Page 32 of Provocation (Temptation 3)

“Absolutely delicious.” He made a show of running his tongue along his lips, then turned his penetrating stare back to me. “Now. Ask me to make you come, Julia.” He circled his hips, his erection hitting that bundle of nerves once more.

“Please, Lachlan. Will you make me come?”

He brought his mouth to mine, our tongues tangling in an erotic dance. Then he thrust inside me.

Forgetting where I was, I let out a scream, the relief at feeling him all-consuming.

Lachlan covered my mouth with his, swallowing my cries. “Shh… Quiet.”

“Stop fucking me so good and I won’t scream like that.”

As he rotated his hips more sensually, hitting the spot that drove me wild, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Never, Julia.” His slow motions were achingly perfect as I neared that peak once more. “I will never stop making you feel good.”

“Oh god…,” I exhaled, meeting every push, every thrust.

“Let go, baby. Give me your pleasure.”

Overcome with sensation, I wrapped my legs around his waist, on the verge of shattering into a thousand pieces.

Then the door flung open.

“Mama, are you okay? I heard—”

“Fuck!” I shrieked at the same time as Lachlan rolled off me, yelling, “Shite!”

Heart racing, I grabbed the duvet, covering myself just as I looked up to see a wide-eyed Imogene standing in the doorway.

I opened my mouth, unsure what to say.

“Well… That explains the screaming.” She spun around, running from the room, slamming the door behind her.

I stared at the ceiling, body throbbing from my stolen orgasm, as well as the embarrassment of my daughter walking in on us.

Then a low chuckle cut through the silence.

I glanced to my right, wanting to berate Lachlan, tell him it wasn’t funny. But when he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his embrace, I couldn’t help but join in. He wasn’t to blame. It took two to tango. And I most certainly tangoed with him this morning.

“Why do I feel like my parents just caught me with a boy’s tongue down my throat, but on a much more embarrassing level?” I mused.

“Because your daughter just walked in and saw my cock inside you.”

“Not helping, Lachlan.”

“I’m sorry.” He placed a soft kiss on my head, the sweet gesture at complete odds with the way he just fucked me. “You wanted me to leave early for a reason.”

“It’s my fault. I forgot myself for a minute.”

On a long sigh, I extracted myself from his arms and stood. Padding over to the dresser, I opened the drawers, pulling out a fresh shirt and pair of shorts.

“I need to go talk to her. Make sure she’s okay. She’s probably dousing her eyes with bleach. Not from seeing you,” I rambled nervously as I yanked a t-shirt over my head, then the shorts up my legs. “But from walking in on her mother having sex. That’ll scar any kid for life.”

“Want me to come with you?”

I met his eyes and smiled. “I need to do this on my own. Don’t want to make it any more awkward than it needs to be.”

“Of course.”