Page 12 of Homewrecker

Ashley

Lead me not into temptation…

But temptation had followed her into the hallway.

It was starting to feel like the universe kept throwing them together for a reason. She’d been watching Rebecca all over her dad in the ballroom, and now she was all over Rebecca’s dad, through no fault of her own.

Some people might think it was a sign.

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Black said. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice trailed off.

Ashley was still leaning against him, and he hadn’t moved to push her off. Not only that, but she could feel his cock thickening against her, pressing into her stomach, and her entire body flared to life.

Holy fuck. Temptation has ahugedick.

Right on the heels of that thought was the realization that he was just as attracted to her as she was to him.

“Why did you follow me into the hall? If you didn’t mean to…” She let her voice trail off the same way he had. She wasaware of every inch of her body that was touching his—which was most of it.

Her front was pressed to his, her hands on his chest, her lower body rubbing along his erection when she wriggled a little. His arms were still around her, hands on her back.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

A rush of warmth went through her. Other than her Uncle Kellar, absolutely no one else had asked her that all day. Figured that it was Rebecca’s dad who actually showed some concern, and probably only because he wanted to fuck her, but hey, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” She didn’t move, keeping her gaze locked with his, waiting to see what he would do next.

“You can’t drive. You’ve been drinking too much.”

Ashley laughed.

“Still trying to keep me from bad decisions, huh?” She cocked her head at him and began finger walking one of her hands up his chest until she could boop it against his lower lip. “What were you going to do to stop me?”

Not that she had any intention of driving. She’d been planning on using an app to get a car to her because she knew she was way too drunk to drive herself. She would come back for her car tomorrow morning.

His dark gaze never left hers, and she was pretty sure his jaw clenched when she squirmed against him again, rubbing herself on his cock. There was a growing ache between her legs. The attraction between them might have been nothing more than beer goggles, but it didn’t matter to her at the moment.

All the thoughts she’d been having about getting revenge on Rebecca, on her dad, were melding together with what was actually happening. If the universe approved, who was she to say differently?

Especially since an orgasm would really improve her mood, and something about Mr. Black told her that he could deliver.

He cleared his throat.

“You can’t, I mean?—”

Sudden noise from around the corner and down the hall made them both tense. Someone else had just come out of the ballroom.

Mr. Black cursed low under his breath, then suddenly Ashley found herself being led down the hallway, his arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.

“In here,” he said, opening one of the doors.

It only took Ashley a moment to realize they must be in the room where Rebecca had gotten ready for the wedding. There were still remnants of her mess. Ashley made a face.

“I want to talk to you.”

Ugh. Talking sounded awful.

Besides, having felt that club in his pants and knowing he was attracted to her, Ashley was more intrigued than ever. He’d just dragged her off to an empty room that still had some of Rebecca and her mom’s stuff in it. Someone had come out of the ballroom.

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