Page 133 of The Owner's Temptation

That mouth. That tongue. Those fingers.

And fuck, the way he talks so nasty.

Blindfolded, I could hear it. I could hear Lucian in every word.

That first round I was so nervous. My heart was pumping so hard, it sounded like the bass music of the club thumping in my ears.

The anticipation of what a tongue would feel like on me.

Histongue.

Then he made me come and come again. He came on me, with me.

His dick, so fucking long and thick sliding against me in such a primal way.

It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

But I heard it. After he kissed me like I was dying, he was so close to my ear.

“You did so good for me.”I knew it was him. Lucian.

He’s said that to me before in his office, when I did good during my sponsor training.

But fuck, the way he devoured me. Hung my legs over his wide shoulders and feasted.

Moved me to the bed and kept going. He let me take the blindfold off, only because it was pitch-black. He didn’t want me to know it was him yet, but I figured it out.

I felt some of the raised lines of his tattoos. The ones that crawl up his forearms, teasing me each time he rolls his sleeves up.

He laid down and I rode his face. My fingers ran through his short hair, finally touching him after weeks of longing.

I couldn’t take anymore. And just like he promised, he devoured my tears, taking even my anguish and claiming it for himself. The last time he made me come, it was so gentle. Reverent.

Then he pulled the covers over us, wrapped me in his arms and told me to sleep.

My eyes were closing on their own when he tipped my mouth up to his for one more kiss.

Like he knew it would be the last one.

“I’m breaking every law I’ve written for you.”

Then nothing. Darkness. Sleep. Oblivion.

I woke up hours later. Alone.

The house was silent. No trace of him. Just me, lying in a ridiculously luxurious bed, my body aching in the best way possible.

I’d wandered the sleek halls, slowly coming back to myself. Found a note on the kitchen counter beside a package.

“Shower. Dress. The car will take you wherever you wish.”

Inside the package: my phone, my clutch, shoes, a bra and panties. Then a soft, navy-colored dress that skimmed my curves and exposed thevery intentionalmarks he’d left on my body.

On my thighs. My breasts. My neck.

Like he’d wanted to make sure Iremembered.

I had extra time, so I explored more of the house. It looked so different in the daylight.

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