Page 53 of The Contract

I should have told Lucian tofuck off.

Should have carried Elena out of his office like a goddamn caveman, thrown her over my shoulder, and taken her straight to my penthouse—contract be damned.

I grit my teeth, my jaw clenching so tight it aches.

Instead, I agreed tothis.

Thischarade.

Thistorture.

I think of her in that tight, short red dress at The Ledger. The way it clung to her like a second skin, teasing with every step, every shift of her hips.

How her lips were painted a deep crimson, that perfect red justbeggingto be smeared along my cock.

I exhale hard, my pulse pounding as the fantasy unspools behind my closed eyelids.

She would have let me push that dress up the second we got in the limo.

Would havegaspedwhen my hands parted her thighs, baring the softest part of her to me.

Would haveshiveredwhen my tongue dragged along the silk of her panties, my breath hot, my hunger impossible to miss.

She would have been wet for me.

Iknowit.

Irememberit.

My steps are slow, deliberate, as I move to my dresser.

The top drawer slides open with barely a sound, and my fingers find what they’re looking for.

A delicate scrap of black lace.

The panties my little troublemaker left in my pants pocket as a token of her goodbye.

Unwashed. Untouched. Still carrying her sweet scent.

I bring them to my face, inhaling deeply, and my cock throbs so hard it’spainful.

Fuck.

My free hand moves to my belt, unbuckling, unzipping, shoving my pants just low enough to free my aching length.

I fist my cock, the soft lace brushing against my skin as I stroke from base to tip, a slow, torturous drag.

She wassoakedfor me that night.

I imagine that wet heat against my tongue, imagine pressing my face between her thighs and licking her through this lace, teasing her with the promise of my mouth.

I tighten my grip, sliding my hand down my shaft, slow and firm, a growl rumbling in my chest.

In my mind, she’s in my lap in the limo,straddlingme, those soft moans spilling from her lips as I shove her panties aside and slide into her—deep, raw,bare.

I groan, my pace quickening, my other hand holding the lace, pressing it against my nose as my body tenses, my release so fucking close.

I tighten my grip, stroking harder, faster, as my mind drowns in the fantasy.

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