Page 48 of Devious Temptation
Irritation bursts into feral possessiveness as another photo loads, and I find myself staring at the guy nuzzling her neck while Lucy grins at the camera like she’s looking straight into my soul.
Come and get me, Lawson. I dare you.
I’m losing the battle with myself because all I want is to claim the little brat. Damn the company policy. Damn ourage difference. And damn the fact that she used to date my son.
“You know, you’re getting far too much entertainment out of this,” I tell Jules as I stand to collect my keys and wallet.
“I heard the keys. He’s going to get her. Jesus, man, it’s about time,” Cameron comments.
“Goodbye, you two.” I don’t wait to hear what else they have to say and hang up, already halfway down the hall.
It’s only because she’s going to get herself into trouble. I’m just looking out for her.
But as I get behind the wheel, even though I’ve had a few drinks, I know it’s a hell of a lot more than that.
My tempting little rainbow just won this round.
Everyone at Sk8Land is decked out in neon colors and glow stick necklaces and bracelets, so I stand out in my dark work slacks and white button-down. A few people peer at me as I walk by, but no one greets me or acknowledges that the boss has arrived.
Roving spotlights dance over the giant skating rink, and dim recessed lights barely illuminate the surrounding area where people gather around tables of food. A particularly enthusiastic group in one corner is doing karaoke despite the loudspeakers playing classic 80s hits.
I keep to the shadows, searching for Lucy’s red hair and sky-blue bodysuit. Finally, I find her talking to the guy fromthe photos with a red Solo cup in hand. They are secluded from everyone else, half in the shadows of a row of lockers.
Lucy tips her head back and lets out a loud peal of laughter at something he says. Red takes over my vision, and it’s not from the flashing spotlights. I pull out my phone and dim the screen as low as it will go before sending her a message.
Lawson
Excuse yourself to the bathroom. Now.
Her phone lights up in her black, paint-splattered fanny pack, and without breaking eye contact with the guy, she pulls the device out before her eyes finally fall to the screen. A smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, and I realize two things simultaneously.
One: Shewasgoading me to come out, and I fell for her little plan. And two: Lucy will definitely receive the spanking she desperately needs tonight.
Without waiting to see if she obeys me, I turn and walk to the bathrooms by the entrance. I purposefully parked nearby in the parking garage so that I could easily grab her and haul her ass to my vehicle without anyone seeing.
If Lucy wants to act like a little brat, then a punishment from Daddy is exactly what she will get. The whiskey swims in my veins, enough to create that floating feeling but not enough to hinder my ability to drive or give Lucy an orgasm after she’s slept off all the alcohol in her system. I know it’s a bad choice, and I know there will be consequences I’ll haveto deal with in the morning. But it’s a problem I can deal with tomorrow.
Tonight, the little brat ismine.
Lucy
Triumph rushes through my veins as I see Lawson's message. Did I know what I was doing when I kept uploading pictures of my cute outfit? And with Joey—who wants to jump Lawson’s bones as much as I do? Of course, I did.
Lawson might tell himself that something between us isn’t possible because of whatever x, y, or z problem he wants to come up with on any given day, but the fact that he’shereonly proves that we still have an undeniable pull to each other.
He wants to be my protector, and I want to snap his resolve like a rubber band. Judging by the angry look on his face, the rubber band is fraying.
“Well, hi, Mr. Morgan! It's so good of you to join us! I’m sure everyone will be thrilled to see you.” Liquid courage has me doing a little spin for him. “Whatcha think? Did I manage to pull off the 80s vibe?”
“What did I tell you about drinking so much in public places?” he growls as he grabs my arm and pulls me to the exit. “Let’s go.”
“Hey! What the heck, Lawson? Where are we going?” My efforts to get him to slow down are futile as he drags me toward his car. “I’m not ready to leave yet. Stop!” I have to use all my weight to pull my arm from his grip.
When he spins around, I can smell the whiskey on hisbreath as he crowds me against the wall of the parking garage. “Aren’t you, Lucy? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to show up?”
Every part of me ignites at his strength. The way he grabs my wrists—gently but firmly—reminds me that he’s bigger. Stronger.Dominant. And the need that flows through me—the need to make him lose control—is so powerful that I feel like I’m turning to liquid beneath his stony gray scowl.
“Because you can’t resist a damsel in distress, can you?” I taunt.
