Page 68 of His Temptation
“Good. Now get out of here before I lose control and the entire office sees me take you on my desk.”
She walks away with a blush on her cheeks, leaving me behind to try and figure out whether this is the best thing to ever happen to me or something that is going to ruin me even more than life already has.
25
KYLIE
Ishuffle throughout my room, pulling clothes out of my drawers and tossing them over my shoulders. I’m leaving in five minutes to go spend the night at Lincoln’s place, and I’m kind of freaking out.
This is my first sleepover with a man. At least, I assume I’m sleeping over. Do I need sexy pajamas? I don’t really own anything sexy. The closest thing I have is a pair of black cotton pajama pants and a white cotton tank top. I wouldn’t call it sexy as much as flattering on the body. Cotton anything isn’t going to fall under the category of sexy.
“That’s going to have to do,” I mutter to myself and throw it into my weekend bag.
I may be slightly overemotional after walking Ben to his friend’s house. Of course, I insisted on getting the mother’s phone number and dropping him off so I could scope out their place, make sure they seemed like normal people.
It at least eased my worries since I met his friend Jessie’s parents. They were both really nice and live in a great apartment around the block from us. They seemed like good people, but Ben has his cell phone now so he can call me if he wants to leave. I told him to text me the wordorangeif there’s an emergency. He needed a code word to ask for help.
He thinks I’m losing my mind, but this is the city. You can never be too careful.
Lincoln insisted on sending his town car over to get me, so when I walk out of my apartment building, I see George leaning against the car, waiting for me.
“Hello, Miss Ricci,” he says as he greets me with a smile, then opens the door for me.
“Hi, George. Please, call me Kylie. I feel too old when you greet me like that.”
He chuckles to himself. “Very well, Kylie.”
It feels so strange to be taking a town car without Lincoln. I’m not used to this kind of lifestyle. I even told Lincoln I was perfectly capable of taking the subway, but he nearly lost his mind when I suggested it. He told me I’m never allowed to ride the subway again and that it’s too dangerous for a woman to do alone.
While I appreciate the sentiment, I will kindly tell him to fuck off next time. I’ve lived in the city my entire life, and I take the subway all the time. It’s not something I’m afraid of, nor is it something I will look at as beneath me just because I’ve got a couple more dollars in my bank account.
When I knock on his door after his security knew to let me in immediately, I’m not expecting to be airborne. His arms wrap around me and swing me inside as his lips smash against mine, his kiss singeing through my veins. I drop my bag and swing my legs around his waist, meeting him willingly in his embrace.
He kicks the door closed and walks me farther into the penthouse. “Fuck,” he says in between kisses. “I missed this.”
His words wrap around my heart like a warm blanket. They make me feel cherished in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Me too,” I say as my legs squeeze him.
I feel his dick hardening against my center, and my body begins to move up and down him instinctually.
He groans into my mouth, “I told myself I’d be good until after dinner.”
I can’t help it. It’s been a week, and this is all I’ve thought about.
“That’s what a microwave is for,” I say, then move my tongue against his.
“I like where your head’s at.”
He walks us to his bedroom and throws me onto his bed. I scream with a smile on my face as I hit the comforter. We both shed our clothes quickly, and then he grabs a condom from the drawer and tosses it onto the bed next to me. He crawls on top of me and stops for a moment, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I’m still going to take it slow, but it should hurt a lot less this time,” he says softly.
I smile. “You still managed to make it feel good the first time. I think I can handle it.”
He does take his time. He slides in slowly; the sting is still there but disappears within minutes. I tell him to start to move quicker. We both end up coming apart while our hands grab at one another and our mouths are sealed together.
After we clean up, we go out to his kitchen. We decide to heat up the tray of pasta in the oven. He pours us some wine while we wait for our food to warm back up.
