Page 43 of Reckless Temptation

He…

I lifted my hand to my mouth, wishing my fingers weren’t trembling. Seeing the evidence of how much he shook me confused me and pissed me off even more.

Touching my fingertips to my lips, I tried to catch my breath at the lingering tingle he’d given me there. Every millimeter of contact had sparked and zinged me, and I didn’t like how it had me wishing I’d caved.

No.

Never.

I blinked, trying to snap myself out of this stunned trance he’d left me in.

He’d kissed me.

He’d touched me.

He’d offered to help me.

And I had done all I could to resist.

“What thefuckwas that about?”

I shoved off the car, angry that I’d gotten so weak for him. Then as I looked back at the engine, I grew annoyed that he’d distracted me—so epically—with ease.

I shouldn’t have been so shocked. The man had painted me in a provocative pose. He clearly had been thinking about me, a lot, and not in a general consideration.

He’s been… fantasizing about me.

Furrowing my brow, I tried to shut off that realization to focus on my problem at hand. This wasn’t the time to be overwhelmed by his obvious desire for me. I had to get this car going and get home. Pronto.

But as I searched on my phone for DIY tutorials of how to check my car over, praying the last bits of the battery power would last, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

How he’d made me so breathless and hungry for more.

How he’d teased me to lust for him with a need I’d never given myself the freedom to experience at all.

The heat of his hand on me. The softness of his lips over my skin.

The memories brought out a fresh wave of goosebumps, and I scowled at the idea that I couldn’t stop him from messing with me like this.

As I searched for answers about how to get my car running again, I battled the memories of what he’d done and said. I struggled with the confusion about his motives. And I tried my best to concentrate on the task at hand and avoid any analysis about him—or how I’d wanted him so desperately.

Something had to be severely wrong and twisted with me to admit that I desired my bully. Admitting that I wanted Nick would be the same as forfeiting my sense of self-love and decency. I would only be forfeiting my standards and my concept of self-worth to lust after that man.

But I did, and that was how I sank under the oppressive shame for the rest of the day and into the afternoon.

With the help of my phone, I searched how to find the parts that needed to be fixed or plugged back in. The coils. The spark plugs, the starter wire. The battery terminal connections. I hadn’t planned on giving myself a crash course about the components of a car that made itgo, but I refused to give up.

My phone died well before I moved on to the matter of the flat tire. That was self-explanatory. Besides, I’d helped Dad change a tire a couple of years ago when he was dealing with horrible tendonitis in his wrist. Still, I wasn’t dressed for this ordeal, and the tire was much harder to get off than I recalled it being. Lugging the spare out of the trunk took forever too.

In the end, I was damned proud of myself for getting the car going again. I hated that my parents would have to have the tire repaired since whoever had tampered with the car had dug a knife into it, but I smiled as I finally got behind the steering wheel. At last, I could make the two-hour drive home.

I heaved out a sigh, so happy that I’d succeeded—and without having to give in to Nick.

I sped the best I could with the spare’s speed limit on the highway, and as I hurried back home, I tried to shift my mind away from Nick and this lingering desire I couldn’t shut off for him. No matter how much my pussy still throbbed and the juices of my arousal stuck to my panties, I wouldn’t let him claim my thoughts.

Instead, I panicked as I looked at the time and worried that I’d miss the dinner and meeting at the Lorsen mansion. The more I focused on that goal, the more I fell back to the misgivings and doubts that came about being on the Lorsen & Spengler team as an intern.

Is it worth it?

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