I throw my head back and let out a low grumble as I orgasm. Luke grabs my hips, pushing me up and down him, then lifts me off his penis as he holds himself and comes. I sit down on the cold bathroom floor as I collect myself from the tingling feeling that radiates throughout my entire body. It's even in my face this time, and I feel like I'm ready to pass out. Luke tries to catch his breath as he rests his head back, still holding himself.
"You're unbelievable on top, Ali," he says, still out of breath.
I stand, still shaky, and grab a hand towel. I give it to Luke to clean himself up. I fix my hair, check my makeup, and clean myself down below. I walk over to Luke and kiss him while he is still complying himself. I leave the bathroom to get dressed and pack up my hair and makeup stuff in my suitcase. I put on my navy-blue pleated dress pants, an off white high necked, exaggerated sleeve blouse, and black flats. I head back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Luke is washing his hands when I enter. He looks at me and smiles; I return his smile and grab my toothbrush. I brush my teeth as he wraps his arms around my waist, watching me in the mirror. I rinse my mouth, apply some lip gloss, then turn to face him. He looks down at me and kisses me on the nose. I close my eyes, taking in the moment.
"I'm going to miss you while you're away," he sighs.
I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. The thumps are soothing.
"I'm going to miss you too. It's only a few days. I need some time to heal anyways," I giggle.
He lets out a laugh through his nose.
"I know!"
We hold each other a bit longer before parting. Luke carries my bag downstairs and out to my car. I check to make sure everything is shut off inside before I leave. Luke is leaning against my car; he is in his work getup and hat backward. He's looking hot as usual.
"You look sexy in that professional shit you're wearing," he states.
"Thanks! You look sexy in your work clothes, " I reply as I stop right in front of him.
He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, hugging me while holding onto my ass. I hug him back as he kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. He grabs my hand and walks me around my car to my driver's side door. He pushes me against my car and cups his hands behind my head and kisses me with the slight passing of his tongue.
"Drive safe," he says.
"Will do," I reply.
"Text me when you get there," he orders.
"Aye, aye captain!" I joke as I give him a salute.
He gives me an "I'm not amused" look then smirks his sexy ass smirk. He opens my door, and I get into my car.
"See you in a few days," he sighs.
"Bye, handsome," I reply.
He closes my door, and I start my car. I watch as he walks to his truck and climbs inside. He begins driving down my dad's driveway, I follow behind him.
Chapter Forty-Eight
I arrive at Façade just a little after three, just in time for the afternoon meeting. I park in my usual spot in the parking ramp, check over my hair and makeup, then send Luke a text letting him know I made it. I enter the building and immediately feel like I'm in a foreign place. Since the day I started my internship as a Sophomore in college four years ago, I haven't felt this way. I feel almost uncomfortable like I shouldn't be here. I don't know why I feel like I don't belong here now. I've only been gone a little over a week. The smell is different or something; maybe my mind was so accustomed to how my dad's shop and his house smells, it erased the smell of Facade. Perhaps, the feeling is more so coming from my time spent with Luke. I can still picture him in front of me, the sight I saw of him in my mirror this morning.
My phone buzzes. It's Ris.
"Hey!" I answer.
"Are you here yet, bitch?" she asks.
"I just walked in," I reply.
She squeals loudly, then hangs up. I can hear the fast pace clicking of heels on the concrete floor as I walk farther into Facade. Ris appears around the corner doing a little jog, quick step thing. We hug, and she walks with me to our offices. I am so glad to see her; she will distract me from my thoughts of Luke and wanting to be back at my dad's.
Ris doesn't look much different when she is dressed professionally; her business attire is just as hoochie. She is wearing a white with black pinstripe darted waist, a-line silhouette, mid-thigh skirt that falls to an edgy, asymmetrical hemline, and a tight black crew neck cropped shirt, showing a sliver of her midriff. I assumed with this outfit that she'd be wearing her suede thigh-high boots, but instead, she shows off her long ass legs with black lace-up, open-toe heels. Ris looks sophisticated with a slide of "fuck me hard" today.
I could never pull off this look, or most of her looks, being
