn’t get enough. I was starving for him.

With his hands under my ass, he walked us over to the door he’d just come through and pressed me against it. In a flash, my hands were above my head, my shirt was off, and he was pinning my hips with his. His teeth lightly grazed my nipple, which was already straining beneath my bra, and now it wanted to burst out of confinement and straight into his mouth.

“Let’s skip dinner.” His warm breath tickled my already sensitive skin. “I need you, Lucy.”

All I could do was moan in response, so he carried me into my bedroom, stripped me naked, and laid me out on my bed.

“You’re overdressed,” I grumbled, practically panting by this point.

His gaze raked over my body. My breathing sped up and became ragged with each piece of clothing he took off. First his shirt, giving me a good look at his glorious abs that rippled with each move he made, and then his pants and boxers, which he took off in one fell swoop. His erection sprang free, and all I wanted was a taste.

He must have caught the look in my eye, or maybe it was how I was practically salivating when I looked at his stiff shaft, but as soon as I went to sit up, he placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Not tonight. Tonight I want to be buried so deep inside you, we won’t know where you end and I begin.”

I watched as he slid on a condom, and my core throbbed at the sight of him stroking himself as he secured the rubber.

“Open for me, Lucy,” he said, and I did as he asked. “So pretty.”

Before I could tell him what I thought of him, he was inside me, thrusting. No warning, no foreplay—just us.

“I’ve missed you,” he said as he trailed kisses over my body.

Little nips and licks tortured me, which made me urge him to move faster. When I felt his tongue on the base of my neck move upward, my entire body shuddered. He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my moans.

My hands roamed his back and when I got to his tight ass, I gave it a squeeze. His entire body stiffened and his tempo picked up. The thrusts quickened until he arched his neck and groaned just as I reached my pinnacle. A myriad of colors flashed behind my eyelids as I slid into euphoria.

“Lucy!” He stilled and then rocked slowly until he came down from his orgasm. “Fuck. Making love to you is the best.” He kissed each of my cheeks. “I must be the luckiest man alive.”

My heart soared. Making love.

“I feel pretty lucky too.”

We tumbled to our sides, still connected, and stared into each other’s eyes. I could truly fall in love with Drake, and although it was too soon and I wasn’t there yet, I felt so safe when we were together.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t move.”

My body missed him the instant he pulled out of me. I watched him walk in all his naked glory to my bathroom, which looked just as good going as it did when he came back.

“You could really be a model,” I said. “It’s a shame you cover up your goods in a suit every day.”

I shifted on my pillow, and he brought his arm under my head when he slid in next to me. Once we were facing each other again, his eyebrows rose.

“My goods?”

“Um-hmm. If you weren’t already the popular candidate, I’d suggest half-naked campaign posters.” I smiled. “You know. To get the female vote.”

His expression changed as he linked our hands together. He brought them to his lips and tenderly kissed my knuckles.

“What’s wrong, Drake? I was just kidding. I’m sure the women would vote for you no matter what you looked like.”

Surely he didn’t think I was only with him because of his looks. This man was the entire package—handsome, smart, funny, and kind.

“No, I know you were joking. It’s just something Ben said.” A chill ran down my spine, making me tense. Apparently sensing it, he said, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like him.”

“What did he say?”

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