Page 44 of Savage Temptation
Once, during sex with a model in Madrid, an extension came out while I was taking her from behind. I was so caught off guard, it took me a minute to realize I hadn’t yanked her actual hair out, which would have been a PR nightmare if she had cried about it to the tabloids.
Tessa’s face scrunches as she studies the screen. It’s adorable, which I can’t say is a quality I see in many women. Beautiful, yes. Alluring, brazen, sexy—all yes. But adorable is rare for the women in my circle, and I’m completely smitten.
With her, it’s easy to see a future. Relaxed afternoons spent in comfortable silence, casual conversations over dinner, steamy nights that leave us gasping for breath.
Utter perfection.
My assistant Samantha sends me a text apologizing for not catching the Conduit situation sooner.
Yesterday, I made it clear that I wasn’t to be bothered, and whatever popped up was to be forwarded to Lance. Then the manufacturer debacle happened, and I heard about it long after I should have. I can hardly blame her for the ordeal and tell her as much in an email.
My eyes scan to Tessa again, but my phone buzzes with another email from Samantha asking:
Why wasn’tI invited to go to Japan with you?
The short answeris that she can’t keep her mouth shut. It’s not that she’s ever leaked information about me or my company, but she’sveryfamiliar with Lance’s genitals and I know they’ve engaged in pillow talk. Things have calmed down between them as of late, but it’s still not a risk I’d like to take.
“Are you flippin’ kidding me!” Tessa rushes out as her small fists pound against the hand rests.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m doing an audit of one hospital’s claims for an insurance company based out of New Zealand. One of the scans I designed to capture data found five inpatient claims that are all the same for five different patients.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
“It would be if they’d actually do something about it. They’re recouping the payments, but they’re not pursuing action.”
“That must really make your little narc heart ache.”
She slides her laptop into her bag and looks at me with her lip pouted outward.
And…I’m done. There’s no way I can keep working with Tessa looking at me like that.
I send a quick text to Samantha, telling her we’ll talk later and turn my attention to my muse.
She folds her legs under her bottom and says, “I have a request.”
There’s nothing I would deny her.
“Is it spicy?”
“I want to try your virtual reality Playground.”
“Would you like to learn to perform brain surgery or play the cello?”
“I want to do one of the sex mods!”
My brow lifts in surprise. I could see Ashley asking to take the Playground for a joyride, but Tessa?
I have to admit, I’m a little turned on by her playful nature. Her innocence is sexy, but I’d like to kindle the wild streak in her a little more.
I’ve tried a few skins of various models while receiving blowjobs, but the women I’m with are typically attractive and don’t need virtual embellishments. It was more or less to test whether or not the Playground worked. And it did.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of the women demanding we make a Jason Momoa skin. I’d love to, as it’d make me an epic shit-ton of money, but he’s playing hardball.”
“No…nothing like that. Do you have something fun? Something I can’t do in real life?”
“Do I want to know your kink?”
