Lisa Childs - Pleasure Games / Legal Attraction

“Please...” she whispered against his lips.

It was his fucking fantasy come to life, and yet Luca needed to stop it.

Her mouth was on his, pressed against his, kissing softly as she made little sounds at the back of her throat.

If you don’t stop now, you won’t.

“Jasmine,” he whispered in between kisses. “We can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because, why?”

Oh, Jesus.

Luca gave up. He threaded his fingers through Jasmine’s lush hair and held her hard so he could kiss her properly. Her mouth tasted of wine and honey, and he sucked her sweet nectar both voraciously and with care, like he was a ravenous bear and she an unpredictable beehive. She reacted to his kiss by digging her fingernails into his shoulders, all the while rubbing herself against the fly of his jeans. All he’d have to do was pop his fly and slide the legs of the shorts to the side, and he’d be able to bury himself inside of her.

She’d be wet.

And hot.

And probably fucking tight.

God, he wanted her tight little pussy. His cock ached with need, and as she ground down into him, he held her hips and thrust his toward her.

Non!

This could not happen, no matter how much her sweet little pants and gyrating hips made his cock feel like it was going to explode. It was exactly these thoughtless encounters that got him into trouble. He had to stop. Now. Before it was too late.

“Jasmine.” He held her hips still and turned his face away. “We can’t do this.”

She blinked. “Why? I’m single. You’re single.” Her breath was coming fast from arousal. “There’s no reason to stop.”

“Yes. There is.” Luca searched her face, and when he saw the bruise on her temple he realized he had his excuse. “You should not be exerting yourself, physically.”

She touched her head and frowned.

“Hugo made me promise. Believe me, I would like nothing more than to continue this—” He indicated the space between them. “But I am worried about your well-being.”

Her lower lip trembled and then hardened. “I see.” She sat for a moment, her face turned away, though he saw how she wiped her cheek.

Oh, God. She wasn’t crying, was she? He hadn’t meant to make her cry. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, still turned away. “I should probably go to bed.”

“Yes.”

She drew in a long, shaky breath before climbing off his lap. She still hadn’t looked at him. “Good night, Luca.”

“Jasmine?”

She stopped and slowly turned. There were no tears on her cheeks, they were simply red. From embarrassment? Luca didn’t know which was worse, making her cry or embarrassing her. “Sleep well.”

She nodded and then walked quietly back down the hall. The sound of the door closing only made his balls ache more than they already did. A beautiful woman who had no idea who he was, who was willing to go to bed with him? And he’d refused?

Was he out of his mind?

Or was he really changing for the better?

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