Confess (Sin City Salvation 1)

My lips were inches from the vulnerable skin of her throat, and my dick was relentless. It had been since her arrival into my home and my life, and time had not calmed that. Constant fatigue was a close companion of mine, and I considered that eventually, the tension would wear off and my fading health would replace the growing need inside me.

I could only hope that was the case. We weren’t a week outside of our marriage yet, and already I wanted to break my vow that I wouldn’t take her. That was never part of the plan, and logically, I knew it wouldn’t help her. But logic wasn’t a factor when I pulled her closer and allowed her to feel the heat of my cock pressed against her ass.

She stopped breathing for a second, and I did too. I didn’t know why I was tempting my resolve when I was so tired, and she was soft and pliable against me. But when her lungs filled with air again and her beating heart calmed, she didn’t move.

Neither did I.

“YOU CAN PICK ONE DRESS from your closet to wear today.”

I swung my gaze to the bathroom door, where Lucian was already dressed in a black three-piece suit. He looked sharp. Tall, powerful, and devilishly handsome. My cheeks heated when I thought about the night before and his cock pressed against me. His warmth wrapped around me. I hated that I didn’t pull away, and even more so that I didn’t want to.

“Thank you,” I answered.

He told me what he’d come to say, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he lingered for another minute, his eyes on my body. I was still wrapped in a towel, and even though he’d seen most of me already, I felt exposed. Nervous. But something else too.

After the first few days, I’d assumed he hadn’t taken an interest in me that way. His behavior was at odds with what I typically received from men. He didn’t eye fuck me. He didn’t try to touch me at every opportunity. And the initial ground rules he’d set in place left me with the impression that he felt he was more of a role model than anything else. But this was different. His eyes were darker. Warmer. More predatory and less protective.

I squeezed my thighs together. He cleared his throat. “Make sure whatever you pick is modest and appropriate for the office.”

And with that, he disappeared just as quickly as he’d arrived.

After applying the finishing touches to my hair and makeup, I settled on a form-fitting red Armani sheath dress and gold Valentino heels. The color combination worked well with my skin tone, and the hemline came to just above my knee, so he couldn’t say it was inappropriate.

I joined Lucian at the table for breakfast—oatmeal and fruit—and he read the paper while I attempted to corral my rampant thoughts. The silent war waged on until we arrived at the office, where he gave me a quick rundown of what he expected me to say when I answered calls while I settled into my space behind the desk.

“If anyone calls regarding Emmanuel’s case, I want them patched through immediately,” he instructed. “If I’m not available for some reason, then it’s imperative you take thorough notes of their name and contact information. Do you understand?”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, boss.”

“No more screwing around today, pet,” he told me. “I need you to focus on the work I’ve given you.”

“What am I supposed to do between phone calls?” I grumbled.

He pointed at a stack of papers and a pen on the desk. “I have some paperwork I need you to sign. Non-disclosure agreements. Work contracts. Even if it’s only temporary, you’ll need to fill it out.”

“Oh goody,” I joked.

“When you’re finished with that, you can make a list for me. Three things that you would do with your life if you could do anything.”

“Seriously?”

He arched a dark brow at me. “Have you ever known me to be anything but serious?”

“No,” I admitted.

“I want serious answers, Gypsy,” he reiterated. “Give it some real thought.”

I wasn’t in the mood to argue this morning, so I just shrugged. “If that’s what gets your jollies off, I guess I’ve got nothing else to do.”

He gave me one final glance before walking into his office and shutting the door.

If I’d learned anything from my brief internship at Lucian’s office, it was that real work was boring as hell. I kept glancing at the clock on the wall and wondering if something was wrong with it. The phone had rung a total of seven times, and in almost all the cases, it was a new client looking for an attorney. Per Lucian’s previous instructions, I had to turn them down because he wasn’t taking on new cases. It seemed a bit strange that he would only work one case at a time, but then again, he was super focused.