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She also has a finely outlined, barely noticeable crescent moon tattooed on her right middle finger.
Lex pins her brother-in-law with an incredulous look before masking it with a sniff.
“It’s not my blazer. It’s this.” She waves a hand out around her. “My work is all that’s keeping me going right now.” Hanging her head, she murmurs, “It gives me purpose when life feels so pointless and…fragile.”
I bite my molars together to keep from smirking. Goddamn is she a good actor. She didn’t even need to come beforehand to have these men eating out of her palm.
I’m glad she did though.
Phil shuffles his ass over to Lex, caressing her back, and now I’m biting my molars together for an entirely different reason. This motherfucker and those goddamn hands.
Kaisin is quick to separate the two, taking his sister-in-law into his arms, but Lex is even quicker to pull out of them, putting space between her and both men as she gazes out the window again, her elbows bowed out to the sides from her hands propped on her hips.
“I’m staying.” It’s quiet but everyone in the room hears her just fine.
“You’remysister-in-law. It’s my responsibility to look out for you while my brother’s unable to.”
The way Kaisin says “my,” it’s like he believes Lex belongs to him, and not just as his brother’s wife.
I eye both their backs. Does Lex bounce between brothers? I wouldn’t put it past her.
“Your productivity’s…”
Lex spins around. “Normal. It’s been normal.”
“It’d be completely understandable if it wasn’t,” Kaisin says almost mockingly. “You were robbed at gunpoint.”
I didn’t pull my gun on her. Did she tell him that?
Or did Kordin?
“It kills me to say it but you’re unfit to work right now.”
Planting both palms on the table, Lex bends over, and every man in the room, myself included, leans in, trying to catch a peek down her shirt.
I’m the first to realize my mistake and pull back, squaring my shoulders. Everything she does is for show. I gotta stop falling for it.
From this angle, the light beams down on the scar at her hairline, the scar a fucking man put there. Not just a man, a fox. Cyrus’s fox. Is that how she got the scars on her wrists, too?
“Do I look unfit?” Lex asks the room.
“Lenox,” Kaisin scolds so fast and harsh it snaps, echoing throughout the room like a whip against flesh. Despite the reprimand bordering disturbing territory—fucking prick shouldn’t talk to her like that, not alone or publicly—it’s also strangely sexy.
While Lex doesn’t look unfit bent over the table, she does look like she could use a heavy hand against her ass cheek as she’s pounded into from behind.
I must not be the only one to think so because several men settle awkwardly into their chairs, a couple folding their hands over their laps.
Lex’s lips twitch and she parks that same ass against the end of the long conference table, one leg still on the floor while she lifts the other, bending it at the knee as she rotates to drape it over the edge. With her thighs open, the scent of sex fills the room, triggering more uncomfortable sounds and movements.
All anyone on this side of the table can see is Lex’s skirt stretched over the raised thigh, but I know what lies just on the other side—a finger painting of her own cum.
I lock all my muscles to keep from reacting because even though I saw the artwork for myself, I didn’t get to taste it and I want to. Fucking bad.
Still standing, Phil and Kaisin both drop their gazes to Lex’s crotch. I doubt they can see anything from their positions, but they’re sure acting like they can with the way they’re licking their fucking chops all of a sudden.
Kaisin wants Lex, but does Lex want Kaisin? Could she cream all over her fingers while gazing into his eyes?
She worked at The Playground, killed at least one of Cyrus’s men, and married a dirty-dick hollow. Lex could do anything she had to…including use me like a motherfucking pawn.
