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In the back of my mind, though, I want to demand she tell me where the pictures she gave me so many years ago came from. But instead of asking, I bite my tongue to keep from saying a word. I’m at work, and this is not the place for conversations that are meant to be had in private.
“This evening,Fournier’s, we’ll finish discussing this then.” She hangs up before I can decline dinner.
Sighing heavily, I slam the phone back in its cradle and gaze at Lynch once again. “I hope you’re happy,” I snap and return my attention to my work, not giving him a chance to say another word.
Or so I tried. Lynch doesn’t allow me to do this, though. Rather he moves from where he planted his ass earlier and comes to stand next to me, twisting my chair until I’m facing him. Only then does he kneel down, come between my legs, eyes dark and filled with lust as his hands slide up either side of my skirt.
Today, while at the apartment, I dressed in another skirt. This one is scarlet red. Ironically, Lynch’s favorite color. I paired it with a black button up blouse that has quarter sleeves. The whole outfit screams fuck me especially once I matched it with a pair of black stiletto heels with a red stripe curving around the edge of it, making them alone look enticing. I love it, and I’m pretty sure with the look Lynch gave me when I walked out of my bedroom, he loved it as well.
“What are you doing?” I demand, though my voice cracks marginally.
“I’m getting your attention,” he announces, stroking his thumbs along my thighs.
“There’s other ways to do it.” I swallow nervously, unsure of what his intent is, but visions of him doing something very naughty fill my head. I feel myself growing wet at the very thought.
“Yeah, but this is more fun.” The raspiness of his tone gives me a shiver. A good one. One I like, though it makes me nervous.
“Lynch,” I whisper, feeling my chest rising with each breath I take.
“Yeah, Cams.” There’s no question in his voice. He breaks eye contact and looks to my lap, hands sliding on the outside of my thighs to slip beneath the hem. “Been wanting under this skirt since you first walked out in it. Hell, been wanting a taste of you again since I saw you waltz into the clubhouse. My cock stays hard for you constantly. Remembering the way your sleek, tight pussy sucks me in. The way you taste . . . fuck me . . . if I don’t get a taste of you soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Before I can plead with him to do just that, he draws away from me, gets to his feet, leans in, and presses his lips to mine, tongue diving into my mouth with domination. There’s no easing into this kiss. It’s hard, rough, and so damn good I don’t want him to end it, which is exactly what he does a moment later, leaving me breathless.
“Get your work done, Cams, we’ll finish this at home this evening. With it being Friday and me not working weekends, I don’t have any plans. Well, not really.
“I’m supposed to meet my aunt at Fournier’s for dinner,” I blurt, not thinking about it.
“Then we’ll go to Fournier’s for dinner. After that, we’ll go home, and finish our talk from this morning. Finish getting shit straight between us. Once we do so, we’ll go to the bedroom, where I intend to reacquaint myself with every inch of your sweet body.
My body screams at me, wishing he’d do that right now. The silk thong I’m wearing is already drenched, and if I had a spare, I’d change them. Unfortunately, I don’t, and that means I’m going to have to go through the rest of the day with wet panties. Definitely not something I enjoy doing. It’s distracting, mainly because of the man that caused them to be this way to start with.
Talk about one hell of a tease, the way he’d gone to his knees between my thighs only to get right back up. If only he knew the fantasies I’ve had of him in this very room. How I wish he’d take control of me, bend me over the desk, and make me scream for him. Well, not scream, I don’t need anyone else in this office to know what I’m doing in here.
“Get back to work, baby, focus so you can be ready for court this afternoon,” he states, He retakes his seat across the room, pulling his phone out and looking down at the screen.
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter and drop my gaze back to the file in front of me.
Damn him. This isn’t going to be easy for me in the least.
“Camilla Lane, how dare you bring that man here?” Helena snaps, glaring over my shoulder as I take a seat at the table. A seat, I might add, Lynch holds out for me.
“Aunt Helena, don’t you dare stare,” I state firmly as Lynch takes his seat next to me, arm going across the back of my chair.
“After what he did to you, you’re willing to lose everything you’ve worked for?” Helena questions, glancing between the two of us. She’s more than upset. She’s furious, and I have no doubt she will make a scene if given the opportunity. This I won’t allow her to do.
“I suggest you keep things civil.”
I give Lynch a side glance as his arm at the back of my chair comes to touch my shoulder, his hand settling, and his fingers squeeze marginally.
“Civil? There’s nothing civil about you.” Helena sneers. “How dare you come near my niece after everything you put her through.”
“Aunt Helena,” I snap sharply. “That’s uncalled for. You don’t know the full story . . .”
“I don’t need to know the full story,” she interrupts me by saying. “He is nothing but trouble, and I knew it from day one. Now, he’s ruining a perfectly good relationship you and Ezra were forming.”
“I ended things with Ezra because I didn’t feel anything for him.”
“That’s because you refuse to give any other man a chance because of him.” Curling her lip in disgust, she nods toward Lynch before glaring at me. “You need to think smart, girl, think long and hard about what he’s going to end up doing, and I’ll tell you what that is, he’ll destroy you.”
