Page 68 of In Love and Revenge

I know all of this is her pretending.

‘Quite the little wriggler, aren’t you?’ I muse.

She blushes and a flicker of something I’ve never seen in her eyes before comes to life.

Heat, mixed with denial.

Well, I’ll be damned.She likes this. She might not want to admit it to herself, but it’s in her eyes and the pink of her cheeks. Not to mention the way her nipples have stiffened into little suckable peaks and are pointing at me through her shirt, fighting for my attention.

She doesn’t just like this, she’s turned on by it.

I lick my lips and hold my pen up between my fingers for a few seconds until I know she’s watching. Then I slowly bring the end down, making contact with the bare skin on her kneecap.

‘You’re the first woman to ever sit on my desk,’ I say, sliding the capped end of my pen down the front of her shin.

She sucks in a little gasp, and I pause, looking at her from beneath my brows.

‘You like that?’

Her eyelids hood as I run the pen down to her ankle.

‘No ... Y-yes,’ she breathes, her brow knotting in confusion at her confession.

Her breathing quickens as I repeat the move on the other leg. I study her face the entire time. Study the way her lashes flutter, until she finally gives in and closes her eyes, tilting her head back a fraction and surrendering herself to the sensation against her skin.

My dick’s hardened to the point of pain in my trousers, and I adjust myself while her eyes are closed, my attention glued to her chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.

‘I . . .’ She swallows.

I don’t give her time to make up an excuse. To say something to end the moment. She walked in here looking for something. And I intend to show her just what she’s going to get if she thinks she can play me.

Reaching forward, I take hold of her feet, lifting them until I can bring each of her high heels down on to the armrests of my chair.

She snaps her eyes open in shock.

I hold her eyes as I drag my chair forward. The move causes her skirt to rise up her thighs as they’re pushed wider. It’s a filthy angle that places me inches from her exposed white lace panties.

‘That’s better,’ I purr.

Leisurely, I lower my eyes to between her thighs, making a show of admiring what I see.

‘Do you want to leave?’ I ask, eyes glued to her lace-covered pussy.

She pauses, before her breathy answer has me licking my lips. ‘No.’

‘Good.’ I lift my eyes to her face and inhale slowly, purposefully. Her cheeks flare bright pink. Because sheknowswhich scent has just reached my nostrils.

Hers.

She’s wearing her arousal like a goddamn perfume.

I narrow my eyes at her, and she stares back, her lower lip quivering.

She walked in here pretending, but there’s no mistaking the scent of real, hot and needy arousal that’s seeping through the dampened lace of her panties like an enchantment calling my name.

‘Rafael,’ she whispers, shaking her head slightly like she’s telling me to stop.

‘Aurora,’ I counter huskily, loving the way her arse jumps off the desk as I place the end of my pen behind her knee.