Chapter 25

Lucas

I poured one last shot of Scotch and drank it in one long sip and slammed the glass on the shiny marble counter of the bar. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stared in the empty tumbler.

A voluptuous and sinfully gorgeous woman, that most men would kill for, was waiting in my bed. Her body was primped and ready for me. She had spent the last hour preparing her bewithcing curves to indulge me, and indulge I would. I intended to fulfill her every fantasy.

I could be a romantic when I really wanted to. But to be honest I’d never done this for any woman-not even my wife.