I wanted him, and I knew it was taboo, but I didn’t care.
At least I didn’t think I cared.
By the time I was done exploring myself, the water ran cold. Grabbing the white fluffy towel from the rack, I wrapped it around my body and checked my phone for the food delivery I was expecting.
I only had five minutes until it would arrive, and the thought had my stomach rumbling with anticipation. I was starving.
Throwing on a black nightie, I ran the brush through my hair just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Shutting off the bathroom light, I skipped down the stairs and froze in place.
A face I hadn’t been expecting stood at the bottom, holding my takeout bag. James.
Oh, shit.
“Hungry?” he smirked, holding up the bag.
“Um-” nodding, I took the last few steps down. “Yeah… a bit.”
Hesitation flowed between us as he slowly held out the bag for me to take. But as my fingers reached out, his own brushed against me and a chill ran down my spine.
“You’ve been avoiding me, Becca.”
His words bring me back to reality. “I-I wasn’t.”
I was trying to avoid him, but I didn’t want him to think that. Our situation was already awkward, because as much as I wanted to avoid him.
I also wanted him to bend me over these stairs and f*ck me till I couldn’t stand.
Both decisions were equally confusing, but if I wasn’t careful, lust would get the upper hand.
“Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Every time I tried to catch you… you were gone.”
He took a step closer to me, and I couldn’t help but step back. The subtle way his body moved enticed me, and it was more than evident if I didn’t check myself, I would become nothing but ridiculous in his presence.
“What do you want?” I whispered, my eyes scanning over him as I watched his white smile brighten the shadowed staircase.
“Nothing, I was just going to take care of this…” Reaching up, he pulled something from a strand of hair hanging by the side of my face before carefully tucking the strand behind my ear. “There we go.”
My breath caught in my throat at the simple action. It was sweet, and yet, I felt like he was holding back on something.
“Thank you.” The whispered reply left my lips as his fingers gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
“You never have to thank me, Becca. Anytime you need something… all you have to do is ask. You know where my office is. I will help you in any way you want.”
The statement felt so sinful, but I felt like I was reading too much into it. He was just being nice. He didn’t actually want me… did he?
James.
She stood speechless in front of me, staring. The way her teeth bit at her plump bottom lip had my cock going hard in my pants. I wanted to bite her bottom lip more than anything, and have thought about it since the moment I laid my eyes on her.
“I will do let you know if I need anything,” she finally said as she looked down. “Thank you for getting my food.”
The sweet tenderness of her voice captivated me every time she spoke, but I knew well, deep down, she was more spice than sweet.
“Again, you don’t have to thank me. I will be in my office if you need me.”
I had to get away from her. The longer she stood there in the black nightie she wore, the more I was likely to lose my self-control. The way her breasts pebbled under the silk tantalized me in ways I hadn’t experienced in years.
The urge to grab her by her throat and bend her over the stairs was tempting. What I wouldn’t do to see her perfect, peach-shaped ass bare for me, the glistening juices of her arousal dripping past her slit as I pushed in with all my might.
It took everything in me to turn away from her.
Deciding not to waste another moment, I headed down towards my office, looking to escape the desire to gorge on her. The feeling became stronger and stronger every time I was alone around her.
It was one thing to have these thoughts about her, but to act upon them?
That was something else entirely.
Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I groaned before letting my hand slide down my face.
I have got to stay away from her. She has no idea what she does to me.
Since the moment she had gotten here, I had been toying with her. Testing her to see where her mind was. It may have been wrong, but something about her drove my internal desires crazy.
The primal creature in my soul cried out to claim the prize he sought.
From the soft plump look of her lips down to the large dip of her breasts, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to have her thick thighs wrapped around my face as I devoured the very essence of her being.
She was everything I desired in a woman, and I swore the gods had sent her before me to taunt me. To get me to break my oath and prove to me I am not the dominant man I so thought I could be.
She may have not realized it, but without even touching me sexually, she was wrapping me around her slowly. A feeling I hadn’t allowed to happen in so very long.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.