Page 110 of The Owner's Temptation

I rise and move behind her.

My hand smooths down her leg, gently widening her thighs the way I want them.

She tenses and tries to relax with a broken exhale.

I brush her long auburn hair to one side, baring the line of her neck. I don’t kiss her. I just lean in, speaking close to her ear, my breath warm on her skin.

“Everything about a Ledger Companion is a piece of art. Always on display.”

I correct her posture, one hand at her shoulder, the other at the small of her back.

“I’m paying for these round tits,” I murmur, letting my hand skim the side of one breast. My thumb teases beneath the curve.

She exhales sharply. “Lucian…”

That voice.

She’s wet for me. Her legs part just slightly more.

I don’t reward her. Just continue, letting my hand trail from her hip down her thigh—bare today, no stockings.

While I enjoy those stirrups, I like this even more.

Bare skin, soft and warm under my hands.

The hem of her dress rises as I stroke up her thigh again. “Even if they don’t touch you… even if you never fuck them… you’re still a masterpiece they’re paying to enjoy.”

I move back to my chair, seated like a king while she kneels, flushed and needy.

Her eyes are blown wide with lust, her cheeks pink, her chest rising with shallow breaths.

I down the rest of my whiskey. “Let’s try again.”

She stands, finally getting the game. A temptress. A siren in a short dress and no shoes. Her hips sway as she moves.

“Of course,” she purrs near my ear as she bends to take the glass.

She returns with fresh whiskey. This time, she holds my gaze as she lowers herself.

“Knees, Angel.”

She starts to look down.

“Eyes on me.”

Those blue eyes snap back up instantly.

“Good.”

She assumes the position again—but not quite right.

Her knees are too close.

The smirk on her lips tells me she knows it.

She’s asking for a correction.

Begging for it.

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