Page 78 of Lust
This shelter meant everything to me. The kids and the families saved me when I needed salvation. Now, I had to save them, but I couldn’t get my head in the game.
I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t manage unless I got another hit of what he gave me.
This was insanity. The repressed sexual feelings from over the years had bubbled to the top of the surface, and my mind refused to focus on anything else. It’s like we were addicts. No. Like we were slaves to our desires. All I heard were the swarming around my ears with this voice saying,Give in, give in, give in. And I swore that Tris could hear the same call.
“Let’s take a break,” he announced abruptly to the room, probably a little sharper than intended. “Why don’t we do the tour portion of the presentation now? It’ll give us time to stretch our legs and think things over.”
It wasn’t a hoax. Jen had, in fact, mapped out a forty-five-minute tour of this place under Tristan’s careful guidance. She was to show CARP the residents who needed the most help, demonstrating the importance of keeping this place open. Plus, we had been trapped in this small office because of the presentation, followed by all the tiresome back and forth between the six of us.
A break was rational, but the way Tris was vibrating, we both knew he wanted much more than just a ‘break.’
“That’s a great idea!” Lilith exclaimed. I rolled my eyes when she leaned forward to give Tris a view of her cleavage.
Like always, he ignored her and addressed the room in general. “Gentlemen, Jen has planned a wonderful tour for you to see the inner workings of this place.”
Jen sprang to her feet without missing a cue, ready to do Tris’ bidding.
“After you,” the nicer of the two men, Taylor, motioned for me. Despite being resolute in his stance, he had been cutting me glances upon arrival. I could tell it was a little nicer than need be for a professional setting. And if I could tell, then so could Tris.
“No!” Tris barked.
Taylor jumped but promptly camouflaged his stunned expression.
With only my eyes, I tried to communicate with Tris not to ruin this meeting with his stupid jealousy.
Tris caught my drift. With his politician smile firmly tucked back in place, he changed gears. “My apologies, gentlemen. My sister and I are unable to join the tour. We must stay behind and discuss some of the many good points you have made thus far to see if we can come up with a resolution.”
Jen didn’t bother hiding her disappointment. “You’re not coming on the tour then?”
“I’m afraid not.” His gaze was solely on me. It was not how a brother should glance at his sister. You had to be blind or an idiot not to catch the drift, and Lilith was neither of those.
She looked between the two of us. “Perhaps I should stay behind as well to help come up with a resolution—”
“No,” Tristan cut her off before remembering himself. “Lilith, you need to accompany Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Jones on the tour. I’d hate for CARP to think their best lobbyist is working against them.” He plastered the most charming smile on his face, the one I knew was fake but could floor women all the same. Only the slight tapping of his finger against his thigh gave him away. He was about to come unleashed.
I clenched my thighs together, willing everyone else to leave. God, we might start ripping each other’s clothes off even while they were in the room. Ridiculous. It hadn’t even been eight hours since he was inside me.
Luckily, Lilith conceded. “Very well then. After you.” She motioned at the two men as Jen opened my office door.
We were staring at each other like manic animals, waiting.
1 Mississippi… 2 Mississippi.
They had barely stepped into the hallway, the soft commotion of their footsteps still audible outside these doors, when I charged to the door and locked it. I hadn’t even turned the knob when Tris was on me, impatient hands turning me around and slamming my back against the door. Then his lips were on mine, frantic, insatiable, hungry. His tongue probed for entry, two large hands squeezing my breasts and pressing me further into the door.
I could hear the shuffling of feet in the hallway, but Tris didn’t seem to notice with only one thing on his mind. And God, why was that so fucking hot?
It was so wrong to want this right now, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against the fingers that were now rubbing against my sex. Tristan shuffled me back to the desk and bent me over the table. He hiked my dress up to my hips, dragging my underwear down to graze my bare pussy. My naked ass and throbbing cunt met with the cool air-conditioned breeze, making me shiver. I panted, squirming against the fingers rubbing my clit. His hand covered my mouth, but it failed to muffle my moans once his fingers moved between the wet folds of my cunt.
“Oh, God,” I said behind his hand.
“Shh,” Tris cooed. “I don’t want anyone else hearing you come except for me.”
There was no way those five people missed how we looked at each other. Only one thought was on our minds, as we had manically kicked everyone out. The impatience. The desire. The lust.
Surely they’d question their senatorial candidate for staying locked in this office with his sister. They didn’t have to hear us or witness this explicit act to draw their own conclusions. With the elections around the corner, a scandalous photo in this position would ruin our lives, not just his chances at the polls.
So, why couldn’t we find it in us to care?
