Page 31 of Indebted

It was a fork in the road, and my brain traitorously laid out the sequence of events for me. One path led to frustration; my moral compass still intact. The other led to pleasure, and the heel of my foot going right through my compass, smashing it until the arrow didn’t even work.

The consequences were more severe down the path of pleasure. It was crossing a line, one that could not be erased once passed.

High risk, high reward.

Dare I go farther?

Hell, we’d already crossed a line, what was one more?

I’ve never responded to a man like this before, it was almost criminal to deny myself the experience. My experiences with men in general were limited. I had no problem flirting, kissing, touching, but I’d never gone as far as sex. I’d never felt the all-consuming hunger that I did now.

The heat of Justin’s hands on my body sent me trembling.

One quarter, I reminded myself. If I made terrible choices, the consequences would only follow me for a few short weeks. Then I would never see him again.

The thought made my chest ache.

There was no happy ending for me where Justin was concerned. He would always be the man who took the only family I had away from me. The man that got everything, while I was left out in the cold. In the dark. Alone. Fighting my way in the world with no one at my side.

I hated that the feel of Justin’s skin on mine made me feel warm. Alight.

I didn’t feel alone with his arms around me.

His face was still pressed into the side of my neck, breathing me in like he needed me more than his next breath. It was heady, and despite going to hell for it, I wanted more.

I tipped my face until my mouth touched the shell of his ear. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”

His arms were bands of steel around me, jerking me until our bodies were flush.

“I thought I was your villain?”

I bit his ear and enjoyed his hiss. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.”

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

I frowned, again feeling like we were speaking about two different things. But he didn’t need to know that. This would be fleeting enough that it didn’t matter. “No.”

He sucked in a quick breath of air, my answer hitting him harder than I expected.

Again, I wanted to ask more, but it would only tie me closer to him. This was a decision of no emotion. Selfish need.

“Then why are you letting me touch you?” His fingers slid along the waistband of my slacks, brushing the smooth skin of my abdomen, over and over again, before settling at the clasp. The whir of my zipper cut the air.

My nails dug into his shoulders.

His tongue snaked out to trace the vein in my neck. “Hm, little girl? Why are you letting the big, bad wolf touch you?”

My legs tried to clench together but Justin’s body kept them spread. The heat and power of his muscles pressed against me. The doctors coat and slacks couldn’t mask the feel of his rock-hard thighs against mine. The cut of his shoulders stretched the material of his white lab coat, teasing me at what might lay underneath.

The ache between my legs grew. His hand teased me where my panties met my skin below my belly button. I wanted those fingers lower.

“Admit it,” Justin drawled, his voice barely penetrating the lust filled fog in my brain, “you like it. You crave it as much as I do.”

“You’re wrong,” I lied, my back arching to press myself more fully against him. I’d be humiliated if I wasn’t so turned on.

“Sounds to me like you’re lying again, little girl.” I was deranged, but the way he called me little girl sent a thrill right down to my center.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged, finally letting my hands do what they’d wanted to since the first time I saw him, dressed to the nines, at the gala.