Chapter 181 Erotica
"Hey, let's grab some grub downstairs, then we gotta go see Vincent," Elsa said, plopping down on the bed.
"Hold up. I can get someone to bring Vincent here. You need to chill," Luke suggested after hearing about Elsa's concussion.
"And what about you? You sticking around?" Elsa asked, a bit miffed.
"I'll work from home. We gotta hurry up and have a daughter," Luke replied, no filter.
"Is it that urgent?" Elsa was floored. Luke always jumped on his ideas like a cat on a laser pointer.
Having a daughter didn't sound too shabby. She'd be a knockout and smart as a whip. Elsa gave Luke a side-eye.
"Making a baby takes time, you know," Elsa sighed.
Luke leaned in and kissed her. "You stay put. I'll hit the shower first, then I'll help you out."
He then headed to the bathroom.
Elsa's phone was toast, so Luke had Max bring a new one to the hospital. She fired up the new phone and transferred her data from the old one using her laptop.
Chloe had set up a group chat with herself, Jonathan, and Elsa.
Chloe: [Luke called looking for you. I gave him a piece of my mind.]
Chloe: [Elsa, how are you? Where you at?]
Chloe: [Just saw the news! Luke's a beast. Glad he nabbed Karen. How you holding up?]
Jonathan: [Here are the spots where Vincent might be. Got people checking them out.] Attached was a map with marked locations.
Jonathan: [Ms. Miller, what's your status?]
Chloe: [Mr. King, Elsa's gonna be okay, right? She's not picking up her phone.]
Jonathan: [Chill, Luke's with her.]
Another day rolled by.
Chloe: [Luke said he found Vincent!]
Elsa was floored. Luke had been shot, was taking care of her with a busted arm, and still managed to track down her brother first.
'Luke's a legend,' Elsa thought.
She jumped out of bed, didn't even bother with slippers, and bolted barefoot into the bathroom.
"Babe!" Elsa exclaimed.
As soon as she opened the door, she froze and turned beet red.
Luke was half-reclined in the tub, lazily squinting. His left arm, wrapped in gauze, rested on the tub's edge, while his right hand held a bath sponge, scrubbing his abs and V-line, making a ton of white foam.
It was as steamy as it got. Elsa was buzzing.
"What's up?" Luke glanced at her, a teasing grin on his face. "Since you're peeking, you gotta take responsibility."
Elsa just stood there, speechless.
Even after Luke got out and rinsed off, Elsa's mind was stuck on the image of him scrubbing his abs.
'Luke's body is like a work of art,' Elsa thought, feeling lightheaded and her breathing all over the place.
Luke noticed her reaction, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
If he had known she was into this, he wouldn't have to spend half an hour kissing and sweet-talking her every time before being intimate.
"Come here." Luke's voice was rough, blending with the steamy air.
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