Flesh: Part Ten (The Flesh Series Book 10) (2 page)

“
We're
not going to get caught.” He hikes up my skirt, the seriousness
of the situation obviously eluding him.

I close my eyes,
knowing that there's no stopping him. All I can do is try to relax as
I feel the cool latex of the condom nudging at my folds. His glans
slips between them and then finds my waiting hole. I'm embarrassingly
wet, despite my complaints. That mostly happened when I saw him step
out of the limo looking like a movie star though.

I bite the inside of
my lip as he plunges into me. The sensation of being spread by his
generously-sized manhood makes me gasp. Will I ever adjust to how big
he is? I'm beginning to wonder.

The paranoid part of
me wants to remain ever vigilant. The woman in me though is losing
herself to the feeling of having such a beautiful, powerful man
between her legs.

I want to reach
around and grab his ass, to draw him to me and pull him into me. But
I don't want to make it seem like I'm enjoying what he's doing. I
refuse to give him that satisfaction when I'm still so angry at him.

Lucian keeps his
thrusts short and controlled, and I can tell that he's concentrating
on not making a lot of noise, which does relieve me a bit. Even
though he's taking what he wants, pressing his thick cock into me
over and over again, he's being careful.

My body is heating
up, my clit pulsing with the potential for an orgasm. The danger of
the situation has every nerve in my body on high alert. I'm excited
and aroused and frightened all at the same time. It's a strangely
exhilarating feeling.

“
I
told you it wouldn't be so bad,” he says, perhaps noticing that
I've relaxed a little.

“
I
hate you,” I bite back though I don't mean it.

“
It
feels good when you hate me.” He bends to kiss my stomach
before pulling me even closer, his hips moving with a bit more
fervor. The bed starts to give protest, but it's not loud enough to
draw attention. He needs this leverage to build the friction that
will drive us both over the edge.

I curl my fingers
into the comforter below, closing my eyes and allowing the pleasure
of his fucking to distract my mind from everything else. It feels so
incredibly good, his swollen cock pistoning in and out of me,
stretching me and filling me and completing me. The taste of his
pre-seed lingers on my tongue, the small bit he leaked into my mouth
before he pulled out and decided to move on to other things. I
swallow hard, drinking him in, his body and his pre-ejaculate and
everything going on right now. Just being with him.

The excitement of
how forbidden what we're doing is helps to take my pleasure to a new
place—the thought of being caught. It turns from a fear to a
challenge. I know that he's almost done. I can hear it in his heavy
breathing. Just a little bit longer, and we'll have gotten away with
it. That thought is thrilling, somehow.

I let out a soft
moan, relinquishing all of my cares in one breath. I'm so close to
the edge. Lucian's pubic bone grinds against my clit with each
thrust, sending tiny throbbing contractions through me that are
counting down to the finale. I shudder as I reach the summit, knowing
I'm about to rocket over. Right before my release, I open my eyes.

All the pleasure
that was swirling through me only seconds before comes to a
screeching halt when my gaze falls on the split between the room
dividers. Walter is standing there. He's watching us with his mouth
agape, and there's no question in my mind that he knows exactly what
we're doing.

CHAPTER ONE

“
I'll
take twenty of your children's beds,” Lucian tells Walter when
we're done with our business and are both decent.

By some miracle,
instead of intervening, Walter walked away from what he saw. That
made me equal parts nervous and relieved. Relieved because he saved
us from the embarrassment of having to explain ourselves. Nervous
because he could have spent the five minutes it took for me and
Lucian to finish up to go call Tyra and tell her that he caught me
sleeping with a client in their store.

I fidget nervously
as the two men talk, my eyes darting to Walter's face every few
seconds, my expression innocent and pleading. I'm far from innocent
though. Lucian and I just fucked on one of their beds. That's not
something an innocent person would do.

To try to do damage
control, Lucian told Walter that he wanted the bed that we had sex on
too. Not something from back in the warehouse. That particular bed.
The one on display.

“
Twenty
children's beds, sir?” Walter looks at us as if he's assuming
that Lucian just knocked me up with a litter of children.

“
Yes,
twenty beds. I want them shipped to Habitat for Humanity. If you
don't have their address on file, I'll email it to you when I get
back to my office.” Lucian pulls a business card out of his
pocket and hands it to Walter.

Walter looks it over
for a moment, and then his eyes go wide. “Of course, Doctor
Reddick.”

“
I
apologize, but you'll have to hold the furniture that I bought today
until this lovely lady can schedule for me to receive it. She's been
an absolute blessing through all of this.” He smiles down at me
before returning his attention to Walter. “If everything goes
smoothly, you can expect a big bonus.” He emphasizes the word
bonus.

Walter seems stunned
for a minute, then he shakes his head, holding out his hand. “Oh,
no sir, we don't take bonuses here.”

“
No
one has to know about it.” Lucian puts his arm around Walter's
shoulder to lead him away a few feet. It doesn't take a genius to
figure out that they're talking about what happened upstairs.

I wring my hands
together as I watch them, my palms sweating profusely, hoping that
everything will be alright. I keep forgetting that Lucian can buy his
way out of almost any problem. In light of being caught, it's kind of
a comforting thought. Maybe this will save my job.

