Page 55 of First Chance

If he keeps touching me, he’ll feel how turned on I am through his damn jeans.

But I can’t think straight enough to care.

Instead, I do something I’ve been imagining since our first event when he trimmed his hair, and twine my fingers into the loose curls at the nape of his neck, letting my nails scratch the base of his scalp.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes squeeze shut briefly as his whole body inhales roughly, letting the breath out just the same. Then his fingers flex, inching closer to the soft flesh between my thighs.

Entering dangerous territory.

Nearing the line of public indecency.

And, outright scandalous.

But, every fiber of my being that has always done the right thing, played by the rules, and been a well-behaved girl wants him to go further. I want to know what it feels like to have his rough, callused hands caress the skin where no one has been before…

I want him to touch me.

My knees spread on their own command, widening the gap between my thighs mere millimeters…

His entire body goes rigid.

Dousing me with a bucket of ice water.

What the hell am I doing?

The noise in the room returns at full volume, screaming at me, reminding me that I am, in fact, in a room full of some of the most influential people in the state.

I’m sitting on my boss’ lap at a charity auction ready to whore myself out for a glimmer of pleasure.

I’m a disgrace.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I utter, jumping up from his lap, nearly taking the tablecloth with me.

“Jo,” he starts, but I’m already running away.

Running and making an absolute spectacle of myself.

The double doors break apart as I push through them, sucking in lungfuls of the humid night air.

“Jo!” Lochlan shouts after me as my feet hit the parking lot.

I start running again.

“Jo! Stop, dammit.” He wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me clear off the ground and forcing a squeal from my throat.

“No, please let me go,” I cry woefully.

He sets me down but doesn’t release my waist. I’m too mentally weak to stop myself from slumping against his hard chest.

“Please don’t say anything, Lochlan. I’m embarrassed, let’s just forget it happened and move on.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I need to apologize.”

“No.”

“Yes, dammit. I know better.” He spins me so I’m facing him. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he opens his mouth to say something else, then shuts it and shakes his head to clear it. “I forgot for a moment who I was.”

“Who you are?”

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