A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

Alex’s eyes followed me as I dashed into the bathroom.

I didn’t come with anything since I hadn’t planned on spending the night so I pumped his body wash onto my palm and lathered my body.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Less than seven minutes later, I was hurrying out of the shower. As I dried off, I thought about how much time I was going to burn in going to my place, changing, then finally going to work.

If only I could go directly from here. It would save time, yes, but then I didn’t have appropriate work attire.

Again, because I hadn’t known I would be spending the night.

I wrapped a second towel over my hair and walked out of the bathroom. When I got back into the room, Alex was lying back on the bed like a king, arms under his head with his legs slightly spread. Get this, he was totally naked and wasn’t making any efforts to cover himself.

And. He. Was. Sporting. Wood.

Did this man not care for my sanity at all?

“Cover yourself up,” I told him, making deliberate efforts to keep my eyes averted as I dried my hair. “You’re distracting me.”

He grinned. “I like you distracted.”

“No, you don’t. Because then, I’m going to be late and you’re going to be on the recieving end of my wrath and, spoiler alert,”-I pointed a finger at him and narrowed my eyes-“You’re not going to like it.”

“Well, now I want to be on the recieving end of your wrath. You’re sexy as hell when you’re angry. I can only imagine what your fire would do to me.”

Throwing my head back, I groaned up at the ceiling. “You’re absolutely enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Immensely,” he said readily and without hesitation. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am now.”

Balling up the towel I’d dried my hair with, I chucked it at his head. He laughed as it smacked him on the face, then he tossed it to the side.

Alex simply lifted a brow and crossed his legs, drawing my disobedient eyes down his tattooed chest, his sexy-as-hell pecs, to his mouth-watering dick, standing tall and proud from the small patch of dark hair.

Now, I really really wish I didn’t have to work this morning. If only to take him into my mouth, torture him and have him begging for mercy. I ached so badly to do it that I actually stood, unmoving and stared, my breaths quickening.

My core tightened around nothing, begging to be filled, and an ache that would no doubt be a problem for me today at work, settled there, begging to be eased. To be attended to.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, the amusement dulled by his more intense need. “If you keep looking at me like that, then I’m not going to be responsible for whatever happens next.”

I blinked.

Giving him a stink eye, I stopped by the bed, bent over it and dragged the sheets over him up to his waist. It didn’t do anything to reduce his hotness because his tattoos were still bared to me, but at least I wouldn’t have to ogle his dick and wish that I didn’t have to work today.

“Now, why did you do that?” Alex asked in a voice filled with amusement.

I walked into his closet, answering him over my shoulder. “You were distracting me.”

My eyes roved over the great number of shirts sitting in hangers. I fished out a black button-down t-shirt that I could easily knot at my waist and sweatpants a few shades lighter than the shirt.

Alex had very good taste when it came to clothes-everything else, really-and if there was something I discovered from entering his closet, it was that he loved fashion.

He loved his clothes.

It was obvious in the way his clothes were arranged, the lights, the mirrors, the space. His closet was bigger than his room and bathroom put together. It was an interesting thing to discover and I really wish I could have stayed longer to feed my eyes but I had somewhere to be.

Depositing the clothes on the couch in the room, I let my towel fall to the ground and heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a muttered, “Fuck.”

Ah.

It’s payback time.

I took my sweet time unbuttoning his shirt and putting my hands through the sleeves, then buttoned it slowly. I didn’t look at him once as I did it, but I heard his heavy breathing that told me he was watching me, alright, and turned on.

Because I was every bit the seductress, I spun around and bent in half as I dragged the sweatpants up my legs.

I was surprised-and excited-when a finger trailed up my backside, causing the flesh there to singe as though I’d been burned with a hot iron rod.

Shooting up to my full height, I made to step away when he stopped me by slipping his hands around my waist and pulling me into him.

“You’re trying to make me lose my mind, aren’t you?” His lips caressed my ear.

“Only fair since you did the same to me.”

He groaned, pulling my ass more into him. “Can’t be anywhere near what you do to me.” In a flash, he spun me around, tipping my chin up. “Your body, Laura…” His eyes dropped from mine to my neck, my breasts covered in his shirt, and lower. It was like he was tracing me with his eyes. “I’ve never seen anything like it. And as if that’s not enough, there’s the way you move, your eyes, your freaking voice-” He shook his head, throat working on a swallow. “You are extra-ordinary.”

I melted in his arms. Like my legs legit turned to goo and if not for his arms supporting me, I was pretty sure I’d have slumped on the floor.

