Page 77 of Love Decoded

Incorrect.

I add an exclamation mark to the end.

His inbox opens before me.

Men are so predictable.

By the time I start scrolling through Nico’s emails, I’ve managed to tune out Lucas’s touch—for the most part. Every so often, he’ll surprise me with a hard suck that brings my attention back to his mouth. Even still, I manage to navigate to the month before Nico retired.

I’m working through his saved emails when Lucas decides to slide two fingers inside me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, turning to look down at him. One hand goes to his hair before I can stop it, gripping tightly as I stare at the way he’s pressing a teasing kiss to my pussy, his fingers holding deep inside me. When they start to move, a whimper slips past my lips.

His eyes lift to mine at the sound, a look of triumph flashing in them.

Which also brings reality trickling in. Right. The bet.

I turn back to my laptop with determination.

It takes everything in me to focus on the screen. Words begin to blur, and I try to wriggle away from Lucas’s mouth a few times. His grip tightens when I do that, of course, and he goes right back to torturing me. I don’t even think he’s trying that hard.

But then I happen on one email that looks promising, and excitement blooms in my chest. I can do this.

It’s from a company that looks like it would’ve been up Nico’s alley from a sponsorship perspective. I start to scroll through the exchanges, searching for an offer, a contract, anything that will give me what I’m looking for.

Goddamnit, why can’t these people just say what they mean in these emails? This is like reading Pig Latin.

My legs have started to shake, and Lucas has stopped experimenting with his touches. By now he’s figured out how to combine his fingers with his mouth, and he’s not giving me any reprieve. His fingers slide rhythmically in and out, his lips suctioned around my clit, until⁠—

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my words panicked. Because he’s curling his fingers inside me. And he just found my G-spot.

The words on my screen blur as the sound of Lucas’s soft, delighted laugh hits my ears.

“No, no, no. Fuck… Wait, I’m not⁠—”

But there’s no stopping it. He has me, and he knows it.

My eyes roll back as my hand sinks into his hair, my body automatically arching into his mouth. And I submit to the glorious explosion of pleasure.

It feels like it takes an eternity for it to end. No orgasm has ever felt like that; not even the one Lucas gave me last time. It’s almost laughable that I was worried I wouldn’t like oral sex, because if that’s what I can expect every time, then I might actually take Lucas up on his offer to do it morning, noon, and night. That was insane.

Eventually, I slump down into my chair, my muscles limp and shaking with aftershocks. My eyes blink open to look at Lucas.

He’s grinning.

Of course he’s grinning.

“So…” he says innocently, his hands rubbing the smallest, soothing strokes on my legs. “How far did you get?”

I need to get my breathing under control. “Annoyingly, I think I was right there,” I pant.

He takes a peek at my screen. Then he frowns.

“Are you… Did you get into his email? How?”

My brow furrows. “What do you mean, how? How did you think I was going to find the answer?”

His hands stop moving. He’s still staring at my computer. “I didn’t actually think about it. You can hack into personal emails?”