Page 80 of His Temptation
“Lean back, baby,” I whisper. “Let me get a taste of your pussy.”
She listens to me and lets me pull off her jeans and panties. When she spreads her legs for me, just the sight of how wet she is makes my dick twitch with appreciation.
I spend the next hour losing myself in her. She’s the only thing that exists; she’s the only thing that matters. Not my name, my title, my bank account, my past. Just her.
There’s no parents’ disapproval—no begging for scraps of attention that I never received.
I shouldn’t need this. I shouldn’t need her. But I do. And the most dangerous part? I never want it to end.
29
KYLIE
“I’m excited to see your first basketball game this weekend,” I tell Ben over breakfast, which has become my favorite part of the day. It’s the time I get him refreshed from sleep and willing to talk.
At dinner, he’s tired from the day or looking to escape and go text his new friends. I’m genuinely shocked by the one-eighty he has done since seeing his therapists. Especially this new one who seems to be somewhat of a mystery. He apparently doesn’t come out and greet parents after his sessions, which I find a bit odd.
“I think my therapist might stop by and watch the game. He said he’d try to make it,” he tells me.
“Really? That’s cool. You really seem to get along with him.”
He nods his head. “He’s like an older brother.”
I realize what he has been lacking in his life—having a male to look up to. I can cook for him, play board games, and support him in every way possible, but I can’t provide that male bonding that every boy needs.
“I’d like to meet Scott next time. You should tell him to come out with you.”
He shrugs. “I’ll ask.”
“Well, I’d like to meet him before I do something like allow him to see you outside of your sessions.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, then scoots out of his seat.
And just like that, I’ve got a teenager on my hands. Attitude and all. But I don’t care because we just had an entire conversation, and he didn’t stutter or slow down once.
He still speaks slower than most people, but it isn’t so obvious. And that is wortheverythingto me.
The week has flown by at the office. It’s already Wednesday, and I’m waiting for some important emails to come in for Lincoln regarding the acquisition. After our time together on Saturday, it’s been slightly back to normal between us. He’s loosened up, but I still feel like he’s holding back on me.
I don’t know why he cuts off all conversations that deal with his family or childhood. It’s like that side of him is off-limits and I’m not allowed to know about it. It’s clearly a dark time of his life, but I don’t understand why I can’t be part of it. If we’re doing this, if we’re really dating, we can’t hide entire pieces of ourselves from each other.
I want to talk to him, but I don’t know how without pushing him away. And I can’t keep this up with lying to Ben about where I am when he’s out with friends or at basketball. We have to figure out what we are and go public with it, or this needs to end.
I don’t even know what going public looks like though. Do I lose my job? That can’t happen, and I don’t think Lincoln would let it happen, unless there’s some kind of company policy.
The phone rings.
“Mr. Monroe’s office,” I say into the earpiece.
“Hello. This is Tricia Stanford. Is Lincoln available?” a woman’s sultry voice asks.
I look at Lincoln’s line and see that he is on the phone. “I’m sorry. He is currently on a phone call at the moment. May I take a message?”
“Yes, please tell him that I called and wanted to saythank youfor dinner last night.”
My stomach churns as I try to process what she is saying. I didn’t know Lincoln went out to dinner last night. He told me he was busy when I asked what he was doing. Ben had practice until seven, and I’d thought we could spend some time together.
“I will certainly tell him,” I reply as I jot down her name and the number on the screen.
