Page 68 of Devious Temptation
We’re just going through a honeymoon phase, right? Eventually, it will burn out. He’ll move on, and I’ll be left to wonder how I’ll ever find someone to share my life with who makes me feel the way he does.
“We have dinner plans Saturday night,” Lawson whispers into my ear, his minty pine scent surrounding me as we ride the elevator up to our floor Wednesday morning.
“Oh?” The doors open, and the rest of the people get off, leaving us alone for the remaining floors.
Lawson spins me by the waist, pressing me against the wall to kiss me fervently. His fingers dig into the plum-colored velvet of my dress at my waist, thumb caressing my cheek as he sensually assaults my lips in a way that won’t leave them swollen once we step off the elevator.
Thisdoesn’t feel like a honeymoon phase. It doesn’t feel like we’ll burn out anytime soon. If anything, it feels like the longer we’re together, the hotter things become.
As he reluctantly pulls his soft lips from mine, he smiles. “I have a friend coming into town. And River will be over at his friend’s house, so I booked us a hotel.”
“A hotel?” My brows furrow. “Lawson, I live here. We don’t need a hotel.”
“And while I don’t mind spending time in your apartment, I’d like to treat you to a fancy weekend with room service, a spa day, and whatever else I might want to surpriseyou with.” His tone is devious, with a matching smirk that has my panties wet, and it’s not even noon.
“You spoil me,” I murmur against his lips as he steals one last kiss before the doors open.
An ominous chuckle follows me as we get off the elevator. “You have no idea just how spoiled you’ll be this weekend, rainbow. No idea.”
“Trust me,as much as I want to keep fucking you all day, you’re going to be late for your massage.” Lawson pulls me from our ridiculously comfortable king-sized bed as I pout.
“But, Daddy…” I whine teasingly, allowing him to pull me to the bathroom. “…you only got me off twice this morning. You promised me multiple orgasms.”
I love the way his eyes drop to my lips as I stick the bottom one out. I think Lawson is obsessed with my mouth, and for all the time we’ve spent having sex, I still haven’t given him a blow job.
Not for lack of trying on my part, but every time I initiate oral sex, he turns it back around and makes it all about me. It’s always all about me. It’s like Lawson’s personal mission is to bring me pleasure.
Maybe I should tell him it would please me to suck his dick. It’s such a nice one.
Lawson spanks me lightly before he starts the shower, testing the water before grabbing one of my hair clips fromthe bathroom vanity. “What do you call all the ones I gave you before I fucked you to sleep, rainbow?”
“True…” I shrug as he begins to gather my hair. Do I need a man to pull my hair up for me? No. Do I love it when Lawson does little things like this to pamper me? Absolutely. “We did have some pretty amazing sleep sex, too, I guess.”
He pulls me into the shower, holding me beneath the spray as he runs his soapy hands everywhere along my body. “And don’t forget the training. God, we are going to enjoy that later,” he hums the last part more to himself than to me as he kneels and pays extra attention to my behind.
Ah, thetraining. I never thought I’d hear the expressionanal training. But Lawson wants to make all my fantasies come true, so the last few days have been full of gentle fingers, small toys, and lots andlotsof lube.
I’m fairly certain he’s going to fuck me in the ass with a dildo while taking my pussy with his cock this weekend. Just the thought of it sends a shiver through my body that makes my nipples hard. I like the feeling of it, of something penetrating back there while Lawson pays extra attention to other parts of me. And every step of the way, he’s made me feel relaxed and not at all embarrassed.
Lawson’s a caretaker, and I love that about him. In fact, I’m afraid I’m beginning to just simply lovehim. That realization is scary. After he stands and wraps his arms around me, we stare at each other in silence while I play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The words hit me like a freight train.
I love you.
I want to tell him so badly, but I’m afraid this isn’t asserious for him. Ever since he gave in to this attraction between us, it’s been easy and comfortable. But his off-hand comments about leaving after a year fill me with the sense that he’ll have no problem walking away from us. There’s been no mention of me going with him, of having a life together outside the confines of my apartment or his home when River isn’t there.
He’s still married, for Christ’s sake.
The reminder is sobering.
“I’m going to be late,” I whisper into the space between us.
Lawson shuts the shower off. “I have something I want you to wear while you’re down there.”
“Wear? I’m getting a massage. You’re supposed to be naked.” I laugh as he pulls me out and towels me off.
“You will be.” He disappears into the bedroom while I grab a fluffy white robe from the closet. Before I can pull it on, though, Lawson reappears, holding a small white box with a matching ribbon.
“What’s this?” I take it and appraise his fiendish smile.
