Page 40 of His Temptation
I’m in another world, another dimension, as the shock waves keep going. And he doesn’t stop until I’m totally spent and my body goes limp. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I watch him stand up and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. Once the moment passes, I realize that I’m sitting on my boss’s desk with my legs spread wide open. I close them immediately and work quickly to get off of his desk and get decent again.
He watches me intensely the entire time. I can tell something is on his mind.
As I zip the back of my skirt, I break the silence. “You want to say something.”
He pulls on the back of his neck. “I just …” He stumbles over his words and looks at the ground. “I just … I want to make sure we …”
I raise my eyebrows as I wait for him to spit it out. “Yes?”
“That you know what this is. I don’t do relationships. I could never be the kind of man you would want to date.”
I laugh at the mere idea of dating him. “I know. I set up your dates and send them flowers the next day. Trust me, I get it.”
I think I see a flash of hurt on his face before he recovers and straightens his spine.
“Okay. Good. It’s not that it wasn’t incredible. You’re very beautiful. I just don’t want you to confuse this for something that it isn’t.”
“And what isthisexactly?” I ask.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Just two people who are attracted to each other, giving in to their urges. We’re both adults. It doesn’t have to mean anything. But I’m not taking your virginity. You should save that for someone special.”
He’s right. He is the last person I should want to give my virginity to. So, why did I get a heavy, sinking feeling in my chest just now?
16
LINCOLN
I’d never come so hard in my life as I did last night in my shower. My orgasm went on forever as I played back the events from earlier that evening with Kylie.
The taste of her.
The feeling of her tight pussy around my fingers.
Knowing that nobody had touched her there, except for me.
I’m hard now, just thinking about it. I’ve had that problem all damn day as she struts in and out of my office in that tight pencil skirt of hers. Knowing what she looks like underneath.
I’ve been tempted to ask her to stay so I can eat her out on my desk again, but we have this opportunity to acquire another airline company that’s struggling. They don’t own a huge share of the market, but it would still give me more of an edge on our competitor. Alas, I am stuck working instead of finding new ways to make my assistant come all over my tongue.
Sometime after lunch, she scurries into my office and closes the door shut. Her cheeks are a deep pink, like she’s overheated. She looks like she might have a fever.
“Is everything all right?” I ask, trying not to sound too concerned.
She bites her bottom lip and looks down at the ground while she nods her head. I’m not sure what is going on, but something seems off.
“Are you sure, Kylie? You aren’t looking so good,” I reply as I stand up and walk up to her. I place my hand on her forehead. “You’re really warm.”
“I … I wanted to come in here before I lost my nerve.” She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I don’t understand.”
“I just took my lunch,” she explains. “I was just in the break room, so I decided to read. My books—they’ve been my escape since my parents died.”
I’m still not following why that made her run in here, breathing heavily and looking flushed.
She continues, “They are adult books.”
It strikes me what she means by that. I just don’t want to spook her and make any assumptions. I realize there is not only an age difference, but also an experience difference. The last thing I want is for her to feel like I’m putting ideas in her head.
