Page 38 of Role Play
I nodded, speechless.Come on, Lucy. Say something. “I agree,” I whispered. “We need to get this out of our system.” It felt so cold what I’d just said. But maybe it was true. Maybe if we had sex, we could each move on from this stagnant, intoxicating chemistry that seemed to bind ustogether.
He was going to fuck me. Tonight. And based on the way he grabbed my hips and spanked my ass, it wasn’t going to be sweet andgentle.
He brushed his nose across my cheekbone and the bottom edge of my glasses until his tongue flicked the base of my ear. “Something tells me one night might not be enough. But we’re going to try to make it count,” hewhispered.
He groaned, taking my mouth and nudging my lips open with his tongue. We met in a tangle of silk and promises. Lust shone heavily in his face as the kiss ended and he pulled away. “See?” He said. “You’re not the only one who will feel the torture ofwaiting.”
“Butyou’renot forbidden from touchingyourself.”
“You’re right. I could go to the bathroom right now and jerk off… but I won’t.” My eyebrows creased together and Ash answered before I could ask the question. “What fun would that be,Lucy?”
He gently brushed his lips once more over mine. “Tonight. Be sure to get some food in the twenty-five minutes left of your lunchbreak.”
He grabbed his phone from the shelf and pushed it into his pocket. Then he turned for the door, and as his hand landed on the doorknob, I stopped him, saying, “What if I say no? What if I don’t come to your office after we wraptonight?”
A moment of regret passed along his features, tightening them. “Then I’ll respect your decision. Jon has replaced me as the costume department’s boss. Your answer will not have any effect on your job or your status here atSilhouette.”
So, I could say no if I wanted to. He’s still technically my boss, but with zero power over my position. If only he knew the kind of power I had over his. One call to Uncle Rich andpoof. Unemployment line forAsh.
“But Lucy…” He turned and stalked back to me, towering over my five foot three frame. “I’m not the kind of man who asks twice.” Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers over my cheekbone where I knew my spray of freckles was most prominent. “So, if this is something youdowant, don’t sayno.”
