I watched as her fingers trailed across my desk, reminding me of the way she touched me. “What do you want, Leda? I’m busy.”
She rounded the desk and perched on the corner, her robe riding dangerously loose and open. I tried not to follow her fingers as they grazed her thigh, swallowing as they pushed the edge of the robe up.
“There was something you didn’t give me yesterday,” she said huskily, leaning forward. “Something that I sodesperatelywanted.”
Her breasts swayed inside the robe. Fuck—she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“I don’t have time,” I bit out, tearing my eyes away from her body. “Maybe later.”
Inside, I was dying to touch her, to run my hand over her luscious body and fuck her until we both couldn’t breathe. Damn Adrian and this shit he had me in. I had never been one to turn down a woman before, and now I was being forced to do so.
Leda didn’t seem happy with my response, and her fingernail teased the outer shell of my ear. A violent shudder coursed throughout my body.
“Please?” she asked. I looked over at her bare legs and she shifted them at that moment, and gave me the view I was dying for.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. My cock jumped at attention and before I knew what I was doing, my hand was on her thigh.
Now, it was her turn to jump.
“I did leave you unsatisfied,” I said slowly, pushing her legs open wider. “And I was wrong to do that.”
“Then why did you do it to me?” she asked, her breath hitching.
I was an asshole. I had been so pissed off at what was happening, at the control I should have had but didn’t, and she was the only thing that could settle me. It had been a shit move on my part.
But I didn’t plan on doing it again.
Instead of answering her, I pushed back my chair. “Get on the desk.”
Chapter 18
Lucas
She pushed the book aside and slid her body to the center of the desk, tempting me by playing with the tie that held her robe together. “What now, my Don?”
I fucking loved it when she called me that. Hell, Leda could call me just about anything and I would answer every single fucking time.
That’s what she did to me and was the reason for the terror I had because she could control me that easily. “Lean back.”
Leda did as I asked, and her robe rode up the rest of the way, exposing her wet sex. I could smell her arousal, and my cock itched to be released, but this was about apologizing for being a shit lover.
No, this was apologizing for a lot of things that I couldn’t voice.
My hands pushed the fabric out of the way, and I leaned down, pressing my lips to her inner thigh.
“Lucas,” she gasped, her hand running through my hair.
“Relax,” I murmured as I dragged my tongue toward where she wanted me most. “I’m just getting started.”
She whimpered and I opened her wide, taking a moment to look at her and commit every detail of hers to memory. She was mine. There was nothing that could tear me away from her, from this right now. I wanted to hear her scream my name until there was nothing left.
When I touched her with my tongue, she gave an audible whimper to egg me on. I delved deeper until I felt her heartbeat from her swollen clit pressed against my tongue. Wetness coated it, and I slid a finger between her folds, feeling her tighten at the intrusion.
As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted her to feel this, to know that I was the only one who would ever make her feel like this.
I would be the only one who did this to her.
“Oh God, yes.” she sighed as I stroked her, using my tongue and my finger in tandem. “Please don’t stop, Lucas.”