Walter and Lucian
wrap up their business and we say our goodbyes. Lucian wears a
victorious smile the entire time. He's sickeningly charming, and I
doubt that his promise of giving Walter a fat bonus check didn't
work. Most people are motivated by money. And what does it really
matter that we had sex on a bed that Lucian ended up buying anyway
though I have no clue what he plans to do with it. That bed isn't
getting sent to Habitat for Humanity.

I expect that as
soon as we step outside, I'll feel a lot better about the whole
situation. The cool air does little to still my nerves though.

“
I
can't believe that happened.” I hold my face in my hands,
mortified that someone related to my job watched me having sex
for...God knows how long.

“
It's
the risk you take when you have sex in public.” Lucian shrugs.
“Sometimes you get caught.”

“
This
wasn't just public though, Lucian.” I point back at the store.
“I go in there for work. If he tells my boss, I'll get fired.”

“
If
he tells your boss, I'll help you find a job elsewhere,” he
replies nonchalantly before pulling out his cell phone to call his
limo driver.

I squeeze my eyes
closed, fighting back the urge to yell at him. Everything is so
trivial to him. It's like he doesn't care that he could have
completely disrupted my life. He has completely disrupted my life as
it is.

“
I
love my job. I love the people that I work with. I love the company
that I work for. I don't want to work anywhere else,” my tone
is clipped.

He slips his phone
back into his pocket and arches an eyebrow at me. “You know
that you could make more money at a different design firm. Environ
Design is a pretty small fish. I doubt they pay you as much as the
bigger firms would.”

My mouth falls open
in disbelief. Is he insulting where I work now?

“
If
they're such a small fish, then why did you even contact them for a
consultation?” I place my hands on my hips and tap my foot on
the concrete, showing my displeasure.

“
Because
I like to support small business, Amy. It's as simple as that.”
He puts on his sunglasses and stares out into the distance.

“
Everything
is simple to you, Lucian. Too simple.”
Including
my feelings.

“
I'm
a simple man.” He smiles, stepping off of the curb as soon as
he sees his limo turning into the parking lot.

It ticks me off that
he completely missed what I was getting at. Beyond that, he's far
from simple. In fact, he's one of the most complicated people I've
ever met.

“
Ciao.”
He waves at me over his shoulder before disappearing into the limo.

Every nerve inside
of me is boiling with anger as I watch the limo pull away. He took
care of business and then he ran. There was no warmth from him. No
taste of the man he was when I spent the night with him. It's like
that part of him was completely erased with the setting sun.

***

I'm glad that I
don't have to go back to work after looking at furniture with Lucian
because I'm emotionally wrecked. Derrick would probably get great
satisfaction out of knowing that Lucian hurt me again. That's just
the bitter part of me talking though. Derrick isn't like that. He can
be spiteful, but I know that he'd comfort me if he knew that I was
truly hurt.

I'm not hurt though,
more like confused. I don't understand the way that Lucian is. He's
an anomaly to me, and not in a good way. I want to believe that he
really has some sort of feelings for me, but how he acts is
contradictory.

If he cared about
me, he wouldn't just fuck and run. If he wanted to pursue a
relationship with me, he would have answered my texts. Almost
everything points to our relationship just being professional and
sexual, but there's a hopeful part of me that refuses to believe it.

I need to talk out
my feelings, but I'm a bit apprehensive to approach Janice after her
bad mood the other night. When I get home from work, she's in front
of the television again. Briefly, I think about stopping to engage
her in conversation, but instead, I go straight to my room to grab my
cupcake pajamas and step into the shower.

The warm water feels
soothing. I cry while I wash my hair, though I don't know why. Lucian
didn't really say or do anything to hurt me. He was just distant.
Always distant. Pull me in for sex. Push me away emotionally.

Janice and Derrick
are right. He's bad for me. I'm just so addicted to the possibility
that something might come of us. Just yesterday he let me in about
how he acquired his house. The day before that, he told me about his
family. I can't help but think that none of that might have happened
though if I hadn't gone into his room and flipped over those
pictures. If I hadn't done that, would I know any more about him than
I did before. The sad answer is probably not.

I towel off my hair
and then step into my pajamas, zipping them up at the front and
hugging myself as I stare into the mirror. It's the first time I
realize that I'm losing who I used to be. That girl in the mirror,
that sweet girl who only ever wanted romance—she doesn't feel
real anymore. Lucian is perverting me—making me want other
things—making me enjoy them. Not want. I never wanted to have
sex in the middle of the furniture store. I never wanted him to force
me onto the bed and shove his cock inside of me. I never wanted to
feel this way about a man who is so utterly unattainable.

The
tears start falling again, and I quickly wipe them away. The girl in
the mirror stares back at me, silently lecturing me.
This
isn't who you are. He's not who you need. Who cares if he's rich and
gorgeous and amazing in bed. He's a complete asshole. You can't fix
him. He probably doesn't even want to be fixed.

You need to move
on. Find a sweet, romantic guy. Have a story book romance, get
married, pop out a couple of kids, and live happily ever after. There
will never be a happily ever after with Lucian. Just misery. Just
pain.

I hug myself
tighter, feeling the stubbornness inside of me well up. The
impossible what ifs. What if he does want to change? What if I can
fix him? What if I push him away and he really does have feelings for
me?