Page 49 of Tempt Her

I scoff, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” His tone is frozen. “I could snap your little husband’s neck in a blink. Or choke him slowly as I crush his windpipe with my thumbs. But he’s Cerberus.” His eyes are glacial. “Know who that is?”

“The three-headed hound of Hades.”

His chin jerks back at my knowledge. All those classics on the bookshelves? Gentry hasn’t read them, but I have.

“What?” I grin. “Is the blonde hair or beauty queen fooling you?”

“Well, since you’re no fool, you know I can kill one head, but two remain. He’s got a powerful mother and an outfit of golfing shitheads who’ll seek revenge for him.”

I put my nose down, matching his predatory glare. “You underestimate me.”

For a moment, Ford falters. His cold stare cracks, revealing hot passion and then…fear? It bends his eyes before he sneers, “You underestimate jealous men.”

With that, he turns as my skin prickles. I’m not sure if it’s his proximity that affected me or his premonition.

It irritates me all day as I work on the last batch of photos I took. There’s a nurse at my dad’s facility. She’s trying to get an administrative job, and I volunteered to take some professional headshots for her updated résumé.

I love the promise in her brown eyes. I love the proud lift of her chin. I love how her face beams with hope, knowing she’s the captain of her future.

Clicking away on my laptop, I review her résumé too. She asked me to be a second pair of eyes as I fix a few typos. The click of my mouse, sending her an email with her ambitions attached, is so satisfying.

One day that’ll be me.

I’m starting my own business. I don’t know if I’ll do more photography. I enjoy helping others, but I want to do something that helps me too. That makes me feel so damn powerful nothing can stop me.

“How can henotfucking know the difference between eggshell and satin by now?” Like a storm, Ford blows by me with Mateo on his heels, grinning.

Mateo winks my way as he calms Ford, “He’s still new. Give him a chance.” They disappear into the mudroom, leaving this job, apparently on their way to put out a paint fire on another one.

It taps my foot, and my nervous energy can’t be contained, knowing we’re alone now—me and Luke.

I could act like I’m not desperate and have some pride. Like I haven’t been standing in my closet every night, touching myself and making myself come so fast at the memory of Luke.

But my horny pussy won’t lie.

I jump up, grabbing my book like I’m going upstairs to read; I know how to stay out of range of the upstairs cameras, too.

Gentry doesn’t want what he makes me do to him up here captured on video. How he likes to stand at the top of the stairwell, like a little king gazing out over his evil dominion, as he grabs the railing with one hand, jerking himself off with the other while I fuck him with the handle of his favorite driver.

What some of those men at the golf club must be up to? I wouldn’t judge if they weren’t such wicked souls.

My heartbeat triples as I approach the guest bedroom, stepping over creaking plastic sheeting and worried that maybe Luke is done. Maybe he doesn’t want to risk it with me anymore.

But no, when I turn the corner and enter, he’s standing there, waiting for me. He rushes to me and pulls me into his arms.

“The camera.” I flinch, knowing Gentry has one in here too. The rare guests we host have no privacy as Gentry gets off on violating it.

“I covered it,” he assures me. “I decided we’re painting the ceilings too so that we can do this—”

His kiss takes me so hard, mixing with my huffing breath, and I can’t get at him fast enough. I need it so badly; the hope, joy, and pleasure Luke gives. Ripping my sports bra off, I kick off my slides, then take off my leggings while he quickly kicks off his sneakers before stepping out of his white painter’s pants and tight boxers.

Holy shit, he’s ripped muscles wrapping over sculpted ones, all kissed by the sun and soon by me too.

And his dick is so hard for me, aiming at me like a huge threat I welcome.

“God, I missed you,” he growls, ripping his shirt off too, and he’s naked. We both are because we’ve been too desperate for this, missing each other’s touch and now I want to feel it all, every piece of him that eases my pain.

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