Page 116 of A Win-Win Situation
"I’m so sorry, Leora. What I did was wrong."
"Why did you do it?" I whisper in response to the humiliating scene.
"I panicked when I found out I misplaced the papers and when it came out to the board that a customer had found the papers, I knew they would fire me on the spot if they ever found out, so I chose someone else."
"Why me?" I whisper.
"I worked twice as hard as you, yet no one ever praised me as they praised you. No one ever liked me the way they liked you. I never thought the board would actually fire you. I thought they would discipline you a bit and maybe give me some of your accounts, but they wanted you gone. But at least it wasn’t me, because I knew you’d find another job. I mean, look at you now."
That fuels a fire within in.
"But you continued speaking ill of me to anyone who would listen and—" I cut myself off, my voice rising with anger. "You sabotaged my career. You let me believe I made a terrible mistake, and then you proceeded to destroy my reputation. And all because you were jealous? Because you thought I got praise that you deserved? You chose to ruin my life!"
I take a deep breath, struggling to contain the fury building within me. "And you think it's okay? That I should thank you? No, Agnes. I don't owe you any gratitude. I've worked hard for everything I have, and you tried to take it away from me."
"I know what I did was wrong, Leora. I messed up, and I regret it. But you have to understand the pressure I was under."
"It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t justify your actions. But for what it’s worth, I know what I deserve now." I grab Lucas’s arm and he puts his hand over mine.
"That’s all, Agnes. You’re dismissed," he says before seizing my waist, effortlessly spinning me around and locking his intense gaze with mine. He leans in and kisses me right there, in front of Agnes, who remains on her knees, and our assembled guests. He kisses me with such passion and pride, that I almost lose my footing, but I won’t because the hold he has on me is as strong as the tide, pulling me into his embrace with an irresistible force.
When we break away, his eyes look at me with animalistic need and I’m sure mine mirror his.
"Do you still want to recreate one of my fantasies, Leora?" he whispers and I nod, because I do. I want to recreate every single one of them.
"Then let’s go." Without another word, he entwines his fingers with mine, and suddenly, we're in motion, leaving Agnes and the past behind. He strides purposefully, and I can barely keep up, my laughter bubbling out like the giddiness of a schoolgirl. We descend two flights of stairs in a hurried descent, and as we reach the bottom, he swiftly enters a code to unlock a door. It swings open to reveal what appears to be a small office space. He leads the way into a room, gently pushing me inside before closing the door behind us. My eyes take in the space before me. There's an imposing desk with an elegant chair positioned in front of it. Behind the desk, a floor-to-ceiling glass wall offers a captivating view.
"You're breathtaking," he murmurs, his eyes tracing every curve as he circles me like a wolf stalking its prey. He takes a seat on the desk, his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze filled with a hunger that matches my own.
"I love that dress on you."
"Thank you," I respond, feeling a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks.
"Take it off." His voice drops to a husky whisper, and a thrill of anticipation immediately rushes through my body.
I can see the desire in his eyes, feel it in the way he watches me. I want him, too, but I can't resist the urge to be a little bold—to try something new.
I take a step closer, the heat between us almost unbearable. My fingers move to the zipper of my dress, slowly dragging it down as I maintain eye contact with him. The anticipation grows with each inch of exposed skin, and I can see his restraint slipping away.
But I pause, the dress hanging off my shoulders, revealing more of my body yet still leaving much to the imagination. His jaw clenches, and I can tell he's struggling to contain himself.
"What's the matter, Lucas?" I tease, my voice dripping with what I hope is seduction. "Didn’t you say you’d want to rip this dress off my body?"
His eyes burn as he watches me, his breath coming faster. I revel in the control I have over him in this moment, a heady sensation that sends shivers down my spine.
I let the dress slide down my body, letting it pool at my feet, and I stand before him in a set of delicate lingerie that matches the fiery passion in his gaze. The room seems to crackle with electricity as I take slow, deliberate steps toward him.
His hands reach out to touch me, but I dance just out of his reach, enjoying the game we're playing. I want to savor this moment, to make him ache for me even more.
"Come here," he growls, his restraint finally giving way to raw desire. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, crashing his lips against mine in a searing kiss. The hunger and urgency between us ignite into a blazing fire. Our hands and lips are everywhere, exploring, igniting, and stoking the flames of ourdesire. The taste of his lips, the feel of his hands on my skin, it's all I've ever yearned for.
He turns us around and sits me down on the desk, a piece of furniture meant for work now transformed into an altar of passion. I arch my back, inviting him closer, and he follows. My fingers reach for his belt and I swiftly undo it, the anticipation building with each passing second. As I slowly unzip his pants, his breath hitches, and he watches me with dark, hungry eyes. With deliberate slowness, I slide his pants down, revealing his desire straining against the fabric of his boxers. I take my time, savoring the moment, and when I finally free him, he lets out a low groan of pleasure, as if he were in pain before. I grab him, and slowly move my hand up and down, my thumb brushing gently over the sensitive tip, eliciting another deep moan from him.
He's completely at my mercy, and it’s driving him wild. I continue my exploration, my touch becoming bolder and more demanding. Every stroke and caress is a symphony of pleasure that we create together.
He arches his back, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as he leans against me, his knuckles turning white. I want him to know just how much I crave him. "I want to taste you," I whisper. His eyes widen in surprise.
His breath hitches at my words, lust burning even hotter in his eyes, but he doesn’t move away so I can climb down. "Please," I respond, my voice filled with need. He moves, turning so he’s leaning against the desk and I smile, a wicked gleam in my eye, my lips trailing a path of fire along his abdomen as I make my way down to the floor. His eagerness is tangible as he watches my every move.
