Page 63 of Ruin
And when I return to my suite an hour later, her bedroom door is closed, and I’m not brave enough to seek her out again.
On Tuesday evening, just as I’m wrapping up a call with the manager of one of the hotels we own in Germany, there’s a light knock on the door.
“Come in,” I call out, checking the time on my phone.
I hadn’t realised it was so late, having been pulled into several conference calls in the Northern Hemisphere as their days were starting.
“Hey,” Lily says, stepping into the room and softly closing the door behind her.
I move my chair back slightly and watch her walk towards me. “Everything okay?”
I’ve been avoiding her since watching her dance in the studio, and the sight of her now is enough to take my breath away.
She’s changed into an oversized white jumper that hangs off one shoulder, her long legs bare beneath it.
“Yeah. Just wanted to see if you were coming up soon?”
She rounds the desk, stopping between my chair and the desk, looking down at my upturned face.
I lean back in my chair and run my thumb along my lower lip while I study her, and her eyes track the movement as she slides onto the desk.
“And why was that, Lily?” I ask, resisting the urge to run my hand up her thigh to see if she’s wearing any underwear under that jumper.
“Well,” she says, leaning back and resting her hands on thedesktop. “I was getting a little lonely up there waiting for Annika to finish work.” She shifts her legs apart as she holds my gaze.
“Were you now? Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?” Giving in to temptation, I slide my hands up the back of her calves, stopping at her knees.
“I need you to do something about this ache between my legs,” she says, her voice wavering a little, even as she boldly holds my gaze.
Like she’s nervous but doesn’t want me to see it.
Indecision wars within me. I know what I want. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that she’ll feel me for days.
But that way lies ruin. For both of us.
I can’t fuck her.
But I can still make her feel good.
“I have another meeting in a moment.” I trail my fingers lightly up and down her calves as I hold her gaze.
She pouts, and I am only just able to resist surging forward to bite her lower lip.
“Can you be a good girl, Angel?”
Her eyes flare, and she nods, taking a shuddering breath when I slowly trace circles at the back of both her knees.
“Let’s see just how much of a good girl you can be, Angel.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh before sitting back to look at her. “I want you to turn around, bend forward and hold the back of the desk. Do not make a sound. If you follow these instructions, I will reward you at the end.”
She swallows, and I see a flash of nerves in her expression.
Moving slowly, she slides off the desk, turns and bends forward to the right of my computer, pushing that perfect, round arse back into my hand.
I push her jumper up slowly and confirm what I’d suspected… Nounderwear.
“Nicely done, Angel. You came ready to play.” My laptop starts to ring loudly, and I stroke my hand gently over her arse as I move to answer it. “Now remember. Don’t. Make. A. Sound.”
And I click the green button, joining the meeting with my club managers in Amsterdam and Berlin.
