Page 65 of Devious Temptation
Her fingers twist together nervously. “Should I, uh… should I bring anything specific?”
Shaking my head, I drag my eyes over her body shamelessly, imagining what every inch of skin will look like, bareand at my mercy tonight. “No. I have everything I need. I’ll cook you dinner. Does salmon sound good?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums as she opens the door. “That sounds great.”
Lucy
Returning to the Morgans’ home is like walking into a fever dream. Nearly everything is as I remember it, with the exception of a few added photo frames on the walls—pictures of Lawson with River in New York and Rhys with Charlotte at Ole Miss games. It doesn’t look like there’s been one with all four of them since graduation day.
I follow the scent of pan-fried salmon to the kitchen. There’s an undercurrent of my favorite cookies wafting through the house as I refamiliarize myself with the space I spent so much time in during my senior year.
“Lawson Morgan, did you make me cookies?” I singsong in my best Southern accent as I step into the kitchen to see him doing a million things at once at the stove. He’s changed into dark gray joggers with a tight black t-shirt, making my mouth water at the sight of his rippling muscles.
“Maybe.” He smirks and leans over for a quick kiss before resuming his cooking. “But you only get them if you’re a good girl tonight.”
Quickly, I reach around him and pluck an asparagus off the broiler pan. “Hey!” He swats at my hand with a black spatula. “Not off to a good start there, rainbow.”
Lemony, buttery goodness floods my mouth as I bite off the end of the stalk. “Mmmm. God, I missed your cooking. Myparents are great, don’t get me wrong, but I always loved having dinner over here.” Muscle memory takes me to the cabinet, and I fill a glass with crushed ice and water from the fridge dispenser.
“I’ll cook for you every night while River’s gone if you want a staycation.”
It’s such a casual suggestion that it catches me a little off guard. I choke on my bite, taking a moment to clear my throat before I’m able to swallow correctly. “You mean, like, move in for the week?”
“Yeah. Only if you want to, though.” He sounds a little more unsure than he did just a few seconds ago.
I’m silent for a while. I didn’t really think about where we’d be sleeping tonight. I assume in his room, in his bed—a bed he shared with Charlotte for years. Suddenly, I don’t feel the giddy excitement that I’ve had since we made our plans this afternoon.
As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, Lawson looks at me over his shoulder. “I haven’t slept in Charlotte’s room in years. I sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, even when she’s in Florida.”
I find myself nodding and saying, “Okay. That would be nice then.” My eyes flick to the island, where he’s already laid out plates and silverware. “I remember you saying once that these aren’t for eating meals,” I tease, sliding onto one of the stools as I knock my knuckles against the quartz.
Turning the burners off, Lawson replies, “The dining room table is set up for other things tonight. While eating may be one of them, it’s not for dinner.”
There is so much heat and promise in his tone that I’m instantly wet. Turning to look over my shoulder, I can seethree different cameras on tripods at varying heights pointed at the table in the dining room.
Holy shit. This is really happening.
His hands find my hips, large and warm and possessive, as he drags me forward on the stool and steps between my legs. His kisses are hungry as he devours my lips.
I’m all liquid desire as he cups my neck, angling my head back to kiss me deeper. His lips break from mine, roving down the side of my throat to the spot he knows makes me so weak. I can’t help the little laugh that escapes. “Are we starting with dessert tonight?”
Lawson chuckles against my skin, nipping me lightly before pulling back. “No. Fish always tastes better straight from the pan.” I roll my eyes. “One of these weekends, I’m gonna take you up to the lake house, get you out on the water, and you’re gonna catch a fish.”
Shaking my head vehemently, I wave my hands back and forth. “Nope. Too slimy. Not my thing. You can fish. I’ll just lay out and soak up the sun.”
Lawson genuinely seems to think about it. “You in a bikini, spread out between my legs while I fish? I’ll take that as a win.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, let's eat.”
“Remember,you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say the word, and I’ll stop.” Lawson’s words whisper along my neck, andmy fingers twitch as I hold up my hair for him to unbutton the back of my dress.
Dinner was as good as foreplay with the way Lawson kept feeding me and telling me all the hypothetical things he’d do to me in the boat if there was no one else out on the water—if our lake house weekend ever happens.
“Is it weird that I’m actually a little excited?” I hate how childish I sound. I’m about to let this man record me naked, doing whatever he pleases so he can rewatch it later. Yet, I’m as eager as a puppy whose owner just returned home and is about to let it out of its kennel.
Lawson dips his head to press a kiss against the side of my throat. “The fact that you’re into it turns me on, Lucy.” As I drop my hair, the soft fabric of my dress slides off my shoulders, gliding slowly down my body until it pools around my feet.
He presses his erection against the small of my back as his hands slide around my body. One large palm slips beneath the band of my underwear, caressing my dripping center.
“Fuck, baby. Already so wet.” He slips one finger into me, and the other hand drifts up to collar my neck and draw my head back against his shoulder. “Always so willing to please Daddy, aren’t you?”
