Page 31 of Devious Temptation
Her ponytail sways as she shakes her head and taps her white stiletto-clad foot. “We’re allowed to take breaks, you know.”
“Is this how it’s always going to be? You’re acting like you’re mad at me, and I haven’t done anything.” I walk toward her one slow, calculated step at a time.
Not one hair is out of place, and her makeup is bolder than yesterday. Her navy swing dress is office professional, yet still somehow manages to make me think of all the dirty things I want to do to her while she’s wearing it. When I arrived at the office this morning, a little zing of pride shotthrough my chest at the thought that maybe she’d dressed up for me, though I quickly squashed it.
Lucy Bradee is eighteen years younger than I am. And a mistake I made six years ago that changed my life forever. I can not andwill notgo there with her again.
But fuck if I don’t want to bend her over my desk right now and have my wicked way with her. I’m ashamed to admit I jerked off to thoughts of doing precisely that—multiple times last night, not to mention this morning in the shower.
“I don’t know,Mr. Morgan. I’m a little confused, if I’m being honest.” She stands her ground as I approach, craning her neck up to maintain eye contact as I step closer than I should. I still want her just as badly as I did back then, regardless of her connection to my son. No matter how many times I’ve tried to remove her from my brain, she’s stamped on my damn heart like a forbidden sin.
Images of her on her knees with my hand wrapped around her ponytail flash through my brain. Mentally, I swat them away.
Pull yourself together, Lawson.
“What are you confused about?” My fingers curl in my pockets as a cloud of the same vanilla-lilac perfume she wore when she was younger drifts up to tease my senses.
“Well,” she starts, looking down at the floor as if suddenly unsure of her words. “…considering how we left things all those years ago, and how you always treated me, I guess you’d be a little more… nice?”
Her statement jars me. I blink down at her in surprise. “Nice?”
“Yeah, I don’t know. You’re… different.” She blows out a breath and tosses her hands up. “I get it. A lot of time has passed. I’m just used to you being a nice guy, and all you’ve done for the last day and a half is bark orders and make me feel like everything I’m doing is wrong. The Lawson I know?—”
“The Lawson youknewis a very different man now, Lucy.” Against my better judgment, I pull my hand from my pocket and grasp her chin, lifting it so she has to look at me again. Just like all those nights ago, a visible current of electricity sparks between us at the touch, drawing a gasp from her lips that I want to swallow whole before eliciting an entirely different sound from her mouth.
Her eyes darken, and her breath picks up, chest rising and falling rapidly as my fingers tighten ever so slightly. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like you’re not doing a good job. However, the Lucy I know wouldn’t be so bothered by a manbarking orders, as you so eloquently put it. The Lucy I know also wouldn’tsassher boss so much.”
She steps back, jerking her chin out of my hold with a smirk. “Well, I guess I’m a very different woman than I was back then. The Lucy youknewdoesn’t exist anymore,” she throws her version of my words back at me. “Did you need something?”
You—on my desk so that I can bury myself inside you.
Fuck. Lawson, knock it off.
I move around the desk to sit in my chair, clicking at something random on my desktop to look indifferent. “It just looked like that Mike guy was making you a bit uncomfortable, that’s all.” She makes a little huffing sound, and when I glance back at her, she’s wearing a giant smile. “What?”
“Nothing.” Sheshakes her head, ponytail of bouncy waves flying to and fro. “You’re just always looking out for me. Guesssomethings never change.”
Lucy
I really regret moving around my workstation now.
It’s like I can feel Lawson’s eyes burning a hole into my back at all hours of the day. My shoulders ache from sitting so stiffly since my body is not used to what is technically supposed to be “correct posture.”
The bow at the base of my throat that ties the neck of my dress together feels suffocating. My entire body feels feverish, and the thing I want most in the world is an ice-cold bath.
After Lawson takes me on top of his desk.
Or against the bookshelf in his office.
Hell, can it be both?
I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve spent at least an hour between last night and this morning hittin’ the kitten to thoughts of the man I could never seem to get out of my head. I know it’s against company policy for executives to date employees?—
Whoa, no one said anything about dating, Lucy. No, we’re just talking about that gorgeous specimen of a man fucking you until you see stars and pass out.
I don’t know how this will ever work.
I feel like I can’t get my job done with him just feet away, staring at the back of my head like he wishes that act alone would get rid of me. Clearly, Lawson doesn’t want to work together. And I can’t figure out if it’s because he’s remindedof that night when he looks at me or because he just doesn’t want someone as young as I am being his assistant lead.
