Page 29 of His Temptation
“Are—are you sure?” she whispers.
I should tell her no. Tell her it’s dangerous and the line between employee and boss could start to blur in my mind.
“Please. I want you to,” I reply. “What do you say we go back to our rooms?” I glance down at my watch. “It’s one in the morning our time. We need to get some good sleep if we’re going to survive the weekend.”
We both ditch our drinks on a table and head for the elevators.
Alone in the elevator, I look over at her and remember this is her first time in LA. This is her first time outside of New York.
“I’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to use that rooftop pool tomorrow.”
Her brow arches delicately, as if I caught her by surprise. “It’s fine. I know you told me we came here to work.”
“I insist. It’s the weekend. There’s no reason you can’t escape for a bit and have a little fun.”
A soft smile appears on her lips. “Thank you. What about you?” she asks as we walk off the elevator and onto our floor.
“What about me?” I ask.
“Do you ever escape and have some fun on these trips?”
She doesn’t know what she just asked. All it does is make me imagine taking her into my room right now and having all the fun I want to have with her.
We get to our doors, and I sweep my gaze up her unapologetically—deliberately.
“I know how to have my own fun. But it’s a little more intimate—a little dirtier than sunbathing at a pool.” I watch her throat bob at my words, and a smirk takes over. “Have a good night, Kylie.”
“You too, Mr. Monroe.” Her voice wavers.
“Lincoln,” I correct. “Don’t make that mistake again. You know how much I dislike it when you disobey me.”
With that, before I do something stupid, I walk into my room and close the door. I fall back against the door with the most uncomfortable hard-on I’ve ever had. My jaw tightens as my head hits the wood. With my eyes closed, I wrestle with what I want to do right now and what I should do.
Ignoring the voice that tells me to just get in bed and go to sleep, I reach for my buckle and undo it as images of my assistant in that damn dress she was wearing tonight flood my brain. I pull my dick out of my pants. My fist tightens around my shaft as I move it along my thickness, nice and slow. I want to savor the feeling.
Knowing that she is right next to me in the other room just heightens how crude and vulgar what I am doing is. I wonder how she would feel if she knew I was fucking my own hand to thoughts of her.
I picture her standing in front of me as she slowly takes off her dress. She’s in a lacy black lingerie set. That makes my fist move faster, and I grip it tighter as my body reacts to the images in my head.
I keep up the pace as she glides the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unsnaps it. I’m already on the verge of exploding, and then it falls to the ground. Her perky breasts and rosy nipples are there for my eyes to feast on.
The next second, I’m exploding all over my hand with a groan.
Once the euphoria wears off, I’m left with regret, but most of all … confusion.
13
KYLIE
“So, you’re doing okay?” I ask Benny as I stand in the corner of the hall just outside the conference room.
We are just about to break for a couple of hours.
He sighs into the phone. The phone that I bought him before I left. It was the only way I felt comfortable leaving him. That, and the fact that Angela is watching him.
“I mean, you can keep texting me and asking … but my answer isn’t going to change. I’m fine,” he says. Of course, he says it slowly and with several pauses, but he doesn’t stutter once.
“I’m sorry, buddy. This is a big step for me, spending a night away from you.”
