me as Justin eats, oblivious to the tension. “Sugar and milk are on the counter if you want any.”
Nodding gratefully, I stand and then hesitate. Instead of heading around the corner, I do something daring. Justin isn’t looking, and Tyler’s chair is facing me, not Justin’s…
I can’t help but tease him. I lean over the counter to grab my sugar and milk, causing my skirt to lift up my thighs and flash my white panties. When I turn around, I meet his dark gaze, but he quickly looks away and I frown. Why do I want a reaction? Why do I care?
Sitting back down, I make my coffee and then cup it, warming my hands. “So, Lexie, you’re a singer, correct?” Tyler asks, leaning back in his chair, his thick thighs parted.
I nod with a smile. “I am, and a dancer. I studied criminology at university, but honestly, I love singing.” I shrug. “I sang at a bar to pay for my accommodation and courses, and then just decided to stay on after.”
“She’s really good,” Justin mumbles, his mouth filled with food. Tyler’s lips quirk down at that as he stares at Justin in disgust for a moment before looking back at me.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you perform one day. I bet you’re quite the performer,” he comments, those dark eyes dropping to my lips. I shift in my chair and try to ignore the pulsing of my pussy. There’s no missing his double meaning—he’s talking about the pool…and last night.
“Babe, will you grab me a water?” Justin requests as he wipes his mouth. “Fridge.”
Nodding, I place my mug down and slip from my chair, heading to the fridge. I open it and spot the water at the bottom, so I bend to grab one and freeze, realising I’m flashing the whole room, and I can feel eyes on me.
Dark, thrilling eyes.
Forbidden.
Straightening, I turn as I shut the fridge with my hip, but Tyler is gone. I watch his back as he retreats down the corridor while I stand there with the cool bottle of water.
Why do I care?
I shouldn’t, but I do.
Tyler
Two Weeks Later
I swear she’s been put here to torture me. I have a strong will, but Lexi? She tests it. Pushes it. Has me wanting to break all the rules and take what I want—her.
The worst part? She isn’t even trying.
Sitting across from her, I toss back my drink, trying to staunch the fire burning in my stomach and appease my hard cock, which is begging me to throw this board game from the table and fuck her across it instead. Justin is clueless. He was out about an hour ago, got bored, and sat outside, drinking while on his phone.
It’s just her and me.
Then she starts playing dirty. I could concede, give in, and walk away, keep things cool, but in the face of her mischievous, knowing, bratty smirk, I find myself going all-in.
Her bare foot catches on my leg under the table again, as if on purpose, and her eyes widen innocently as she moves her player. Narrowing my gaze on her in warning, I roll the dice and move before leaning back and watching her. She licks her lips, her eyes on the board, and I can’t help but want to groan. Those sweet pink glossy lips have me imagining all the dirty things I could do to them.
The shirt and shorts she’s wearing are casual and loose, yet on her, they look like fucking lingerie. I haven’t been this turned on since I was a goddamn teenager. Is it not bad enough I caught her fucking my son? That I stood there like a fucking statue, unable to move?
Watching her rolling, winding hips. Her incredible breasts bouncing as she took her pleasure, and when her eyes met mine and she didn’t stop…I swear she rooted me to the spot. My hand ached to grab her, bend her over that bed, and spank her arse red for teasing. For flaunting. She had to know I was there, that I heard and saw her.
And when she came?
Fuck.
That sound she made is branded into my brain. “Your turn,” she offers sweetly, that smile curling her lips again. She knows what she does to me.
And I hate myself just a bit because I love it. I love her bratty little attitude. She has the face of an angel and the soul of a sinner. Lexi is a dirty little brat wanting a firm hand and a hard