Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

She shakes the water off her hands and then grabs the towels from the attendant. “I’m not really in the mood to talk right now.” She wipes her hands, throws the towels away, and then walks out.

She gets out the door, and I snap into action. I grab her hand and drag her the other way toward the office. “Austin, really,” she says as I hear her heels clicking against the floor behind me.

I open the door to the office I have used in the past to discuss the floor plans, then close the door behind us and lock it.

She walks into the room and to the window that overlooks the whole club. “I’m really not in the mood right now, Austin.” I stare at her. “I honestly just want to go home.” I walk over to the window, standing next to her while she looks out.

I spot Jake and Camilla fighting right where I left them. “She is called ‘Camilla the Cunt’ in my circle of friends. One of my best friends, Max, married to a great woman, a father of three. She taught their oldest son.” I see her look at me, so I turn to look at her. “He’s an idiot.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It really doesn’t matter. If it wasn’t Camilla, it could have been someone else. Who knows? And with you”—she laughs out—“I am so out of my league with you. I have kids, I’m a mom. I’m not cut out for this.” She points to the dance floor. “This is your world. That blonde is your world.” She laughs humorlessly and turns to walk away. “I guess that policy was the right call after all.” She starts to walk away as my hand snaps out to hold hers, my fingers folding into hers. We both look down at our hands, but she slowly pulls hers away. “I can’t do this.”

“Are you about done now?” I ask her. “I’m a lot of things, Lauren, but I’m not a liar or a fucking cheat. I want you.” I close the distance between us, running the back of my fingers from her shoulder to her elbow. “Only you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, and you keep me on my fucking toes. You make me want everything, and I’ve never wanted everything. I’ve only wanted me. Now, I want you and everything that comes with you. I want the dinners at the table. I want laughter. I want the kids’ banter. Fuck, I even want Rachel calling me Asshat, but not all the time.” I chuckle as I see her smile. “I want more Sundays like the one we had when we woke up together.”

I pull her to me as I wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss where her shoulder meets her neck. I feel the shiver that runs through her in response. “Austin,” she whispers, her chest rising and falling with her nerves. “I would really hate to cut off your dick,” she says quietly, “but I will. If that doesn’t work, Kaleigh will finish the job.”

I push her against the door, taking her mouth before she says anything else. The need to taste her more powerful than my next breath. My mouth devours hers, while her mouth matches my need with her own.

Our tongues are tangling together when her hands go straight to my belt, my hands going for her ass.

I leave her mouth, running my lips down her neck to the plunging V at her chest. Pushing the material off her breast, I bend to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck on it deeply, and her head falls back against the door, her hands stopping their assault of my belt.

“Austin,” she moans, lifting a leg to my hip, my hand holding her leg then roaming up it and dipping into the slit to slide along the back of her thigh. I glide my hand all the way up to cup her bare ass.

“You better be wearing panties,” I warn her before giving her nipple a soft bite. Releasing her leg, I squat down in front of her, both hands roaming up the backs of her legs until they get to her ass.

“Oops, my bad. I guess I forgot to put panties on.” Her breathing turns a little deeper as my hands squeeze her ass.

“Fuck,” I hiss, realizing that this whole time, she has had nothing on under this hot-as-hell outfit. I stand up just as she reaches behind her neck, unclips the top, and in one swoosh, the material glides down her body until she’s standing in front of me, gloriously naked, except for her gold shoes.

She cups her breasts in her hands and asks, “You ready to drop the whole ‘don’t shit where you eat’ bullshit?” Her eyes close as she rolls her nipples between her fingers. I would give away my soul right now to touch her. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and one hand moves down her body as she buries it in herself.