Page 12 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
The pressure, the heat, the sensation of him emptying inside me snapped something loose.
Release surged inside me again, fiercer than the first one, my walls gripping him as wave after wave rippled through me.
My thighs locked around his waist, pulling him closer as he rode me through it, forcing me to convulse around him until I sagged, boneless, against his chest while his arms pinned me steady.
"No regrets?" he asked, his voice rumbling beneath my ear.
"None." I lifted my head to meet his gaze, noting how the harsh lines of his face had softened in the aftermath. "You?"
"How could I regret the best night I've had in years?"
His words made a rush of warmth swirl in my chest. This powerful, controlled man had found something in me worth treasuring, at least for tonight.
And when he turned his head slightly and caught my lip between his teeth with a low growl, it made more heat pool in my core again.
He pulled back, sliding out of me, and I whimpered at the lack of fullness.
But before I could even reach for him, his phone rang, shattering our peaceful cocoon with its harsh electronic trill. He reached for it reluctantly, frowning at the caller ID display.
"It's Daniel," he said, referring to our CFO. "I should take this."
I tensed, suddenly aware of our nakedness and the moisture still puddled between my legs, of how this would look to the outside world. The magical bubble we'd existed in for the past few hours began to deflate as reality intruded.
"Cross here…" Lucian flicked his eyes up at me as he pinched the phone between shoulder and ear, then began rolling the condom off his half-chub dick. My skin prickled with shame.
I could hear Daniel's voice clearly in the quiet room, agitation bleeding through the speaker. "Lucian, thank God. Have you seen Tessa? The whole night was a disaster. Half the board is furious about the cancellation, and the rest are demanding answers about where you both disappeared to. The phones haven't stopped ringing."
My stomach dropped to somewhere around my toes. In our wine-hazed bubble, I'd forgotten about the outside world and the consequences waiting for us.
The gala, the board members, the gossip that would inevitably follow our mysterious absence.
"Give everyone a Christmas bonus," Lucian said calmly, his free hand stroking my hair in a gesture that should've beencomforting. "Double their usual amount. That should smooth any ruffled feathers."
"And Ms. Wynn?" Daniel sounded annoyed. "People are asking questions. Some of the board members seemed concerned about where she went."
The words sent ice through my veins despite Lucian's warm body beneath me. People were talking. Asking questions. Drawing conclusions.
"Don't worry about Tessa," Lucian replied, his voice taking on that commanding tone I knew so well from board meetings. "I'll make sure she's taken care of."
Lucian's eyes met mine and I saw the hungry way he looked at me as he winked. I wasn't sure what "taken care of" meant, but his fingers on my skin made me want to find out.
Daniel's voice continued through the speaker, but I barely heard him over the roaring in my ears.
When Lucian looked at me like this, I didn't even need wine to lower my inhibitions. I'd do anything he wanted.
And starting Monday morning, that would be a very dangerous way to feel about my boss.
4
LUCIAN
I woke up to the unfamiliar warmth of another body pressed against mine.
Tessa's hair spilled across my chest in tangled waves, her face peaceful in sleep. My arm had gone numb where she'd been using it as a pillow, but I didn't want to move and risk waking her.
The digital clock on my nightstand read 7:23 a.m. We'd been at this all night—three more times after that phone call from Daniel.
Once against the kitchen counter when the conversation about being "taken care of" had sparked something hungry in her.
