Page 100 of Devious Temptation
“And it’sjustCameron.” I’m hyper-aware that numerous pairs of eyes are on us as Lawson’s chest heaves. He looks torn between clocking Cameron across the face and pulling me out of the restaurant.
The latter wins.
He grabs my bicep, pulling me from my chair. “Let’s go.”
“Lawson! What are you doing?” I scramble to get my feet beneath me, my face growing warm with embarrassment.
Cameron does nothing to stop him—just watches as I get dragged further away from the table. “Have fun, you two!” he calls out after us.
I glare at him over my shoulder just in time to see an amused-looking Jules approaching his table.
It’s pretty freaking clear that we’ve been set up.
“What the hell?” I demand when we get outside, and Lawson lets me go to stalk toward the parking lot. “Are you seriously upset with me right now?”
“Is that a fucking rhetorical question?” I swear steam iscoming from his ears as he unlocks his car and holds the passenger door open. “Get in.”
“You don’t get to be mad at me!” I wave my finger in the air toward him. “You haven’t said a fucking word to me all week, and then Cameron shows up to tell me that you’re out with Jules. What the fuck was I supposed to think, Lawson?”
“I was giving you the space you said you needed.” His words are low and growly. “Jules was helping me with a deal. But evidently, she and Cameron set this up.” He grabs my hand mid-air and manhandles me into the car, slamming the door in my face.
“When did I ever say I needed space?” I yell as he rounds the car.
“At the lake house!” he screams back as he climbs in, and the engine roars to life. “And after your mother threatened jail time, and then I didn’t hear from you, what was I supposed to think?”
“No. No, we are not a poorly written miscommunication trope, Lawson! I told you I needed space when you refused to tell Rhys. You should have known better after everything else happened.”
“What, so that just gives you the excuse to go out with my best friend looking like that?” He gestures to my body as he whips out of the parking lot, wheels screeching as gravel goes flying. “Wanna tell me why you allowed him to have his hands all over you?”
“Oh, Jesus. He was obviously doing it to get a rise out of you!” I cross my arms with a huff and stare out the window as we fly by the familiar buildings that lead back to my apartment.
“Didyou know I would be there?”
“No.”
“So, you got all dolled up forhim,then?” When I turn my head, Lawson looks like he’s about ready to murder someone, and since I’m the only one in his general proximity…
I remain silent. He doesn’t say a word for the rest of the drive, and when we get back to my building, I’m surprised when he turns his car off and follows me in. We barely make it into my apartment before he slams the door and crowds me against the wall.
“Tell me, Lucy. Is all this for him?” His large palm runs over the swell of my breast and along the curve of my waist before settling on my hip. “Does it turn you on knowing that he wants you?”
“Stop it.” I brace my hands on his forearms, peering up at him through my lashes. “You don’t get to be angry.”
“Is this your way of getting back at me?” He runs his nose along the column of my neck as his knee pushes between my legs, pressing against me to create a familiar ache I’ve longed for all week. His fingers dig into my sides. “Did you really think another man could satisfy you? Make you feel the way I do?”
He bunches my skirt up as I pull his suit jacket off. Giving him a saucy smirk, I whisper, “Cameron felt amazing when we were together. Maybe you shouldn’t abandon your toys after you loan them out if you don’t want other men playing with them.”
A strangled gasp flies from my lips as he snarls and spins me until my cheek is pressed against the wall. Lawson isn’t rough, but he’s also not gentle as he brings his hand downagainst my ass. The slap reverberates in the air as I moan and push my hips toward him, begging for another spanking.
This is what I’ve been craving all week—what I’ve been missing—what we could have been doing every day if one of us had just picked up the damn phone.
“Apparently, a week apart has turned you back into a mouthy little brat.” The sound of his zipper reaches my ears before he slaps my ass again. Bracing my arms on the wall, I arch my back as he rips my thong to the side and positions himself at my entrance. “Such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you, rainbow?”
“Lawson!” I cry out as he slams into me, pitching my body forward until my forehead presses against the wall so hard it might leave a bruise.
“Is this what you were thinking of when you got dressed up for him?” He grips my hips tightly as he pistons into me. “Were you hoping I’d see you? Tell me, Lucy. Would you have brought him back here?”
I snake a hand between my legs, desperate to relieve the tension building in my clit. Lawson twists my arm behind my back, pinning it with his chest as he takes over and begins to rub me furiously.
