Page 135 of The Owner's Temptation

“Okay. I’ll just wait here until the driver is ready with the car.”

I don’t sit in the chair across from him. No. I slide up onto the edge of his desk and cross my legs, the tablet in my hands, pulled up to the client profile section.

I hear the faint grind of his teeth. The flex of his jaw. The tightening grip on his pen.

He leans back slowly in his chair, eyes unreadable. “What are you doing, Sienna?”

I give him a smile like butter wouldn’t melt on my tongue.

“You’re my sponsor. You should go over some clients with me for my first contract.”

His neck tenses so hard I swear I can hear the blood pulsing.

Still pretending? Okay.

I swipe to the first profile. “This one’s near your age. Seems well-traveled. Open to light kink. Interested in a Companion who’s obedient and curious.”

“Sienna.” His voice is warning. Low and strained. “No.”

I ignore it.

“Oh, orthis one.” I tap the screen. “He’s into foot play. Really into it. Honestly? I think I’msuperinterested in that. My arches are?—”

Lucian’s chair scrapes back suddenly. He leans forward, forearms on his knees, elbows tense. His head drops for a second like he’s trying to summon restraint from the pits of hell.

“Sienna,” he says, tightly. “Now is not a good fucking time for this.”

I press forward, voice honeyed and dangerous. “Oh, comeon, this one isdefinitelya dom-daddy if I’ve ever seen one.”

He snaps.

Hesurgesfrom the chair, and I barely flinch as the tablet is yanked from my hands and flung across the room like a damn frisbee. It crashes into the wall and shatters, shards flying across the floor.

My breath catches.

He’s between my legs in a second, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to make me gasp.

“That’s fucking enough,” he growls, eyes dark and wild. “You’re still a trainee untilIsay you’re done.”

I smile.

Because I know I’ve got him. And now, it’s my turn to burn the lines down.

I soften my body, tilt my hips. Let everything I’ve learned—and everything that comesnaturallyaround him—take over.

“Or,” I whisper, “you could keep breaking every law you’ve written for me.”

Something flickers in his eyes. Recognition. Guilt.Desire. He doesn’t mask it fast enough.

His grip eases in my hair, but he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t move. I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me.

My hand slides down between us, over his slacks. He’s hard.Of coursehe is.

He closes his eyes, but doesn’t move away. “What are you doing, Sienna?”

I tighten my grip on his cock through the fabric, stroking slowly. “Admit it, Lucian.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice is hoarse now. Unsteady.

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