Page 19 of Lethal Legacy

I know I should delete it. I know it’s beyond wrong to possess it, let alone even think about watching it. Probably illegal, too, not that I could give a shit about the law.

I hit play anyway.

I get hard the minute I watch Miss Lopez sashay into my office. She pauses, staring at my back, and her nipples suddenly become visible outlines under her shirt.

Christ.This was a bad idea.

And there’s no way in hell I’m turning it off.

I put my hands behind my head to resist the urge to jack off. I might allow myself to watch the damn thing, but I’m not going full creep.

The view of her luscious ass bending over my desk is even better from the overhead camera than it was from behind, since I can also watch her gorgeous tits nearly fall right out of her top on their own and her nipples swell as I make the comment about her slipping.

That word wasn’t an accident.

After months of imagining Lucia bent over my desk, the reality made me even harder than I am right now. Clearly, going by the suddenly glazed look in her eyes and the way she’s scraping that delicious lower lip, I’m not the only one who’s been imagining that particular scenario.

She turns around. I watch my furious reaction to her disheveled appearance and feel a not-insignificant amount of self contempt.

I called her a whore in every way but the actual word. Which, given my own ability to fuck around, is some level of hypocrisy.

Subtle, asshole. Real subtle.

Then I watch her rip straight back into me, with a ridiculous lack of fear for someone who knows exactly what level of savagery I’m capable of. Eyes flashing, chest heaving—even tearing me apart, she’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

By the time she gets to the line about twisted punishment, tying her to my bed is all I can think about.

It doesn’t get any easier after that.

Every moan. Every hitched breath. The way her eyes flutter closed and her head goes back on my shoulder, like she can’t even hold herself up anymore. That delicious peach of an ass pushing back against my dick. The way her breasts thrust toward my hands, even before I’ve released them from that joke of a T-shirt.

God, I thought my imagination might have exaggerated just how perfect her tits are, but the truth is even my wildest fantasies didn’t come close to doing them justice. I’d give Hale’s entire yearly income to get my mouth around the two swollen scarlet buds thrusting up from the ripe flesh beneath.

And that pussy . . .

When I slipped my finger inside her, she was so wet I could have come just from touching her.

Watching her orgasm a second time tests my self-control to the limit.

By the time I’ve watched her scream and buck under my hand, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, I’m painfully fucking hard.

I know there’s no chance in hell of me walking away from Miss Lucia Lopez, or at least, not until I’ve fucked every last one of those delicious moans out of her.

I pause the screen on the frame of her at the moment of orgasm, her fingers clutching the swollen orbs on her chest, the bee-stung lips wet and open against my palm, her ass thrust back against both my shaft and my fingers, and walk over to the plate glass windows.

It’s going to take an ice bath to get my cock down.

Meanwhile, I have an idea.

Potentially an extremely dangerous one, but then, I’ve never been one to walk away from danger.

And it does fall under the category of mutually beneficial.

I call my lawyer, explain the contract I want drawn up, and tell him I’ll take care of the background check. Pavel is the most discreet and loyal of my employees; I’ll give the job to him. I don’t like the idea of outsiders knowing things about Miss Lopez until I do.

Then I find Lucia’s number on my phone and start punching out a message.

My office, ten am tomorrow. If you miss our appointment, my offer will be taken permanently off the table.

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