He lowered his head and kissed me. But before his lips could make contact, I summoned all my willpower and turned away, making his lips meet the side of my mouth instead. “Alex…” I murmured. “I have to go to work.”

A full bodied sigh left him. “Can I convince you to stay?”

“No. So don’t even bother,” I said, even though I was a bit thrilled that he’d asked instead of telling me. Those little things that mattered.

His tone was resigned when he said, “Fine.” But he didn’t stop kissing me, leaving trails of wet kisses across my jaw, the back of my ears, my neck.

I was too weak to stop him.

“Alex-”

“Take my car.”

A laugh bubbled out of me.

When I realized that I was the only one laughing, I leaned back to stare at him. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I am.”

I shook my head. “That’s not necessary. I’ll order a ride to my apartment, change then order another one that’ll take me to work.”

Alex scowled. “What’s the point in ordering a ride when you can just take my car?”

“Because…” I stopped when I realized that I didn’t know what to say. I had no valid reason to not take his car to work. “Because why the hell would I take your car?”

“Because I insist.” He said calmly.

“But how are you going to get to work? You have to go to work right?”

He smiled. “I have three more.”

“But they’re not here, are they?” I was grasping at straws at this point but I didn’t care.

Taking his car to work felt like something people in relationships did.

You’re in a relationship, I reminded myself.

“I have a garage, Laura.” Alex said, exasperated. When I opened my mouth to argue still, he pressed his index finger to my lips. “You’ve said more buts in the past hour than you have in the entire time we’ve known each other.” I scowled at him. “Take the car, Laura. It’ll make me feel better if you do.”

Slowly, he dropped his finger from my lips and I muttered, “Fine. But just so you know, I’m not a very good driver so if I ruin it, it’s all your fault.”

His eyes lit up as he grinned, obviously happy he’d gotten his way. “I’ll get another one.”

I rolled my eyes.

‘Course he could. He was rich.

“Have to get going now.” I stepped back but he stopped me by catching my shirt rails.

“Wait.”

Lifting a brow, I did.

His gaze turned solemn as he undid the last button on my shirt. I tried to remove his hands, thinking he wanted to undress me, when he smacked my hands away.

He twisted both sides of the shirt and tied them together. My heart stuttered when it dawned on me that he was knotting it.

For me.

Eyes on his task, he said, “I wasn’t joking when I said that I’ve never been as happy as I am right now, you know.” The abrupt change of topic threw me, and I could do nothing but watch him and listen. “Being able to hold you in my arms while you slept eased something in me. I don’t know what it is, but now I feel lighter and happier.” He shook his head, tying the final knot. He looked up at me and I thought the emotion in his eyes was too much for one person to carry. “It’s you, Laura.”

Emotion clogging my throat, I lifted my hand and brushed his messy bed-hair away from his face. “I’m glad.”

“Can you come back tonight?” He asked after slight hesitation. “You could pack some clothes.”

I sighed, knowing that it was impossible for me to say no. “Okay.”

What was I? A fucking goner, that’s what.

It wasn’t until I was standing by the door that I said, “Thank you, Alex.”

We both knew that it wasn’t because of the car I was thanking him. I was thanking him for being my safe place last night and for everything he’d done.

Emotion blazing in his eyes, he said, “You don’t have to thank me for anything, Laura love. I would stop the world from spinning for you.”

My hands trembling around the key, I left.

It had been a while since I’d last drove but the moment I got into the driver’s seat of the car, muscle memory kicked in.

I made a quick stop at my place, toed the sweatpants off with lightning quick speed and dashed into my closet, changing into jeans.

I decided not to change Alex’s shirt after all. Thankfully, I hadn’t undone the knot. I was feeling oddly sentimental and wanted something of his to be with me at work today.

Very strange, I know.

Pulling onto the road, I drove to the twenty-floored building where my company was. When I drew towards a traffic light, I flicked my eyes up, seeing that it was currently green and was only two seconds before it turned red.

Deciding to wait it out, I pressed on the brakes but shockingly, the car didn’t stop. Thinking that maybe I hadn’t placed my foot against it hard enough, I did, with my force this time, but the car didn’t stop.

My heart dropped into my stomach when the car rode past the red light and onto the opposite street where a car was speeding towards me.

Oh fuck.

My heart started slamming against my ribcage, my eyes darting around as I thought about what to do.

I couldn’t think.

The car was too fast and my brain was too slow to interpret my chaotic thoughts right now. But why wasn’t the fucking car slowing down?

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

A scream tore from my throat as the car slammed into mine with such unimaginable force that I was thrown backward, then forward, my head slamming into something hard.

Everything went black.