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13.Lucian

W e pull up to Cassie’s apartment and I can tell she is still asleep against the window. Her warm breath is causing it to fog up and she is snoring. Poor girl is going to have such a horrible hangover in the morning. I gently wake her before going around to open her door. She smiles up at me with the most adorable, sleepy smile. I unbuckle her and slide my arm beneath her legs and behind her back, cradling her against my chest. She nuzzles her face into my neck and inhales.

“Mmmm. Lucian” She purrs my name. “You smell so good. Like those outdoor fire thingies.” She slurs.

“Outdoor fire thingies?” I laugh.

“Bonfires! That is the word! You know like when we went camping.” She lets out a sad sigh and snuggles more into my embrace. “I miss when we used to hang out all the time.”

I practically choke on my laugh. She is so wasted. It makes sense though because my cologne is literally called “Fireside Bourbon.” I press her elevators call button and wait. That is when I feel her lips on my skin. She starts on my neck. Peppering kisses along my jaw line until she gets to that sweet spot just below my ear. The one that makes my entire body stiffen and fire run down my spine. Where the fuck is this elevator!

Finaly the door opens, and I can carry her in. I am now dealing with 2 issues. The very drunk woman that keeps alternating between biting, licking, and kissing my neck. And the other problem lies in my pants. Fuck!

The elevator feels like it takes forever to go up a few floors, good lord. The door opens and she stops devouring my neck. Thank God, I need to calm down. I stabilize her on the ground before I pull back out the keys and unlock the door. I scoop her back up into my arms and she laughs.

“You are always so good to me Lucian. Why can’t all guys be like you?” she asks, lolling her head back and forth as I kick her front door close and head toward her bedroom. She needs a bath or shower to sober her up, and since I don’t trust her not to fall over in the shower, bath it is.

“Well, if they were all like me, then I wouldn’t be your favorite.” I smile and kiss the top of her head.

“Mhm, you will always be my favorite. My Lucian.” Damnit Cass, you are not making this easy. I set her on the bed, and she lays down a bit too fast, bouncing a bit. This causes her to laugh as she is lifting her leg trying to untie her sneakers.

“Fucking stupid laces and your stupid knots!” She is failing horribly at undoing a simple knot. New rule, Cassie is cut off at 2 drinks, because 3 margaritas (One being a double) and 3 shots in a 2-hour period is complete chaos.

“Cassie, sit up.” I say firmly. She sits up and places her hands in her lap. I kneel to start untying her shoes for her. I can feel her staring down at me as I remove both her sneakers. Looking up, I see her cheeks are flushed and she is biting that damn lip again.

“O.K. You stay here on the bed. I am going to get your bath ready. Do not go anywhere. Do you understand me?” I ask, using my Dom voice to hopefully get her to behave.

“Yes” *Hiccup* “Sir.” She says, laying back on the bed giggling to herself. Brat!

I go into her master bathroom and start the water. I know she has bath-bombs and shit somewhere in here. Looking under her sink I find her collection. I don’t understand the novelty of these things. Half are made of pointless ingredients like rose petals, leaves, and fucking glitter. No thank you! I settle on a peppermint bath-bomb that makes bubbles, and then add eucalyptus oils. This should definitely help her feel better after puking her guts out. Thankfully, she hasn’t thrown up since the parking lot.

After finishing filling the bathtub, I glance over at her bed to discover it is empty. Her shirt and shorts are dropped on the floor next to the bed. Oh great, add naked Cassie to the list of shit I shouldn’t be experiencing tonight. What the hell? Where did she go? As if the universe answers me, I hear a crash from the kitchen area of her apartment. I run down the hall to check on her.

“Cassie, are you ok? What are you...” I round the corner to see her black lace thong and smooth, creamy ass up in the air as she is bent into the fridge. Damn, she has a nice ass; how have I never noticed before. She stands, completely unashamed, that she is literally in her bra and thong in front of me right now. You can see the outline of her nipples pebbling through the thin fabric. Breathe, focus on her face Lucian, not her tits being almost fully on display in front of you!

“I’m hungry. Want some pizza?” She tosses the pizza box onto the counter. Drunken munchies have struck. Greasy pizza is always my drunk go to meal, but cold pizza is top tier.

“Sure. But let me help you. I just got the bath filled up, so why don’t you go undressed and into the tub? Carefully. Want me to heat you a couple of slices, or do you want it cold?” I ask, walking over and picking up the box.

“I want it hot, Lucian.” She walks and is practically pressing her tits right against me.

“What?” I can’t focus.

“The pizza. I want hot pizza.” Is she blushing, or is she just flushed from the drinks?

“Oh... Ok, go on. I’ll be there soon. And be careful getting into the tub.” I step aside and nudge her toward the hall. As she is walking toward her bathroom, I glance back to see her dropping her bra to the floor just as she rounds the corner. Damn, tease.

I hear her giggling, and then the bathroom door shuts. I hope to God she doesn’t fall and hurt herself. I finish heating a few slices of pizza. I am hungry now, but not for pizza. I want something more.