Page 25 of His Temptation
I can only think ofhim.
His hands. His voice. His eyes on me. His devilish smirk before his mouth descends on my most intimate area. The man would probably say the most wicked things.
I never knew how much the possibility of someone talking like that to me could turn me on—until now. Or maybe it’s not so much the words as much as the man behind them.
The moment they describe his hazel eyes watching her as his tongue sweeps across her pussy, I slam the book shut. My breaths are like ocean waves coming quickly as I try to control the effect the words are having on me.
My hand drifts under my shirt and rests on my belly. Maybe I should just try it and see what it feels like. I drag my hand down my stomach until it dips into my panties.
With my eyes closed, I imagine it’s him. His hand reaching into my panties and slowly grazing my clit. My hips shoot off the bed, the first touch already feeling thrilling. I dip my pointer and middle finger further until they are at the entrance of my pussy.
I don’t know how to gauge what is normal, but I am really wet. When I drag my fingers back up to my clit, I glide them around a lot easier with the moisture now. I explore different rhythms and speeds as I let my mind go where it wants to.
I picture myself on his desk with him between my legs. His sleeves are rolled up again, giving me a full view of the veins on his arms as his fingers work my clit.
My heart is pounding against my chest as my breathing accelerates.
The pleasure continues to increase until I’m not sure I can handle the sensations I’m experiencing. Then it hits me—anexplosion unlike anything I have ever felt before. The most intense part of it is around my pussy, but I feel it everywhere.
It’s not what the books describe it to be. It’s even better. My entire body feels completely satisfied. Not one muscle feels tense or stressed. Why don’t they prescribe masturbating if you’re feeling stressed? It certainly feels like a good solution to the problem. At least right now, it does.
I just know that I’m going to sleep well tonight. I can’t even regret thinking about Lincoln because I’m too satiated and relaxed to care.
The next morning, I can barely look him in the eyes. Every time I do, I picture them looking up at me while he’s between my legs. I blush like crazy and scurry away like a scared little koala bear.
I think I’ve effectively avoided him until he calls me into his office at the end of the day.
He looks me up and down in a way that has new meaning in my eyes. “I have to go to LA this weekend for a conference. It will have panel talks, lectures, interviews, and a gala in the evening. I’m the keynote speaker. I need you there with me.”
My first thought is how impressive it is that he was selected as the keynote speaker at such a big event in the industry. It shows the power and influence the man has, even outside of this company.
Then I realize what he’s asking. He wants me to go to California with him for the weekend. What am I supposed to say? This is clearly part of my job. But I’ve never left Benny alone this long.
“Is there a problem?” he asks impatiently as I stand in silence.
I gulp down my fear. I guess I have to tell him eventually. “It’s just … my brother.”
He furrows his brows. “What about your brother?”
“He, er … I’m his guardian. He’s only twelve. I’ve never left him alone for an entire night since …” I stop, not sure how much I want to share with him.
“Since?” He leans forward in his chair, his curiosity evident.
“Since my parents went missing five years ago,” I manage.
His face freezes. The usual mask of indifference is gone for the briefest moment. For a man who always commands the room, who never stutters over his words, he seems speechless. It dawns on me that I’ve only ever told my neighbor Angela about my past. I don’t have any friends to spill my sorrows to.
“You’ve been raising him on your own?” he finally asks, voice lower and less sure of himself.
I nod my head. “Since I was sixteen. That’s why I only have my GED. I convinced the court to give me guardianship if I worked during the day and took classes online to finish school.”
“And insurance money?” he asks.
I almost chuckle. His mind is never far from money.
“I never got any. They’d never found their bodies, so the court told me I had to wait seven years. I couldn’t afford a lawyer to help me fight it.”
A hint of anger shows on his face. Along with … admiration? I can’t tell.
