Page 14 of Savage Temptation

Had I just dry-humped my boss?

Yes. Yes I had.

And somehow, despite all the wrongness that statement held, I could not find it in me to regret it. Today, at least. I was betting by Monday I’d have a different take on all this.

I needed a cold shower to calm all the intensely wired nerve endings in my body. Especially the nerve ending Liam had so expertly enticed.

I discarded all my clothes in a frenzied path to the bathroom, stepping under the water before it had time to warm enough not to cut my breath. Still, not even that was enough to have my mind detouring to something more appropriate.

I washed the rest of Liam’s coffee off me, together with his fingerprints and heavenly scent, unfortunately, but the feel of him lingered.

I could still feel the tip of his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of my throat, and I’d give an arm and a leg to have them there again. Digging much, much deeper this time around.

Liam had burned every working fuse in my brain, settling himself into it without needing permission. Was he a self-centered prick? I wasn’t so sure anymore. He had changed from yin to yang in under a split second, and I couldn’t decide what to think about him anymore.

When I saw him barging in that elevator, my anxiety peaked to a new high – his presence only adding to an already stressful situation.

My body reacted to the claustrophobic panic first, but soon enough, he had my mind focusing on something else entirely. His voice was like a beacon guiding me out of that pit of darkness. It was hypnotizing. His words enticing and unashamed.

How could a complete stranger have such an effect on me?

Somehow, restrictions of rights and wrongs were erased, and I was living in the moment, no strings binding me to any code of conduct. The closed space not causing any short circuits in my brain as it normally did. It was just him and me, the rest of the world be damned.

Every memory of that moment was imprinted in my brain and would certainly be haunting my dreams, panties and fantasies for weeks to come. Just as it was right now.

I couldn’t stop them if I tried. My hands had a life of their own, moving towards the places I could only imagine Liam’s would, sliding down my body, following the path of water.

Oh this is so, so wrong!

My eyes fluttered closed, and soon enough I was back in that elevator, pinned between the wall and Liam’s hard body.

Starting at my bruised lips, just as he had, I caressed the tender spot he had sunk his teeth in, allowing my fingers to slowly glide down my body. They paused on my throat. On the exact same spot Liam’s big, strong hand had been gently squeezing.

If I had any instinct of self-preservation, it should have kicked in at that moment. Yet instead of being scared of him squeezing the air out of me, there was a new rush of life and lust building from his stronghold.

I wanted more.

More pressure. More kisses. More dirty, dangerous words.

Could I even confess to that? No, not at all.

My fingers grazed my erect nipple, sending a jolt of pure pleasure soaring straight between my legs.

I was feeling the urge to do something I had never felt the need to do – touch myself.

I wasn’t a prude, or so I’d like to think.

I’d had sex before.

Once.

Two awkward minutes that felt like eternity, half of which was spent opening and applying a condom. Fun memories, indeed. I had yet to find the craving to try it again, not to mention a proper man who could make it worth the embarrassment.

By the way I was reacting to my first-degree encounter with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Bipolar, I could finally see that the shitty experience was far from being my fault alone.

Still, I was questioning my sanity. How could things have gotten so out of hand?

Liam had set something on fire deep inside of me. A fire I didn’t even know existed. I was trembling just thinking about the way he kissed me, and truth be said, I needed more.

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