Page 47 of Provocation (Temptation 3)

And I was still just as powerless.

I opened for him, our tongues tangling in a sweet kiss. Then he groaned, deepening the exchange. His motions became more desperate. More needy. More wanton.

A tiny whimper escaped my throat as his hand roamed my frame, squeezing my breast through my dress. This was so wrong, but the feeling of his hands on my body was my undoing, erasing every single thought in my mind.

Except for how this man made me feel.

Cherished.

Revered.

Alive.

I’d never felt so alive in my life. So ready to drop all my inhibitions and just live in the moment with Lachlan, to hell with what the future held.

To hell with any potential ramifications.

Panting, he tore his lips from mine, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I savored in the roughness of his skin against mine as his hand skimmed down my body, grabbing my thigh and hooking my leg around his waist.

“Lachlan…” His name was a cross between a mewl and a warning, my rationale returning for a brief moment.

I wanted to keep our relationship quiet for a reason.

Making out in my office certainly wouldn’t keep it quiet.

Although I had a feeling we were about to do way more than just make out.

“Don’t tell me to stop,” he pleaded, voice dripping with desperation.

This was so much more than just him wanting to get off. The way he begged made me think he physically needed the reminder I was still here. That we would get through whatever the hell was going on.

So, instead of doing what every voice inside my head insisted I should, I brought my lips to his neck, kissing him gently.

“Lachlan… Don’t stop.”

With an animalistic growl, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them, chest heaving, body tingling with anticipation. In one quick motion, he lifted me up and slammed my back against the wall. It caused a loud thump to reverberate in the space, a few of the photos crashing to the floor.

I looked their way, worried the sound would cause someone to come check on me. But before I could give it too much thought, he pulled his arousal out of his shorts and thrust inside me, covering my mouth with his to swallow my cries of pleasure.

What we were doing was risky, especially with the growing possibility that someone who worked for me was somehow involved in these recent deaths.

Was possibly working with Nick.

But I didn’t care about that right now. Nothing seemed to bother me when Lachlan was near. The way he made me feel blinded me to everything else.

He was like a drug. Something I kept returning to so I could experience a brief moment of bliss.

Of happiness.

Even if it ended up killing us both.

My body craving release from my earlier stolen orgasm, it took no time at all for Lachlan to push me to the peak, my muscles tightening, heart racing.

“You like this, don’t you?” he grunted, his motions becoming more and more punishing with every mind-numbing thrust. “Like that I’m fucking you in your office.”

“Oh god,” I moaned, closing my eyes as I fought to prolong the ecstasy overwhelming me.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, making me fling my eyes back to his. “Say it, Julia. Tell me you like it when I fuck you in your office like this. That you like knowing anyone could walk in on me drilling you.”