Page 21 of Devious Temptation
“Lucy.”
I’m such a fucking asshole.
Her hips slow, but she continues to hold my hand to her even though I’ve stopped all movement. “Lucy!” I repeat, louder this time.
Her body jolts, chest heaving as clarity fills her gaze before morphing into confusion. “Lawson?”
A moment passes. Her hazel eyes dart side to side, studying my face, before dropping down to where she’s still got my wrist in a vise grip, holding my fingers hostage against her dripping cunt.
My chest tightens as I wait for the inevitable disgust to fill her beautiful gaze. The revulsion that she will feel thinking I must have taken advantage of her.
Neither happens.
Instead, the devious little vixen’s lips turn up in a smile.
Then she begins to ride my fingers again.
Lucy
“Lucy, we can’t,” Lawson pleads hoarsely.
He’s trying so hard to hold himself back. But all I want is for him to let go.
Tequila still addles my brain, making everything foggy, but I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want Lawson to make me come right now. My entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted from the inside out. I can feel the beat of his heart against mine, our pulses uniting as our bodies move together.
Am I surprised to find myself in his lap?
Yes.
I don’t remember a damn thing after asking him if he wanted me, and even that’s a little foggy.
Am I angry about it?
If I’m being honest, not at all.
Maybe it’s the tequila or the fact that this tension hasbeen building between us since he willingly watched me fall apart on his son’s cock, but the Lucy I am right now wants this.
Badly.
Tomorrow’s Lucy can deal with the aftermath.
“Yes, we can.” His eyes screw shut as I lift his hand to hold it up between us. It feels like molten lava is pouring through my veins and pooling between my legs.
Lawson’s rigid cock is like steel beneath me, and I relish the almost pained “Fuck,” that falls from his lips as I begin to ride him faster.
He tries to stop me. The hand that’s splayed across my left butt cheek moves to my side to push me away, but as his eyes finally open again, they lock onto his glistening fingers.
“No one has to know.” My words drag his darkened gray eyes to mine. “We can…” I nod affirmatively. “…just this once.”
“Lucy—” I press his fingers to his lips, and his eyes turn nearly black as he holds his breath.
I cup his face with my free hand. “It’s like the biggest fuck you to them both, don’t you think?” I don’t have to explain that I’m talking about Rhys and Charlotte.
It’s petty and childish, but again, it’s something tomorrow’s Lucy can deal with.
Tequila Lucy wants to be a petty ho right now.
“It can be our little secret,” I promise against the other side of his fingers. I don’t think I can get any more turned on than I already am, but I can smell my arousal on him, and it heightenseverything.
