Page 59 of Fragile Twisted Vows
I tug at my tie and remove it with my suit jacket before laying it on a nearby barstool. I make my way down the hall to her door. Not bothering to knock, because this is my fucking house, I try to barge right in.
But it’s locked.
Another first.
“Lucy?” I call out, agitated.
I hear scrambling on the other side, her little mumble to tell me that she’s coming. When she unlocks the door and opens it, her hair is wild and her face is flushed.
She looks…nervous. Aroused even.
My eyes rake her entire body. From her form fitting, low cut black shirt. To her skin tight jeans that are tucked into a pair of brown leather books. She’s casual, but so fucking sexy.
And she’s hiding something from me.
I stalk her then, backing her into the room before I shut the door behind me. When I look around the room, I spot her laptop slightly open on the bed. She watches me as I eye it.
“I was brushing up on my marketing. I only have a month to get my schedule together and the counselor suggested that I start on my thesis since I’m only going part time.” She’s rambling, her voice frantic sounding.
I narrow my eyes and walk to the laptop, opening as she rushes over to me near the bed and grabs my arm.
“Damien, don’t-” she starts, but she’s too late.
I already see it all.
Several tabs open on porn sites, google tabs with the same question reworded over and over again and articles with the same topic of…
How To Give The Best Blow Job.
Jesus, this woman.
“I was…you…I mean earlier today you did…you know and I realized that I haven’t done that for you yet…or anyone for that matter. So I just wanted to make sure…well, I wanted to be sure that I was doing it right or…” She trails off, her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and evident desire.
When I look down, I realize that the brown leather belt of her jeans isn’t latched all the way and her zipper is slightly down.
I want to grin then, but my cock hardens instantly.
“Were you playing with yourself, Lucille?” I growl, all of the blood that was once rushing to my brain is now pulsing through my cock.
The thought of Lucy touching herself to porn is…well, it’s a fucking aphrodisiac.
She drops her head and stares at the floor, hiding her face from me.
I hate that she’s embarrassed. She should feel empowered.
“I just wanted to make sure I knew how to please you,” she whispers and I’m lost right then and there because those words send me over the goddamn edge.
I drop the laptop on the comforter and grab her chin with my hand, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“Get on the bed,” I growl and her eyes search mine before she sits down in front of me on the edge of the bed, her eyes now level with my hardened dick.
I trace her lips with my thumb as I cup her jaw, she really is so beautiful.
I’m in deep with this one.
Deep shit that is.
“Your first lesson starts now,” I growl out as she smirks at me, stealing yet another frozen piece of my heart away from me.
