Page 61 of Wreck Me

Chapter Thirty

JAMES

Watching Scarlett come undone at my hands is the most hedonistic experience of my life. Her core tightens and pulses around my fingers and those shockingly silver eyes glaze with lust as her fingernails dig into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

‘Such a good girl,’ I repeat, sliding my fingers from her and bringing them to my mouth. Her eyes flare as I wrap my lips around them and suck. She tastes like heaven. My sweet girl is definitely an angel, even in those sheer fuck-me stockings and six-inch court shoes. ‘You taste so fucking good, Scarlett. If I thought you were ready, I’d clean you up with my tongue until you make a mess again, but for now, let me get you something.’

She sits, legs spread as I reluctantly scoot back in the chair in search of a wad of soft tissues. ‘You look incredible.’ My throbbing cock is a testament to it. ‘I’d keep you on my desk permanently but I’d never get any work done.’

I grab the tissues and glide back over to her, gently cleaning between her legs. ‘The right job would be a bath.’ I glance at the clock on the wall by the door. It’s almost fiveo’clock, the end of the working day for most people, especially on a Friday. Not for me. I was supposed to be on a call with the company’s director of finance fifteen minutes ago, but I don’t regret missing that meeting. I’ll call Chantel and ask her to tell him something came up.

Literally.

‘Give me two minutes, and I’ll go up and run the jacuzzi.’

Scarlett’s gaze falls to my crotch again. ‘Are you coming in with me?’ There’s a hint of mischief in her tone. ‘Because this lesson is far from over. Teach me how to touch you.’

The earnest expression etched on her face twists something in my chest. Not to mention my cock is weeping for her and my balls are blue, but I don’t want to put too much on her in one day.

‘As much as I’d love to feel your hands around my cock, it’s not necessary. I told you, Scarlett, while you’re mine, I’ll take care of you.’

‘And while you’re mine, I want to take care of you, too.’ There’s a defiance in her eyes. ‘I’ll run the bath. Come up when you finish in here.’ She slides off my desk and wiggles her hips back into her dress. The door clicks closed and I’m alone again.

I fire off a quick email to Chantel, asking her to put off the meeting until Monday. It’s easier than calling her and having to answer five thousand questions she would undoubtedly throw at me. I never cancel meetings. Ever.

Scarlett’s ripped lingerie lies at my feet. I snatch it up, fingering the flimsy material. What is it about this woman that has me driven so fucking demented with lust? Is it because she’s a virgin?

No, it’s her. The way she’s so cautious, yet so trusting.

Vulnerable in some ways, yet so certain in others. Agreeable but defiant. There’s a depth beneath those platinum eyes that I’ve barely scratched the surface of, yet when her pupilsmorphed with her irises and she came hard on my hand, I swear I glimpsed into her soul.

And it was fucking beautiful.

Two minutes later, I dart out into the corridor. All the decadent things I want to do to Scarlett have me propelling towards the staircase faster than Usain Bolt.

Tim is carrying Scarlett’s schoolbag upstairs. She must have left it in the hall. Schoolbag. Fuck. How awful does that sound? College bag doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

For a split second, guilt flickers in my chest. A ten-year age gap isn't a lot. Especially if I ignore the fact she’s closer in age to my baby sister than she is to me. She’s also someone’s daughter. Someone’s friend.

‘But she’s yours now,’ my inner devil whispers.

I’ll take care of her.

I’ll be good to her.

And when this arrangement between us is over, I’ll make sure she’s set up for life. She deserves that. And not because I want to fuck her, but because she’s one of the most decent women I’ve known, which has been abundantly obvious from the first time we met.

Tim glances around at the sound of my footsteps. His eyes flicker with knowing. ‘Did you manage to appease Miss Fitzgerald?’

It’s a battle to fight the upwards pull of my lips. ‘I believe I did.’ And I hope to again.

‘Good.’ At the top of the stairs, he heads towards the bedrooms while I veer towards the main bathroom, following the sound of cascading water.

I nudge open the door. Huge sash windows overlook a sprawling emerald expanse outside stretching all the way to the Irish Sea, while the sun is setting over the water, casting hues of pink and gold across the twilight sky.

Scarlett bends over the clawfoot jacuzzi tub, swirling herhand in the water, checking the temperature. Her slim frame inclines over the side, causing her dress to hitch up, giving me a glimpse of flesh between the top of the lace hold-ups and the hem of her dress. The sight alone could bring me to my knees.

‘How long is this arrangement for again?’ I ask, tracing a finger across the top of her stocking.

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