Page 69 of Devious Temptation
“Open it,” he prods, leaning a hip against the counter as he crosses his corded arms over his ridiculously fit chest.
My cheeks heat to a blazing inferno as I do as he says, opening the lid to reveal a shiny steel butt plug gleaming with all the different colors of the rainbow.
“You want me to…wearthis?” My question is more of a squeak.
“All day. You’ll be a good girl and keep it in until I remove it later.” His voice is so damn husky that I’m instantly wet between my thighs. Lawson reaches for me, taking the box and turning us so I’m facing the mirror withhim at my back. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and keep it in, rainbow.”
I can’t answer as I watch his reflection. The words dry up in my throat every time I try to speak. Lawson removes the plug from the box and hands me a bottle of lube, locking eyes with me in the mirror as he sucks his fingers before probing my back entrance. My lashes flutter at the intrusion.
“Tell me, Lucy.” He leans forward, kissing the side of my neck before holding the plug in front of my face.
In answer, I open the lube and pour the jelly onto the toy. Once it’s fully covered, he gently inserts it, spreading me so fucking slowly—he’s always so careful with me. My clit pulses with need and the desire to be touched is a hot and heavy thing. The plug is bigger than two of his fingers, making it the largest size we’ve experimented with so far.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I whine as he draws lazy circles around my clit.
“That’s right. You’ll be such a good girl for me, won’t you?” His thumb replaces his fingers as he slides two of them into my pussy. The sensation lights my body up like I’ve been shocked, and it takes less than a minute before I’m coming on his hand.
When we lock eyes in the mirror again, he looks so proud of himself that I smile.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses my temple as he slaps my ass, causing a sensation I’ve never felt before to ripple through my body.
Well… that’s different.
“Fuckme,”Lawson groans as I step out of the closet. “Where have you been hiding that dress?”
I look down at the forest green thirty’s-style fishtail dress and shrug. “I forgot I had it.”
There hasn’t been a chance for me to wear it out since I bought it, but the ruching and the light, fluttery sleeves are flattering for my body shape, and while I was rummaging through my closet for something that would make a good impression on Lawson’s friend, I came across it and knew it was perfect.
Besides Jules—who Inowknow is his best friend and am onlyslightlybothered by the fact that they’ve slept together—Lawson hasn’t introduced me to any of his other friends. For him, tonight may mean nothing but dinner and drinks with a colleague, but to me, it’s a huge step I’m not sure he even realizes he’s taking.
“Well, you look positively edible.” He kisses me, and though it’s chaste compared to our usual lip-locks, it’s still full of a possessiveness I’m obsessed with.
“You look good, too,” I offer lamely. I’m not as good with the sinful compliments as Lawson is. “You still haven’t told me who we’re meeting.”
The vulpine smile he gives me hides a multitude of secrets that send a flutter of nervous hummingbirds to take flight in my stomach.
When he doesn’t answer me, I narrow my eyes. “Lawson, who are we meeting?”
As the elevator dings, he wraps an arm around my waist. “My other best friend.”
The doors open, and my eyes slowly drift over to see a familiar-looking, devastatingly handsome, bright blue-eyed, brunette man in a charcoal suit standing there with a devilish smile—as though he were waiting for us.
“Lucy, I’d like you to meet Cameron Crueller.”
Cameron’s eyes rove unabashedly down my body as we exit the elevator. He sticks out a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Lucy. I have to say, your Iconic photos are beautiful, but nothing compared to the real thing.”
There’s a slight accent to his cadence—Texan, maybe? And he’s gentle as he shakes my hand. Lawson seems unbothered by his forward compliment. “Nice to meet you, too.”
He looks like a guy from a TV show my mom used to watch—the brother-in-law of a woman who ends up working at a happy-ending massage parlor when her husband leaves her suddenly. He’s handsome and charming without seeming to put in too much effort. And as he and Lawson greet each other, my mind goes wild with the image of them together—because I know that Lawson and Cameron have had a threesome with Jules and likely other women, too.
Would I have slept with Cameron if he’d been the one to take the Executive Director position like he was supposed to? I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I probably would have. Guilt courses through my body, but Lawson tucks me into his side like he can sniff it out like a dog with a bone.
“It’s okay if you’re attracted to him,” he whispers intomy ear as we follow Cameron to the hotel restaurant. “It will make tonight go a lot smoother.”
“What isthatsupposed to mean?” I ask, body jolting in surprise with his suggestive purr.
But Lawson and Cameron fall into a conversation about New York while we wait to be seated, not exactly ignoring me, but I suspect they’re having a deeper conversation—one I don’t follow—from the intensity of how they stare at each other.
