Marooned With A Billionaire

Luke's POV

There's only one woman in this world that makes me happy.

Emily Michaelson.

I love how she makes my heart beat faster every single time she touches me. How she makes my entire body feel like it's on fire when she kisses me with those sweet, pink and puckered lips of hers.

Not for once did I ever imagine myself finding someone who would make me feel so complete. She's the kind of woman who makes me hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Her hazel eyes made me go gaga the very first time I saw her, I nearly choked on my saliva. She's gorgeous!

Right now she's standing right in front of me laughing at a joke I made up. She's licking her strawberry ice-cream off her spoon and she has no idea how such an innocent gesture turns me the fuck on!

"Penny for your thoughts, Luke Grahams?" she grins widely and I blink lazily as my eyes scan her ever-glowing face.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," I say and she bites her lower lip seductively enough that my entire body stiffens.

"Come on, big boy. I'm just having ice-cream," she says and intentionally licks her spoon again, her eyes stuck on me.

"Emm, please. If you continue doing that, I'll have to take you right here, right now," I tease and her eyes widen. We're at the park; there are not so many people around though.

"Okay, give me a kiss then," she says and tiptoes and she puckers her lips and closes her eyes. Humbly, I oblige and kiss her lips.

"That's enough teasing, let's go back home," I say and she pouts.

"What now?" I ask and she finishes her ice-cream and throws the tin into a nearby trashcan.

"How about we get some pizza, a bottle of wine and... watch a movie tonight? What do you think?" she asks as her arms snake around my waist and she looks up at me and I look down at her.

"I think that's a great idea, today being a national holiday, we might as well have some time to ourselves, right? I mean, it's going to be one long weekend, you know," I say and she squeals in joy and squeezes me tighter.

"Yes! Yes! I love you so much," she says.

"I love you too, Emm," I say as I kiss her forehead. "Can't wait to get home and do the unthinkable to you," I whisper and she gasps.

"Sshh! Someone might hear you," she says and swats my arm.

"Who cares? You're my girlfriend and I can make love to you anytime, anywhere and anyhow," I coo and smirk at her. I notice color creeping up her cheeks. She's now as red as a tomato.

"Is it getting hot or something?" she asks while fanning her face and I chortle.

"No, it's just you. That's what you get for making me aroused in public. Thank God you stood in front of me for a good amount of time. Can we go now? I'm famished!"

"You just ate a hotdog a few minutes ago," she complains and tucks her dark brown hair behind her ear.

"Well I'm hungry again, come on," I say and grab her hand and we head over to my black Jeep Wrangler. I got the springs hitched up a little bit so the vehicle is slightly raised than usual.

Seconds later, we're on the road and once we arrive at our favorite pizza place, next to the mall, Emily begins grinning and I furrow my brows as I take the key out of the ignition.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I have a little surprise for you, but we have to go into the mall for a few minutes, okay?" she says and I shrug and we both leave the car and go into the mall.

Emm has a friend who works here so I bet she probably wants to see her or something, I don't really know.

"Trixie!" Emm shouts once we arrive at her friend's shop.

"Emm! You're finally here," Trixie says and I smile at her. "Hey, Luke."

"Hey," I say.

"Is it ready?" Emm asks and I frown as I wonder what she's up to.

"Yes," Trixie states and she gestures to us to follow her and we oblige.

She hands Emm well folded clothes... sweatshirts maybe?

Emm unfolds one of them and she gasps and pouts. Then she shows me the black sweatshirt. It has my name on it, printed in white.

"Look how lovely it is. Do you like it?" she asks while biting her lower lip.

"Come on, wear it," Trixie tells her and she does so immediately.

"It looks beautiful in you. Turn around," I say and when she does I take a moment to admire my name at the back. The front has a four leaf clover.