Page 44 of Wicked Lord

“There you are!”

“The maid,” I mouthed to Lorelei as she panted beside me.

The woman drew a pair of keys out of her purse, jingled them, and then tossed them back. “Can’t drive my car without these.”

She had to be on her way out.

Hopefully.

I quietly shut the door and leaned my head against the cool wood. Boxes packed the closet, so we barely had any room, squeezing us together in the small space. Lorelei’s scent permeated the air and filled my lungs with every inhale, making my head spin. And my dick twitch.

“Why do you have to smell so damn good, blondie?” I whispered, angling toward her as she arched a brow.

I couldn’t stop the memories of us in the hallway at her charity event from bubbling forward. She’d tasted even fucking better, and the filthy thoughts that had invaded my mind whileI kissed her, while I pressed my cock between her thighs, had nearly driven me out of my mind.

I was probably getting blue balls. My dick had gotten used to daily play dates with Cordi.

“Are you flirting with me, Ax?”

“No.” I pinned her against the door with barely an inch between us, our breaths mingling. “I’m just wondering if you do that shit on purpose to drive guys crazy.”

Stop flirting, you idiot!

Blondie smirked. “I didn’t realize my choice of perfume had such an effect on you. I’ll forgo it next time.”

I pressed my hands on the doorjamb at the top and leaned into her, choking back a groan as her warmth seeped into my clothes. “Don’t. I like the torture.”

Stop flirting. Stop flirting. Stop flirting.

Even with the warning blaring through my mind, my gaze dipped to her lips as she licked them. It would only take a slight tilt of my head to capture them with mine and taste that delectable flavor of hers again.

The bedroom door closed, shattering the horny haze that had me by the balls, and I pushed away from Lorelei with a wry smile.

“I think we’re clear.”

She swallowed and nodded, probably freaked out by my behavior.

I needed to get my shit under control. I was head over heels for Cordelia.

Right?

My gaze drifted from Lorelei’s mouth to her delicate throat, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like to drag my tongue across her soft skin.

To feel her pulse fluttering like hummingbird wings.

To hear her gasps of pleasure while I parted her thighs and?—

I shook the wicked fantasies from my mind before I came in my fucking pants.

We need to get the hell out of this closet.

Once we were out and Lorelei’s intoxicating scent wasn’t clouding my brain, I hurried to the study. Locking the door behind me, I unhooked the cords connecting the laptop to a power source and monitor. While I was distracted, Lorelei grabbed a silver frame from the corner of the desk.

“This guy looks familiar.”

I didn’t spare the photo a glance as I focused on the task at hand. “You’ve probably seen him around town.”

She lifted the frame into my line of sight. “Isn’t he the freshman who fell off the bluffs at the beginning of our sophomore year?”