Page 63 of Devious Temptation
Jealousy prickles down my spine. “So, you frequented a sex club and figured out what you liked sexually… with lots of women?” I know I have no right to be jealous. Lawson is an adult, and we weren’t together—I don’t even know if wearetogether—but I can’t stop the green monster from taking root in my chest.
“Does that bother you?” I can feel the heavy thump of his heart against his chest when I lay my head back down. It echoes in my ear while I come to terms with what he’s told me.
It’s not like I didn’t sleep with guys while I was away in college. We have pasts. And right now, we’re in the present. If we get our feelings hurt about things we did back then, there’s no healthy way to move forward.
“I guess not,” I sigh. “So, does that mean you had other girls call you Daddy?” The question sounds so stupid as it falls from my lips, and I hate how childish my voice sounds as it echoes throughout the bathroom.
Lawson chuckles, tilting my chin up so I have to look at him. “No, rainbow. That’s only ever been for your bratty mouth.”
Warmth floods my veins even though the water is beginningto get cold. “Well, I told you one of my fantasies. What’s one of yours?” I prop my chin on my hand as I stare at him.
He looks at me for a long while before he admits, “I want to film you.”
Film me?
My brows furrow, making him release a deep, rumbling laugh. “I know it sounds creepy, but I promise, there’s something about having a video to pull out and watch when you’re alone.”
He gently pushes me back and leans forward to pull the stopper from the drain. “It sounds narcissistic, but I wouldn’t do it to watch me. I’m sure there will be nights where we can’t be together, and I want to have something to remind me of the way your pussy swallows my cock when I don’t have the real thing.”
His crude words send a fiery blaze through my bones. Dirty talk gets me hotter than anything else, but coming from Lawson? I might as well just be a permanent puddle of goo.
“I would be okay with that,” I admit shyly.
The idea of him filming me—filming us—is interesting. I don’t exactly see the appeal, but as Lawson pulls me back against his chest, pointing to the giant mirrored wall across from us, I have a feeling I’m about to find out. He pulls the removable showerhead from its stand and turns the water on, ensuring it’s a comfortable temperature.
“Your face when you came apart earlier is now permanently branded on my retinas.” He begins to move the nozzle over me, washing away the tropical-smelling bubbles. “But having that immortalized on film? Having that memoryany time you aren’t near?” He moves the nozzle lower, inching toward that spot between my legs that’s now aching for him. “I’d give anything to have that, Lucy.”
“Ahh!” I cry out as he flips the spray to a steady, firm stream and sweeps it over my clit.
A hand cups my breast as he nips at my ear and whispers, “Watch the water.” He lowers the nozzle again until the stream spears open my pussy lips, and a foreign, warm feeling floods my insides. My head rolls back on his shoulder, and he chuckles. “Be a good girl and watch, rainbow.”
Wanting to please him, I do as he says. My breasts heave as he moves the water back to my clit. “Look how swollen you are for me. Look how pink, perfect, and needy you are.” His tongue traces a line along the column of my neck as he presses the stream directly against my center before moving it away again. He flicks the pressure button, and the water changes to a series of strong pulses. “We are visuals, rainbow. Watching something creates an understanding that heightens the pleasure.”
My fingers are white from gripping the tub so tightly. “Lawson,” I whine as he presses the pulsing water to my clit and doesn’t move it. My lower belly cramps, the pressure winding tighter and tighter.
“Watch,” he commands when my head falls back again.
The pressure is too much, and I feel myself careening over that blissful precipice. “I can’t! I’m going to come!”
My eyes snap shut, but his hand flies to cradle my face. “Open your eyes and watch yourself in the mirror as you come.” He wiggles the nozzle, forcing the pressure of the water to hit that desperate, needy part of me, and I watch myself come undone. My mouth falls open, and Lawson’seyes darken as he observes. “Give it all to me. Be a good girl. Keep coming for me.”
Wave after wave of white-hot scorching pleasure burns through me. When he removes the nozzle, I am breathing heavily, and a creamy white trail leaks from between my legs. It’s a visual that does things to my body.
“See?” I can hear the smile in Lawson’s tone as his cock strains long and hard against my tailbone.
I slam the water off and turn, climbing onto his lap and seating myself on his proud length. All his mirthful amusement dissipates as his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his hands grip my hips. He stretches me, and I can’t help but feel a warm, fuzzy feeling that flows through my chest.
We fit together so perfectly like we were made specifically for each other.
In an impressive show of strength, he rises, effortlessly lifting me while still sheathed inside my tight, warm walls. Carefully, he steps out of the tub, and I smash my lips to his as he carries me back to the bedroom.
We tirelessly worship each other’s bodies throughout the night, and when the next day rolls around, Lawson misses the rest of the conference and the goodbye dinner—choosing me for the rest of his weekend meals instead.
Twenty-Two
Smack!
Lucy discreetly slaps her thigh, bunching up her long skirt to reveal an irritated stretch of skin where a spot is beginning to bubble up. The sound isn’t loud enough for anyone to hear over Mike’s presentation, but since she’s sitting right next to me—and my attention is already on her, dreaming of the way her lips would look wrapped around me instead of her pen—the action snaps me from my daydreams.
