Page 6 of Devious Temptation
Oh yes, you did, you piece of shit.
Thoughts of Rhys storming into my home office at any second to shout at me have me pacing, whiskey tumbler in hand, as I try to process what just happened.
She must think I’m disgusting.
Two minutes pass. Then five. Ten. Twenty.
All the while, my heart beats erratically in my chest, thumping its way to a heart attack. Its message is loud and clear:It’s been a nice life. You can die now that you just willingly stayed and watched as your son’s girlfriend got off while he was fucking her.
Fucking hell.
I toss back another three fingers while I wait for the inevitable shitstorm that’s about to fly through the house.
But it never comes.
Did she not tell Rhys?
After half an hour passes with no sign of life in the house except for River playing his video games in the basement, I settle at my desk and try to busy myself with work. I try to focus on anything other than how Lucy looked with a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin as she rocked her hips. Or her soft moans that crept through the thin walls of the pool house. Or the way she didn’t break eye contact when she saw me watching.
The way she didn’t fucking look away when sherealized.
Was it my imagination, or did she widen her legs when she came a second time?
Fuck.
No.
I can’t try to rationalize my way out of this. How will I ever be able to look her in the eye again?
Light knocking startles me from my thoughts, the soft tapping quiet enough that I assume it’s River. “Yeah?” I call out, like I usually do to permit my kids’ entrance into my private space.
Shuffling papers as the door opens, I glance up for a mere second to see what my son wants before jolting with shock at seeing Lucy in the doorway. She’s dressed, her cheeks glowing with a post-coital flush.
Or perhaps she’s just as embarrassed as I am.
“Hi,” she greets quietly, gently closing the door behind her as though she’s trying not to make a sound.
Words fail me as I watch Lucy walk further into my office, looking everywhere but at me. Her hair is a tangled mass of natural waves that dried haphazardly after her earlier dip in the pool, and she’s making more of a mess of itas she idly twists the dark copper strands around her finger. “Listen… I?—”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m so sorry.”
We stare at each other for a beat, then speak simultaneously once more.
“What areyousorry for?”
“Rhys and I never should have done that in the pool house.” Her cheeks must burn from how pink they are. The tip of her index finger is purple from how tightly she’s winding her hair around it. Lucy continues to stare at the floor, directly in front of my desk, as she confesses, “I knew we should have gone upstairs. I’m sorry that we were in a place where River could have seen us. It was completely irresponsible, not to mention disrespectful.”
I blink. “Lucy, I?—”
“Please… don’t, Lawson.” Her face scrunches in a wince. “It’s embarrassing enough as it is.”
I nearly let out a groan at the sound of my first name on her lips. I was really hoping to hear her say it in some capacity, but definitely not under these circumstances.
With a nod, I lean back in my chair. “You two are adults. It’s none of my business. As long as you’re being safe…” I trail off as Lucy’s face pales, expression glazing over as she gets lost somewhere in her mind.
Inwardly, I curse. If Rhys wasn’t on my shit list for his little outburst earlier and the shit he said to Lucy about her weight, he sure as hell is on it now.
