A Game Of Temptation

I blinked at him. “We’re making out, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but what are you doing?”

Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he flicked my nipple with his thumb through my dress. My lips parted as pleasure shot through me, and his eyes locked on them before he leaned forward with a groan and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. When he pulled away, I followed, cupping his jaws and kissing him.

His big body shuddered under mine and I thought maybe it had to do with our kiss. It was a slow, drugging kiss, and if I could think properly, I would be concerned that I was kissing him like that, but I wasn’t and that was why I pushed my hands under the lapels of his tux, seeking more contact. I wanted to feel his skin on mine with nothing between us.

He wrenched his lips away from mine, his chest flying up and down with his harsh breathing. Removing my hands from his face, he dropped them on my thigh and held them there, pinning me in place with just his hands-and the intensity of his too-green eyes.

“What are you doing, Laura?”

Why the hell did he keep asking me that question?

“What do you mean what am I doing?” The words came out harsh with my frustration, but he didn’t react to them. Just kept watching me cooly. “I need you inside me. Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

“Do you even realise what you just said?”

I frowned at him and repeated the words in my head just to make sure that I had actually said them in English and not Chinese-not that I knew how to speak it, mind you-and that was when it hit me.

Oh.

I’d just told him that I wanted him inside me.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As in to have sex with me.

When I’d already told him that I didn’t have sex with the same person twice. When I knew that. What was wrong with me? And, Jesus, how was he so good?

A selfish man would have let me continue and wouldn’t have said anything until he’d gotten an orgasm or two. Only then would he have laughed at me when I was still on my back and called me the flakiest woman in existence-which I sort of was because I should have gotten off of him already.

I should have returned back to my seat with what little dignity I had left, apologised to him, then cursed myself for the remainder of the ride back to the house, but for the life of me, I couldn’t leave. My pussy was still clenching around air and I was still very much horny and I still wanted him.

Maybe too much.

And then, I got a fantastic idea.

Why not just have this night then when morning came, we would both go on our merry ways? Maybe I would finally succeed in getting him out of my system permanently, and maybe he would too.

I knew that I’d said before that having sex with the same person twice puts the both of us at risk, but we’d both be safe because we wouldn’t have to see each other anymore. And even if we did see once in a while-because Alex was friends with Jack and by extension, friends with Balery-it wasn’t going to be a frequent thing, and maybe I wouldn’t be so attracted to him anymore. I firmly believed that living under the same roof had heightened…everything, and it was why I was still so crazed over him.

“We can have sex,” I told Alex, watching him carefully.

I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, maybe not for him to fall to his knees and worship me like I’d gotten the cure for cancer. No, that would be too dramatic. But I’d at least expected him to be happy about this, but there were no signs of happiness on him. If anything, his gaze drew darker and his thighs bunched under me with tension.

“I thought you didn’t have sex with the same person twice?” He asked cooly and somehow, I knew that was not what he was feeling. He was just hiding-or rather, controlling-his feelings perfectly.

Oh God. Why was he making this so hard for me? Couldn’t he just accept it and move on?

“Thats true. But I want it.” I started grinding on his thigh to distract him but he held my hip and stopped my movements. I frowned. “I’m willing to break my own rule for you.”

He laughed, and it was a harsh, ugly sound that made my frown deepen. “I suppose I should be grateful.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. Like he couldn’t believe me. “Is that really what this is or did you just decide to have sex with me because you know that come tomorrow, you wouldn’t have to see me anymore?” Shame. Hot shame scalded me and my cheeks turned red, but he wasn’t done. “One last tumble between the sheets before you go back to New York, right? I see how you must have thought that was the perfect plan.”

With hands on the underside of my thighs, he carried me off of him and dropped me on my side of the seat.

I was an ass. Felt like one too. I was just glad that I didn’t smell like one.

The plan had been perfect in my head. I’d believed that I was giving us what we both wanted. Except that when he said it, it sounded like an elaborate scheme that I’d taken my time to cook up.

Maybe I really had been selfish and I’d failed to see it that way until he pointed it out, but it wasn’t like we’d planned on seeing each other when we both went back to New York, right? We’d never talked about anything like that-not that I’d given him a chance to-so what if I just wanted sex here and now, period? What if I hadn’t thought as far as tomorrow?

But I had. And it was what made everything wrong.