by Livia Grant
Several long seconds tick by as they size each other up before Tiffany finally seems to come to some kind of conclusion. Her smile gets bigger by the second. “So, you have a movie theater. It’s been awhile since I went to a movie. I think I’d better check it out.”
His relief is palpable. “I even have a big theater style popcorn machine. If you’re a good girl, I’ll make you some popcorn.”
Her smile is contagious. “I’m always a good girl.”
Lukus is laughing. “Oh, I beg to differ. I’ve seen you and Bri in action. You’re both sassy little balls of fire.”
“Thank you… I think?”
Lukus takes her hand in his and they slowly make their way up the stairs to the stage, on their way to his loft. They’re just about to where Markus and Brianna had begun to make up when Tiffany stops walking, dragging him to a stop. She doesn’t say a word, but she doesn’t have to. Lukus can see the passion in her eyes. She tempted. Tempted to beg him to take her here… now… on stage just as Markus had taken Brianna.
He sees the uncertainty beginning to flicker once again, warring inside her. Lukus wastes no time pulling her into his arms, holding her gaze… holding off kissing her as long as he can. He feels an overwhelming urge to make this moment last. Finally, when he can hold back no more, he lowers his lips to hers in what begins as a tender kiss. He revels in how perfectly their bodies fit together as he pulls her curves tightly against him, making her his willing captive. While one hand holds her waist against him tightly, he can't resist the urge to let his other hand drift lower to boldly cup that beautiful ass he's been admiring since the moment he set eyes on her.
It doesn’t take long for the gentle kiss to turn into all-out passion as Lukus slips his tongue into the depths of her mouth, exploring and enjoying her purrs of pleasure. His heart is thumping so hard it feels like it could pound out of his chest. No woman has ever made him feel like this with a simple kiss… ever. It’s his turn to be afraid. He wants her so bad, but he doesn’t want to fuck this up. When he feels her starting to grind against him, he knows the time has come. He needs to do one final thing before he lets this go any further. Earlier he’d planned to do it more as a small joke, but now… how he feels this very minute… it’s no longer a joke. It’s suddenly important.
Tiffany looks surprised when Lukus pulls out of their passionate kiss. He’s pleased to see how much their kiss had been affecting her. Her chest is rising and falling as she gasps to catch her breath.
‘I hope you know what the hell you’re doing, sport. This could really blow up in your face.’
“So, before we take this any farther, isn’t there something you forgot to tell me?” He tries to keep his tone light, although he’s as nervous as hell.
“Like what, exactly?” Her voice is still breathy.
“I love how you gave me the third degree about being in a monogamous relationship, but isn’t there something you’re forgetting to tell me about your own relationships, Miss O’Sullivan?”
He’s actually thrilled when she continues to look lost. It tells him he hasn’t been reading her wrong. He knows the second she realizes what he’s getting at. The panic in her eyes is palpable. He just wishes he knew exactly what she was afraid of.
“Oh, my God. Wait. I was going to break up with him as soon as I talked to him tomorrow. I had already made up my mind.”
He hates how relieved he feels. “Sure, you say that now, but I think you were just about to cheat on Jonathan or Jack or whatever the hell his name is. I don’t appreciate being the other man. Not to mention, I don’t think this is a very good way to start things off with us… with a lie.” He pauses for dramatic effect before flashing his most devilish smile. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Tiffany. I think you’ve just earned your first punishment.”
Her answer comes out in a panicked whoosh. “Oh, crap.”
It’s a good thing he still held her tightly because at his words, her knees actually buckle from under her. “Whoa, there. I’ve got you, baby.”
It feels like they’re both holding their breath… sizing each other up… figuring out exactly how the next few minutes are going to play out. The power dynamics at play between them feels important, like they’re laying the foundation for the future.
Tiffany’s breath is labored. The look on her face fluctuates between fear, excitement and guilt. Lukus finally decides it’s time to put her out of her misery. Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he fishes out Tiffany’s cell phone he’d asked Derek to retrieve from her car after dinner. He holds it up, expectantly, in front of her. “You have a decision to make. I’m not interested in a one night stand with you either Tiffany, and I’m certainly not interested in sharing you with Joe or Jeff or whatever the fuck his name is. You want this to happen, then you have a call to make.”
