A sly smile tugged at Drake’s lips as he sipped his coffee, the bitter warmth grounding him while his mind wandered to last night’s memory. The little prank he’d pulled, placing Lucy’s lingerie where she’d see it, still made him smirk. He could already imagine her reaction upstairs: flushed, furious, and utterly adorable. The thought of her in that fiery red set made his pulse quicken, and he shook his head, amused at his own audacity.
Damn, his Lucy. She had no idea how badly he’d wanted to claim her last night. The kisses, the way her skin had shivered under his touch, the way her lips had trembled beneath his. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Every restrained moment, every careful pause, had felt like t*****e.
Drake’s reverie was abruptly interrupted by a tap on his shou
