Page 62 of Lucian

“Nope. On paper, it looks like we are. In actuality, we never show up.”

“So you’re saying …” Jordyn tilted her head to the side, considering. “Really?”

“Sì, amore. Antony and Dante just pulled in a five-hundred-thousand dollar payday and they won’t do a thing but have a cover company sign the paperwork. Brilliant, isn’t it?”

Jordyn laughed. “It’s so disgustingly corrupt.”

“Welcome to our New York, sweetheart.”

Lucian went back to the paperwork he still needed to finish before they could leave, keeping his eye on Jordyn all the while. There were ulterior motives behind him wanting her to sit in on his meeting with the Mayor, and that was mostly to gauge her reactions to some of his family’s more unethical dealings with people who were intended to be very ethical. After all, they weren’t just well-dressed drug dealers. There was a hell of a lot going on behind the scenes, too.

With her wine glass tipped up high to finish off the last bit of the red liquid, she was still sporting a sly, almost private, grin. Clearly she wasn’t any worse for wear over the meeting. She certainly wasn’t running for the hills, anyway. That said something.

Once again, Jordyn surprised him, but Lucian shouldn’t have been. She was proving to be more than capable of handling his lifestyle and profession.

Strangely, Lucian found he was turned on like nothing else because of that fact. It certainly helped that he had a great view of her shapely legs resting across his lap and he always did have a thing for women in heels. The pants he wore did little to hide the length of his cock already beginning to harden, though Jordyn’s attention was fully diverted from him for the moment.

Something was wrong with him, surely. It wasn’t like he cared.

Feeding into that hunger with her was as natural as breathing.

Lucian couldn’t stop himself from letting his hand roam back up her calf and over her knee before moving under her dress to the inside of her thigh. The smooth silkiness of her skin against his palm was divine. Instead of drawing his hand back down like before, Lucian left it on her thigh, squeezing firmly. Then, he roamed a little higher until the silk of her thong was just at the edges of his fingers.

Jordyn’s wine glass was set to the table as her thighs clenched around his hand, preventing him from continuing his exploration. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Lucian grinned down at his papers. “Feeling you.”

“Not here you’re not,” she half whispered, shooting a glance towards the kitchen area. “The chef—”

“Is well aware I don’t like to be bothered after meetings and is busy getting his stations prepped for his shift. He won’t even expect me to say goodbye when we leave.”

Jordyn whimpered a sexy sound when the tips of his fingers skimmed under her thong, feeling the soft, trimmed patch of hair that led to her sweetest spot. “Couldn’t we just … get out of here?”

Lucian chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, bella mia. The reason we’re not already out of here is because I’ve been far too distracted staring at you and wishing I’d fucked you this morning to get my work done before my meeting. It’s really your fault if you think about it.”

Finally, her legs opened just enough to let his hand continue. Slowly, he slipped further between her thighs to cup her sex, stroking the silken, fleshy lips of her pussy and feeling her shudder at the action. Already he could feel her pussy was hot and wet under his touch, and it only made him that much harder at the thought.

“My fau—” Jordyn’s words were swallowed by a moan as Lucian’s fingertips brushed over the hood of her clit with barely any pressure at all. “Lucian!”

“Hmm?”

“God, you’re awful,” she groaned, cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink.

“Sure, but it’ll be damn good for you, beautiful.”

The second time, the pad of his thumb circled her throbbing little nub before sweeping open the lips of her sex to slip down to the entrance of her sex. There, he let his thumb slide into her clenching channel, feeling her muscles hug the one digit and wet him with her juices.

“Your thong is drenched,” Lucian told her, letting only his thumb massage her inner walls. Every stroke of the digit was answered by her sex clamping around him, arousal soaking him more, and breathy pants. “You’re body responds so well to me, Jordyn. Feel that?”

Jordyn sighed, rolling her hips into his hand as the heel of her left pump bit into his thigh. She spread her legs open a bit more, a shake rocking her thighs. Being a lefty was sure coming in handy for Lucian. He pretended to flip through his papers with his left hand while his right worked her sex into a fever.

She was trying damn hard to keep her noises down given the way her teeth were cutting into her bottom lip. Lucian didn’t like that at all.

“You’re going to draw blood, sweetheart. Stop, or I will.”

Jordyn’s eyes flicked up to meet his, her teeth releasing her bottom lip. “Don’t stop.”

Satisfaction curled through Lucian like a drug. Still, he wanted to see more from her.