Page 4 of Lorcan's Obsession

“She is not your usual one-night-fuck kind of girl. If those are your intentions, don’t pursue her.”

“You think I’d stalk her for three weeks and leave her after one night?”

He raised a brow, no doubt my choice of words triggering his protectiveness over her.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I clarified. “She is in no danger from me.” Running an exasperated hand over my face, I admitted, “She’s driven me to the edge of insanity, and I need to see her.”

“All right then. Be here at four p.m. tomorrow.”

“That’s it?”

“You thought I'd give you her number?” he deadpanned.

I shrugged my shoulders. “My evenings can be…busy.”

He had a record of how many people wanted to go to my bed every night. I assumed he’d give Glorious Thing one up.

“Well then, unbusy yourself. Because she would give you the pin to her credit card before she gave you her number.”

What the fuck was I getting into? Who was this woman, and how long was I going to chase her? Did her pussy drip with life's elixir, or was it just like the rest of them?

I sighed, taking a bunch of hundred-dollar bills from my wallet and placing them on the counter.

“Thank your colleagues. I have a date to prepare for.”

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NAUGHTY VOICES

Unnerving. Alluring. Irresistible.

Those were the first words that came to mind when I thought about the guy from the bar. He was a “fuck me harder, Daddy” kind of stud.

I walked into my apartment, flustered, horny, and with absolutely soaked panties. It was maddening. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. Studying to be a lawyer demanded mastery in self-control, persuasion, and foxiness. Those were the minimum requirements for courtroom domination. Yet today, I’d creamed my panties in two minutes flat because of a hot stranger in a bar.

Who the fuck was he?

His electric-silver eyes sparked a fire in my core, and his brazen gaze drew me to him like he held life’s secrets. His firm hands on my thighs had only made me crave more. I needed them everywhere. Pleasuring me. Making my body soar to new heights.

And that smile shone as bright as a neon warning sign.

He was a dangerous sort of man for a woman like me. I wouldn’t be a performer in his show. I ran my own game. So I had to blot the image of the smoldering six-foot-something hotrod out of my mind. After all, he had only been around me for a few minutes. How hard could it be?

The memory of our electric skin-to-skin contact weakened my resolve. His touch had charged every angel hair on my body. They’d risen and separated one by one as if to welcome him.

Sliding down the zipper of my little black dress, my fingers trailed from the nape to the arch of my back, and then to that sexy spot resting above my ass. I slid the dress off of me, pausing at my thighs.

His hands were here. He touched me here.

My mind wandered back to his biceps outlined beneath that crisp black shirt. The strong veins popping out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves had been mouthwatering. And those chiseled thighs were worthy of a seasoned quarterback. The dark jeans he’d worn hugged his legs in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive a woman crazy.

Gods, he was a work of art.

This mystery guy had a hold on me and I wanted to know why. What set him apart from the other hot guys I used for sex? I never remembered their faces. Their game, maybe. But I was never interested in more than a one-time thing. Sure, this man was hotter than any fuckboy I’d ever seen, but that wasn’t enough reason for him to live in my mind rent-free. Right?

Perhaps an indulgent bubble bath would calm down my rushing carnal thoughts. Walking around the bathroom in my innocent white bralette and panties, I gathered what I needed to feel at ease: scented candles, a lush goddess bath bomb, and a glass of bubbly rosé. Hot water began filling up the tub, spreading steam and the scent of lavender around the room. I hummed to the spa music playing in the background as I tied my hair into a high pony with a brown scrunchie.

Taking a seat in front of the large mirror in my vanity area, I pumped the facial cleansing milk onto my fingertips and massaged it into my face and neck. After wiping off with a warm towel, I applied a honey glaze mask to rest while I soaked in the tub.

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