Page 7 of Lust

“Okay. That would be lovely.”

“Do you have a phone?” I ask, keeping my voice level so as not to convey my satisfaction while ignoring the grumpy arse behind me. He’ll thank me later. Sydney digs around in her handbag and pulls out her mobile.

“Open it,” I tell her, then hold out my hand. She does as I asked, then hands it over. I really like the way she so easily follows instructions. Her fingers brush against mine with a delicious spark. I add my number then hit call. My phone rings in my pocket a second later, and I cancel the call, handing her phone back to her.

“I’ll call you later to arrange a time and place.”

“Okay,” she says quietly, dropping her phone back into her handbag, then awkwardly looking past me to say bye to Ro before stepping back out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Spinning around with acat that got the creamsmile plastered on my face, I wait for Ro’s wrath. His fury is beautifully devastating when I meet his stare.

I hold up a hand as he opens his mouth to blast me for my actions. I turn an ear to the door and listen as Sydney’s footsteps fade away.

“Before you bite my head off, I have a good reason.”

“Needing to get your dick wet is not a valid reason for fucking around with the daughter of the man I plan to destroy.”

“We. We plan to destroy, Ro,” I remind him with a flick of a hand between us. “While that is true, it’d be a pleasurable bonus.” Rushing to continue before he loses his shit completely, I say, “Assuming she knows nothing of her father’s past, and with her being so fucking innocent, imagine what a blow it will be to corrupt his precious daughter.” I let that sit for a minute. “Aside from that, now I have her mobile number I can track her.”

Ro rubs a hand over the scruff on his face, still eyeing me with murderous intent. “This was not the plan, Blake.”

“I know but think about it. Think about how much fun we could have defiling Sydney Kincaid while we obliterate her father’s reputation.”

Ro’s eyes darken, and I know I’ve got him. The man whose control is unwavering can’t resist the idea of destroying everything that means anything to Amos Kincaid.

Sydney might be innocent, in every sense of the word, but she doesn’t need to know our true intentions. And she never will. Once Amos is annihilated, Ro and I will disappear back to our lives and Sydney will move on, better for being rid of her father and knowing the truth about who he really is.

A fucking murdering rapist.

“We?” he questions.

“Yes, we. Turn on the charm, and that girl will fall at our feet. You telling me you didn’t see the interest in her eyes? I sure as fuck did.”

“No, I saw it. The same as I saw it the other day when I met her. I’m certain she creamed her knickers after putting her hands on me. It was adorable. That and the?—”

“Blush of her cheeks. Mmmm. Yep, I saw,” I say, shamelessly pressing against my hard cock and wondering how the hell I’m meant to walk around for the rest of the day with a hard on. Because I know Ro isn’t going to ease my pain.

Ro’s eyes flick to my hand clasping my junk. “Problem?” he asks, a wicked and knowing gleam in his eyes.

“You offering?” I smirk and walk to where he still sits in his chair. When he pushes the chair back, I catch a glimpse of his hand adjusting his own dick. Seems the feeling is mutual. Tonight is going to be fun.

“The hell I am. Delayed gratification, Blake.” He pushes to his feet, stepping closer until his chest meets mine. “Keeping your dick throbbing in your pants all day as you think about what I’ll do to you later will cause me so much pleasure,” he whispers, cupping me over my trousers and eliciting a groan from me as he gives a gentle squeeze. He leans into my neck, lips meeting my heated skin, as he trails kisses down to the collar of my T-shirt. I raise a hand to grip his hair only for him to lift his head before I can get to it. “Now, now, none of that,” he rasps out, tone deep and rich, full of controlled desire.

“You’re a bastard.”

“I know. You’ll be grateful later. I promise.” He brings his lips to mine for a hard kiss, ensuring he doesn’t get too lost in it and lose that tight control he prides himself on, then he pulls back, sits back in his chair and reaches for a large diary on the desk.

“Fuck,” I say, adjusting myself again as I leave to Ro’s laughter echoing behind me.

I hold back in the entrance of the church for a couple of minutes and wait for my dick to soften to an acceptable level for being in public. Walking down the road with a roaring hard on—a very visible one—is the quickest route to a charge of indecency in a public place. Aside from not wishing to be labelled a pervy flasher, we don’t need to the old bill looking into us too closely.

Another reason I think bringing Sydney into the fold is the best idea. What I actually mean is our bed. Keeping her sweet and fully focused on getting off instead of what we are doing is a win win.

It’s not the first time Ro and I have added a little pussy to the mix. With us both being bi, it makes the most sense. Best of both worlds. Some might consider our relationship unusual, but it’s what works for us. And you’d be surprised by how many straight women find it sexy as hell watching two guys fucking, usually while one of us fucks her.

Jesus! My train of thought is not helping the situation in my boxers. While my mind is so clearly in the gutter and with no work as it’s Sunday, I decide I’m in the mood for a new book, something filthy, and head toward the bookshop.

Sydney’s bookshop.

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