Her eyes are wide. “Right now? Isn’t it enough that I’ll call him tomorrow?”
“Not if you want to stay here. I want this settled. Do you still have feelings for him?”
“No. Honestly, I never really did.”
“Well then, this shouldn’t be too hard of a decision then, should it?”
“But… you said… I mean… what are you going to do?” Her voice trails off.
The Dom has returned to the building when he speaks authoritatively. “Take the phone, Tiffany. Call him… right now so we can get on with our night.”
Her face registers her surprise at the tone of his request. It’s brief, but he catches it… her hint of a smile before she quietly acquiesces with a simple “Yes, Sir.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, she smiles broadly and it’s all Lukus can do to keep from throwing her to the floor right that minute. Two simple little words, and yet they speak volumes.
When she tentatively reaches out for her phone, their eyes are locked. She glances down at the phone to find Jason’s number in her contact list. She hits send and then returns to stare up into Lukus’ green eyes. Several long seconds go by when Lukus thinks her call is going to go to voicemail until she finally starts talking. What he would give to hear both sides of the conversation.
“Jason… hey… yeah it’s me. I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier, but something really big came up and well… I really hate to do this over the phone like this, but I need to tell you I don’t want to see you any more.” At least thirty-seconds float by, their eyes never leaving each other’s while Tiffany listens to Jason, presumably trying to talk her out of breaking up. “Like I said, I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but really, I don’t want to go out any more. No, it’s not really you. It’s just… well…” As she pauses, Lukus flashes her his biggest smile for moral support. “No Jason, honestly… I’ve met someone… someone I really want to get to know a lot better and I don’t want to start a new relationship with this hanging between us. I’m sorry, but I need to go now. Good luck.” Tiffany doesn’t give Jason half a chance to change her mind. She simply hits END.
“Good girl. How do you feel?”
“Honestly… relieved. Even without meeting you, it was never going to work with Jason.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, I think we need to get going upstairs.”
Tiffany stays planted in her spot, causing Lukus to turn back to look at her. “But… what about…”
He quickly holds his fingers up to shush her. “Don’t worry about anything. We have plenty of time. I know what’s worrying you so don’t worry your beautiful little ass about the punishment, at least not right now. Let’s just say we’re going to park that for a while and come back to it later… tomorrow… maybe next week. We’re just going to take things slow and we’ll both know when it’s time to talk about it again, okay?”
Tiffany visibly relaxes and Lukus takes her hand, trying to move them towards his loft, but Tiffany stays grounded to the spot. When he turns back to face her, he can see the passion has returned to her beautiful blue eyes. He hates to disappoint her, but he just can’t do it. Not here.
“
Baby, I really want us to go upstairs now.”
“But Lukus, I thought we could just stay here for a bit longer.”
God, he hates this, but she deserves to hear the truth. “I know what you want Tiffany, and honestly, I’m tempted, but… well…” Should he continue even though he knows it will hurt her? He knows he needs to proceed. “Baby, this is going to sound shocking and I truly wish there was a better way to say it, but I don’t know what that might be so I’m just going to tell you the truth and hope you understand. I want you so bad right now, but I don’t want our first time to be here… on this stage. I…” Their eyes are locked together.
‘God, I hate to say these next words. I pray she doesn’t just tell me to fuck off.’
“I’ve punished and fucked too many other women here on the stage. You’re special, Tiff. I want us to go upstairs… to snuggle… to watch a movie and eat popcorn… to maybe make love… maybe not. The point is, you deserve better than a fast fuck on the dirty floor of the stage. Don’t you see? Going upstairs to the loft… just the two of us… that’s special. That’s where we belong tonight.”
The shocked look on her face only lasts a few seconds before her tears start. They start as a trickle, but within a few long seconds Tiffany is actually sobbing. Lukus is just starting to panic that she’s going to walk when she launches herself into this arms, almost knocking him over.
“Oh, Lukus. That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
It’s a good thing he has a strong hold on her, because she lifts up her legs and wraps them around his waist, trapping their bodies together. Lukus chuckles as she starts pelting his face and neck with quick, sweet kisses. He turns to head to the elevator with her wrapped in his arms when he feels her start sucking on his neck.
‘I guess you said the right thing after all, sport. Maybe it’s not too late to want it all. Life is about to get interesting.’
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