my body is no longer my own to control. It belongs to him, to do with as he wishes. He’s my puppeteer.
I moan against his mouth and he slides his hands up the bare skin of my back through the opening of my dress. His mouth leaves mine and he drags it across my face to hover over my ear. “I can’t wait to have a naughty with you. You know it’s only a matter of time, and when I do, I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I hear the catch in my own breath. No one has ever said anything like that to me, even Blake, and Lachlan’s promise pools like pure liquid seduction between my thighs.
His mouth is hovering over my ear when I hear his husky voice again. “You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I don’t know whose voice I hear, but it sounds nothing like mine—it’s that of a desperate woman.
“There’s no reason you have to be in my bed for me to make you come.” He takes his hand out of the back of my dress. I feel it slide around my waist down toward the spot where I want his touch most. I pant with anticipation.
I hear the sound of someone clearing his voice and I jump because I’m startled. But Lachlan isn’t—he’s annoyed as he drops his hand from its southern destination. He sighs heavily and inspects the person interrupting us.
It could have been anyone in the building—or the world—but of course, it isn’t. It’s Ben. His voice drips with contempt as he walks past us to the door. “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I’m embarrassed and don’t know what to say. “No, it’s fine. You weren’t interrupting anything.”
Liar, liar. My pants are so on fire. And so is the rest of me.
Ben interrupted Lachlan at the very moment he was about to stroke my slut button. Oh, dammit, the timing couldn’t have been worse. “I’d like to introduce you to Lachlan Henry. This is Ben Donavon.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds and I wait for them to whip out their dicks and start a pissing contest. Wow. The silence isn’t awkward at all.
Lachlan extends his hand first. “Nice to meet you, Ben.”
Ben takes his hand but doesn’t appear at all pleased about doing so. “I don’t recognize your name, but your face is familiar. Have we met before?”
Lachlan releases his hand and shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
Ben continues to study Lachlan. “I’m pretty certain we have.”
Lachlan rubs his chin with his palm. “I was at the university’s vintage dinner. That must be it.”
“No, that’s not it.”
Lachlan shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know what to tell you, mate.”
Ben makes no attempt to hide that he wants me away from the opposition. “If you’re done here, I’ll walk you up.”
I’m so not done here. Not even close. “Umm, I’ll be up in a minute.”
He doesn’t say anything as he slings the door open with more force than is necessary.
Lachlan doesn’t wait for the door to shut before he brings up Ben’s attraction to me again. “That bloke wants you in a bad way.”
I don’t want to talk about Ben. I want to get back to Lachlan sliding his hand under my dress, so I move closer and put my arms around his shoulders. “Where were we?”
He brings his mouth back to mine and tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “I will spontaneously combust if we are interrupted again. How about I make good on my promise tomorrow when you come out to the vineyard with me?”
I want to tell him I’m willing to take the risk, but he’s right. Being interrupted again would blow. “Okay.”
He kisses my forehead and it’s unexpected because it feels affectionate—not at all like the arranged relationship we’re entering into. “I’ll be here to pick you up at ten o’clock.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Breathless and aroused.
“There’s no pressure, but my schedule is clear through Thursday evening. I’d really like for you to stay a few days with me at the vineyard. I’m eager to get our stranger
I moan against his mouth and he slides his hands up the bare skin of my back through the opening of my dress. His mouth leaves mine and he drags it across my face to hover over my ear. “I can’t wait to have a naughty with you. You know it’s only a matter of time, and when I do, I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I hear the catch in my own breath. No one has ever said anything like that to me, even Blake, and Lachlan’s promise pools like pure liquid seduction between my thighs.
His mouth is hovering over my ear when I hear his husky voice again. “You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I don’t know whose voice I hear, but it sounds nothing like mine—it’s that of a desperate woman.
“There’s no reason you have to be in my bed for me to make you come.” He takes his hand out of the back of my dress. I feel it slide around my waist down toward the spot where I want his touch most. I pant with anticipation.
I hear the sound of someone clearing his voice and I jump because I’m startled. But Lachlan isn’t—he’s annoyed as he drops his hand from its southern destination. He sighs heavily and inspects the person interrupting us.
It could have been anyone in the building—or the world—but of course, it isn’t. It’s Ben. His voice drips with contempt as he walks past us to the door. “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I’m embarrassed and don’t know what to say. “No, it’s fine. You weren’t interrupting anything.”
Liar, liar. My pants are so on fire. And so is the rest of me.
Ben interrupted Lachlan at the very moment he was about to stroke my slut button. Oh, dammit, the timing couldn’t have been worse. “I’d like to introduce you to Lachlan Henry. This is Ben Donavon.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds and I wait for them to whip out their dicks and start a pissing contest. Wow. The silence isn’t awkward at all.
Lachlan extends his hand first. “Nice to meet you, Ben.”
Ben takes his hand but doesn’t appear at all pleased about doing so. “I don’t recognize your name, but your face is familiar. Have we met before?”
Lachlan releases his hand and shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
Ben continues to study Lachlan. “I’m pretty certain we have.”
Lachlan rubs his chin with his palm. “I was at the university’s vintage dinner. That must be it.”
“No, that’s not it.”
Lachlan shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know what to tell you, mate.”
Ben makes no attempt to hide that he wants me away from the opposition. “If you’re done here, I’ll walk you up.”
I’m so not done here. Not even close. “Umm, I’ll be up in a minute.”
He doesn’t say anything as he slings the door open with more force than is necessary.
Lachlan doesn’t wait for the door to shut before he brings up Ben’s attraction to me again. “That bloke wants you in a bad way.”
I don’t want to talk about Ben. I want to get back to Lachlan sliding his hand under my dress, so I move closer and put my arms around his shoulders. “Where were we?”
He brings his mouth back to mine and tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “I will spontaneously combust if we are interrupted again. How about I make good on my promise tomorrow when you come out to the vineyard with me?”
I want to tell him I’m willing to take the risk, but he’s right. Being interrupted again would blow. “Okay.”
He kisses my forehead and it’s unexpected because it feels affectionate—not at all like the arranged relationship we’re entering into. “I’ll be here to pick you up at ten o’clock.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Breathless and aroused.
“There’s no pressure, but my schedule is clear through Thursday evening. I’d really like for you to stay a few days with me at the vineyard. I’m eager to get our stranger
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