Page 147 of Penny For Your Thoughts
Lukyan. Sunday, 12:15 a.m.Everything is cleared out. Heading to the cottage. Where the fuck are the keys?
Aaron. Sunday, 12:16 a.m.In the gutter over the portico around back. Put them in the basement cold storage. Under the stairs. Should I come?
Lukyan. Sunday, 12:18 a.m.No.
Lukyan. Sunday, 1:46 a.m.Files are secured.
Aaron. Sunday, 1:48 a.m.Are you staying there?
Lukyan. Sunday, 1:50 a.m.Can’t. Gotta leave for a bit.
Aaron. Sunday, 2:01 a.m.Where? How long?
Lukyan. Sunday, 3:37 a.m.Fuck! I can’t get the boat in the water until tomorrow at noon at the earliest. Gotta lay low. Stop texting me ffs.
Aaron had not stopped texting, but that was as far as I got. The slimy bastard shoved away from the desk, a furrow in his brow. Maybe he realized too late that giving me his phone was a bad idea. Maybe he realized too late that he’d handed me the rope I would use to hang him.
Either way, I’d taken too long and needed to run interference.
I acted quickly, tapping the power button to darken the screen and meeting Aaron in the middle of the room. A man on a sex mission, nothing more. Before he could say whatever was on his mind, I seductively tucked his phone into his trouser pocket, fingers lingering on his upper thigh as I pressed in close. Close enough to trap body heat between us. Close enough, I was surrounded by his scent. Close enough to make his brain stutter.
He seemed to forget—again—that I was the enemy.
Some men would chase the promise of a good fuck even if it steered them into traffic. Aaron was one of those men.
Hooding my eyes, staring longingly at his mouth like I wanted to taste it, I whispered, “I hope you’re not fucking with me, Aaron.” I looped a finger in his belt and tugged so our chests bumped. “I’m tired of men jerking me around. I’m putting a lot at risk doing this… with you. Diem’s a jealous man with a violent temper.”
“He doesn’t scare me.”
He should, I thought.
Aaron’s hand landed on my hip. His fingers dug into my side like he needed to hold on before he was swept away on a current of lust. “I’ve wanted a taste of you from the moment I laid eyes on you. If that brain-dead behemoth boyfriend of yours wasn’t always lingering around, I would have brought it up sooner.”
The comment burbled rage through my veins. Aaron moved his hand, slipping it over my ass and squeezing. Diem would break every one of his goddamn fingers for the audacity alone.
Anticipating Aaron was about to cross lines and take a taste of his prize, I clasped his chin, holding him back. “Not here, sugar.” Thinking on my feet, I added, “Diem plans to visit this morning. If he sees my car in the parking lot, he might come looking for me. I won’t be stupid about this.”
“Cancel your lunch. I have a place nearby.”
I pretended to consider, then grimaced. “I can’t.”
He groaned. “Meet me after your meeting?”
Catching my bottom lip between my teeth, I studied the lustful look in his eyes. “All right. Two thirty. Where?”
Aaron opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again. “I’ll text you an address.”
No, you won’t, I thought.The second I leave, you’ll realize I didn’t put my number in your phone and that you’ve made a big mistake.
“Okay.”
Aaron tried to steal a kiss, but I held tight to his chin,tsking his attempt. He chuckled and wet his lips. “Not even a taste?” He kneaded my ass cheek and ground against my leg. The fucker was hard, and it took all my acting skills not to shove him off.
“Savor the anticipation, baby. It will make it that much more fun.”
“You’re a tease.”
“A tease who is willing to step out on his boyfriend for you.”
