Page 53 of Sins and Secrets

“Worse if you can believe it.” Jade shivers.

“Let me handle it.” I walk behind the counter and knock on his office door. I can hear him stomping around.

The door flings open and he shouts, “What is it, Jade?” Then he blinks at me like he’s buffering, the sharp angry lines on his face soften as his voice drops into a sweeter tone clearly not reserved for his receptionist. “Love, what are you doing here?”

I duck under his arm and step into his office “Your flight leaves in four hours, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he says.

“But you don’t need to be at the airport for another two, and you finished all your work an hour and a half ago, which leaves you with a weird amount of time where you can’t start anything or finish anything. I’m assuming you haven’t gotten over your flying anxiety?”

He stares at me.

I wait for him to answer.

He squints his eyes and says, “Not really,” then inhales and crosses his arm over his chest. “So, you figured you would come check on me. Waverly, what part of I take care of you don’t you get?”

I knew this was coming. “Oh, I know.” I lift the tote, like Little Red Riding Hood staring at the wolf. “But I thought you’d be curious about what’s inside?” I shake the bag and he seems unphased. “Lots of cool stuff in here.” He lifts his chin to try to peer inside. I love it when he pretends not to care and I crack his cool guy candy-coated shell.

He closes the door and locks it. “Are you sure you’re not here for a quickie?”

I put the tote on his desk. “Believe it or not, I enjoy your company. Your sexy hands, lips, and body art are sprinkles to an otherwise amazing Lukas sundae. But today I’m just here for your companionship of the non-sexual variety.”

There’s a tiny grin leaking from the corner of his lips. “Fine.” He considers this situation for a moment. “What’s in the bag?”

I pull out each object one at a time and place them in his hands. “A sudoku book, a blank notebook, some colored pencils, which, while not professional quality, come in this cool travel pouch.” He’s about to say something but I stop him. “Plus there’s a list of twenty different drawing prompts, so you can stay distracted the whole time.” I dig through the tote and pull out the second to last item, putting it behind my back. My index finger hovers by his lips before I slide it across the front of his body. “Deep, deep, deep down, even though you say you hate them,”—I poke his belly button—“you love Dad Jokes.” I thrust the book into his overflowing hands. “And some cupcakes.” But I don’t bother to pull those out of the bag.

He carefully stacks each item on his desk, like each was holier than the last. “And you did all this because you remembered I hate to travel?”

I nod. “The day before you left, you were always in a pissy mood.”

He steps into my space, placing both hands on my shoulders. “And you don’t think that was because I’d have to wait ten months before I got to see you again?”

I think about this, but say, “Nope. You hate people, and you don’t like going anywhere.”

I win another tiny Lukas smirk. He grabs my ass and lifts me up, and I throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. “I think you need some attention.” He kisses me and I melt a little.

“I didn’t come here for this,” I say as his lips caress my neck. I lean back to grant him better access.

His teeth graze the tender skin, and I moan unintentionally. “I know, but I like to reward good behavior.” He squeezes my cheeks harder as he adjusts me, and his cock presses into my stomach. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“I mean, I’m not about to turn it down,” I say before I kiss him.

He adjusts again, indicating for me to stand. Once both feet are on the ground, he has my shirt over my head and tossed on the floor seconds later. He takes off my shoes, pushes my leggings down around my ankles, and has me step out. I’m standing in his office in my bra and panties with only the drywall separating me from the rest of his studio.

“We’re in public,” I say, but the thrill of it awakens every cell in my body.

He leads me to the other side of his desk and sits in his massive chair. It’s one of those high-back leather ones with armrests and wheels. Very fancy.

He motions with his finger for me to sit on the desk then opens a drawer and pulls out leg cuffs.

“You have sex toys at work?”

Hmm. I mean, I guess he’s been in the lifestyle for a little while, and he’s obviously had other partners. But that he’s constantly prepared at his business with sex toys is a little disconcerting.

As he cuffs one to my ankle, he explains, “So I put these in my Amazon cart the day after you came over, but I also threw in some stuff for the shop and had it sent here.” He cuffs the other side to the armrest on his chair. “My mistake, your benefit.” He does the same thing to the other ankle and arm rest. I’m sitting on his desk with my legs chained to his chair. Lukas has a very up close and personal view.

As he folds his hands and puts them on his lap, his eyes darken. “Tell me about what gets you off.”

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