Because I feel it, I notice it, I crave it.
But I don’t let it show.
“Out,” I commanded, not taking my eyes off her.
The assistant moved quick but Lav was quicker. They both fought their way through the doorway before shutting it.
Now it was quiet.
I placed the phone in her hand. “Talk.”
She stared at me, curiosity in her eyes instead of fear.
Good. I don’t want you scared just yet.
Then she lifted the phone to her ear, “…hello?”
I kept my hand in her hair as she talked but my grip slackened. My mind went blank as they talked. My focus insteadbeing drawn to her collar bone, a delicate necklace rested there, crooked. Then my eyes dropped to her cleavage, her breathing was uneven but light. I watched her chest rise and fall, each breath making her hardened nipples brush against the fabric of her silk top.
She adjusted her top then, pulling it down a bit when she caught me looking and letting me know she knew exactly where my attention was.
She was clearly teasing me.
I looked away. I didn’t trust myself anymore.
Because every time she tests me, it gets harder to remember why it can’t.
And I need to remember that.
I have to.
Because the second I stop?—
“Bye, Daddy.” Her voice pulled me back into the room.
She ended the call and held the phone out to me, but she didn’t move away.
“I’m getting turned on, Marley.”
I went still.
“What?”
She turned her head slightly, showing me my hand wasn’t in her hair anymore. It had shifted onto her scalp, moving and massaging without me thinking about it.
“See? I told you, you're always touching me.”
I pulled back immediately and met her eyes.
“My bad. You prepared for today?” I asked quickly moving past it.
She watched me for a second before answering. “I don’t know. I’m used to usually getting my way, but now I’m not so sure.”
“Yeah, well. This ain’t yo daddy house.”
She rolled her eyes. “I am well aware.”
I reached up and fixed her necklace, it had been bothering me since I noticed it earlier.
