Her Contract (Romance) by Lara West Page B

of me, his naked, ripped physique making me quiver in secret places. As I watch him, his eyes wander over my body like a conqueror upon a new land. Ready to plunder.
    Before I even have a chance to blink, he’s on me, pushing me down onto the bed and yanking off my panties so he can slip his large, thick cock between my legs.
    I feel it warm against my thigh before it pushes through the opening of my cunt and slides along my inner walls.
    I gasp, “Lucas...”
    He groans my name in reply, “Anna.” He repeats it in loud succession as he drives his cock in deeper. It feels way too familiar – the same as it was nine years ago.
    No, it’s even better than it was back then. More satisfying.
    When he kneads my breasts with his palms and looks down at my shuddering, joy-stricken sex face, it’s then I realize I’m his. I let go of all my inhibitions and let him grind into me. Owning me.
    Harder.
    Faster.
    Soon I’m on the edge, begging him not to stop.
    I’m so close… so very close…
    “ANNA!”
    I open my eyes to find Dad hovering over my bed, glaring at me.
    “Dad?!” I shriek, jolting upright. “What are you doing?”
    “Anna, it’s six o’clock. Abigail and Lucas will be here any minute. Why aren’t you dressed?”
    Oh, crap. I forgot all about tonight. Dad has asked Abigail Hartz and her annoying son over for Friday night dinner. 
    He’s going all out too – roast pork, oven baked veggies, homemade applesauce, onion gravy and Yorkshire puddings – which is weird. He hasn’t cooked a meal like that since Mom died.
    “I must have dozed off,” I say, pushing back the comforter and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be down soon.”
    I wave him off, and he strides out of my room, muttering incoherent words under his breath. He seems edgier than usual and somewhat nervous. What’s with that?
    Outside my window, the ruby orange sunset glows in the distance. I can’t believe I nodded off. One minute I was lying down contemplating the conversation I had with Mr. Hartz a few days ago, and the next I was waking up to Dad saying my name. Boy, I must have been one tired teddy .
    When my feet find the hardwood floor, I wince at my damp blouse sticking to my back. Great, I was sweating in my sleep. No, during my sex dream . I need to shower and get rid of the effect Lucas has had on me. Pronto.
    Does this mean I’m still attracted to him? Or has my subconscious just gone bonkers?
    For my sake, I hope it’s the latter.
    Downstairs, I get a surprise to find Dad, Abigail, and Lucas waiting for me in the living room. Okay… everyone looks serious. Too serious.
    “Don’t tell me someone has died,” I say, peering at Dad standing over by the fireplace. Abigail sits on the beige leather chair in front of him while her son has claimed the left side of the sofa.
    Lucas is still wearing his work uniform: gray suit pants and a white polo shirt with the logo for Hartz Brothers on the lapel.
    If I didn’t already know his family is insanely rich I’d think he was just an ordinary Joe Blow. Except for the fact that he’s as drop dead gorgeous as a movie star and has the most piercing mulled brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
    Up close, his features distinctly shout, “I’m-from-good-breeding-stock.”
    When Lucas gazes over at me, I’m instantly transported back to my dream. His wandering hands… The heat of his breath on my neck… Me writhing underneath him as his cock slips in and out of my creaming pussy…
    “Hello, Anna. It’s lovely to see you again,” Abigail Hartz says warmly, rising from the chair.
    I blink away the erogenous images and force out a smile. “You too, Mrs. Hartz.”
    She turns to Lucas, who looks like he’s brooding in his seat. For a twenty-six year-old that’s real mature. Not.
    I bet Abigail forced him to come, just like Dad is forcing me to make nice with my mom’s old best friend.
    He and Abigail have stayed in contact since Mom died five years ago. I think her