Page 14 of Tempted

Chapter Five

When Victor had come home, the house was quiet. Everyone must have been in bed sleeping. Not for the first time since Jasmine Brooks popped up in his life, he wondered if he was relying too heavily on other people to raise his children. Over the past fifteen years, he’d built a reputation as one of the best trial lawyers in the country, and if he really wanted to, he could reduce his case load dramatically, and still live comfortably.

Victor didn’t understand where this drive to work came from even after he’d reached the pinnacle of his career. Adam, Tyler and Chelsea wanted for nothing. Anything they asked for they got so why did he get this niggling feeling in the back of his mind that it wasn’t enough. That nanny had gotten into his head more than he cared to admit.

When walked into his bedroom he noticed steam coming out from underneath the bathroom door, and he belatedly remembered offering Jasmine the use of his shower. He made a mental note to follow up the plumber situation because it had completely slipped his mind.

Victor had every intention of turning around and leaving the room to grant her some privacy, but that decision was taken from his hands when the door flew open and standing in front of him was a very nude, and very wet Jasmine.

Hot damn.

Had it been a matter of life and death, he still wouldn’t have been able to drag his gaze away from the sight before him. Jasmine may have had a young face, but her body was all woman. For breasts as full as hers, they were surprisingly high and perky. The round brown globes were capped with blackberry colored nipples. With the classic hour glass figure, she was absolute perfection.

Her stomach was flat, and the only indication that she’d given birth were the faint stretch marks that lined the taut skin. Victor was sure he could span that tiny waist of hers within his two hands. Unable to help himself, he allowed his gaze to roam lower to curvaceous hips and to the thick patch of tight curls nestled lovingly between her thighs.

Victor’s cock tented his pants, and his mouth went dry.

A loud gasp met his ears, freeing him of the hypnotic trance of her gorgeous body.

His eyes met hers. Jasmine’s mouth hung open, a look of horror and embarrassment flickering in and out her dark ones. Belatedly her arms flew up to crisscross over her chest.

“I…I left my towel on your bed,” she muttered, turning her head away. “M-my shower wasn’t working and…”

Her embarrassment shamed him, and it wasn’t an emotion he particularly cared for. Not liking how his body reacted to hers, he lashed out. “For God sake, stop acting like a damned little girl. I’ve seen a naked body before and there’s nothing spectacular about yours.”

Her eyes widened, and jaw dropped, before replying stiffly, “I’m glad to know I have nothing to worry about then. I’ll be out of your way shortly.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave. Take all the time you need.” Victor turned on his heel and shot out of his bedroom as if the devil himself were on his heels. He didn’t stop until he was behind the closed door of his downstairs office.

Collapsing in the black leather swivel chair behind his desk, Victor took a deep breath to relieve some of the pent up tension built up within him. His dick was so hard it hurt. Unzipping his pants to alleviate some of the pressure, he groaned aloud. He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and rubbed his aching member to soothe the raging beast within.

What had possessed him to say what he did to her? It was true enough that he’d seen plenty of naked women, but not many had made his body go into lust overload and have him reacting like a damned school boy with his first crush.

She couldn’t remain under his employ.

Jasmine seemed to be getting along with the children just fine according to his mother, but there was no way he would come in contact with her without remembering how beautiful she’d looked, dripping wet. He would always wonder how she tasted and that simply wouldn’t do. Once the trail period was over which he estimated to be in a couple weeks, he’d give her a nice severance and send Jasmine on her way.

Problem solved.

Jesus Christ he was hard. Masturbation wasn’t enough. He needed a woman’s willing body beneath his. He removed his hand from inside his pants and zipped up.

When was the last time he’d had sex? If he were to arrange something with Madison, he knew she’d be more than willing, but something made him pause. The problem was, if he took their relationship to that level, she’d expect more from him. No, what he needed was a no-strings-attached fuck.

Victor pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contact list. He saw names of women he hadn’t seen in years. Was he so wound up in his career that he’d let his social life suffer this much?

After going through the list of his former lovers, he settled on a woman who he remembered having a pleasant experience with. Victor clicked on her name and hit the call button. As soon as he connected, he was met with the blaring siren sound and an operator announcing the phone number was disconnected. Frustrated he tossed the phone on his desk.

Who was he kidding? He was a fool to think calling some random woman he hadn’t seen in years would solve his problem. Maybe he should call Madison up. Would it be such a bad thing to get more deeply involved with her? She was beautiful, poised, knew how to handle herself in a social situation. He could do much worse.

He pondered this over for several moments when a knock on his study door broke his silent musings.

“Come in,” he barked a bit harsher than he intended.

Jasmine poked her head into the room, tentatively at first, before stepping into the study. A thick white terry cloth rob encased her body, but it did little to stave away the memory of what was underneath.

Great. Just what he needed; confronted on staring at her luscious body a lot longer than he should have.

“Mr. Meade, may I have a word with you please?”

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