Tempted heart, karl coldron [love story novels in english txt] 📗

she was wearing was a bit too small but that was working in her favour. She walked in place for a few minutes. Her breasts jiggled a little more than usual, but the suit jacket would cover that up.
“Well, as long as you don’t run, I think you’ll be okay.” Penny grinned.
As Lucy slipped into her suit jacket and buttoned it up, Penny sighed and cupped her own small breasts. “Jesus, I wish I had your tits. I swear to God they’re perkier than mine.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “They’re not always a blessing, Penny. Trust me.”
Penny turned sideways and straightened her back, staring critically at herself. “Yeah, but I bet if I had tits like yours, I could bed Jason Young and win the damn office bet before the day was over.”
Lucy flushed a little. It was a week and she still couldn’t believe what had happened while she was trapped in the elevator with Jason during the power outage. She would be inclined to believe it was a dream if not for the fading marks on her breasts from Jason’s mouth. Not to mention thevivid memory of how amazing it had felt when Jason had lowered her to the elevator floor, spread her legs wide and fucked her to a mind-blowing orgasm.
She turned and stuffed her bra into the garbage can as Penny continued.
“Alex says he’s a boob man. She says she’s caught him twice staring at her tits,” Penny snorted. “Of course, Alex says every man stares at her tits, even Paul, and he’s got a goddamn boyfriend. Besides, it’d be difficult for our new boss not to stare at them – she shoves them in his face every chance she gets.”
She glanced at Lucy who was very studiously examining a loose thread on her jacket. “Figured out yet why he seems to hate you?”
“Nope and I don’t really care.”
“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Penny asked.
“Why would it?” Lucy shrugged. “As long as he thinks I’m good at my job, why should I care if he likes me or not?”
“I guess. Personally, I would love to get to know him better. The man is smart, gorgeous and has a voice like warm honey. He practically drips sex. God, what I wouldn’t give to see him naked – just once.”
Lucy blushed as an image of Jason’s naked chest flashed into her head. Just thinking about him naked made her pulse increase and her lower body ache. She shook her head. It was a one-time thing, a momentary lapse in her judgment, and there was no point reliving it. She wouldn’t see him naked again.
She abruptly gathered her purse and headed for the door.
Penny frowned. “You okay, Luce?”
“Fine.” She forced herself to smile at the petite blonde. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
She left the bathroom and walked down the hallway. About five feet in front of her, the door to Jerry’s office opened and Jason stepped out into the hallway. Lucy immediately ducked into the small room that held the photocopier and five large metal filing cabinets. She eased the door shut behind her and hid behind the last and largest of the filing cabinets.
In the week since she had let Jason fuck her in the elevator, she had managed to successfully avoid seeing or talking to him. Considering the small size of their office, it was a rather impressive feat. She closed her eyes and held her breath, praying that he hadn’t seen her and ignoring the small voice that called her a coward.
There was a soft click and she tilted her head, straining to hear over the loud hum of the photocopier. Was that the door? After a minute she released her breath in a harsh rush. It was nothing. A few more minutes and she could sneak to her office, close the door and –
“Do you often hide in here, Ms. Reid?”
She gave a soft shriek of alarm, her eyes popping open and her whole body jerking wildly. She winced as the back of her head bounced off the hard filing cabinet.
“You scared the hell out of me!” She glared at Jason who was standing in front of her looking devastatingly sexy in a dark blue t-shirt and faded jeans.
“Sorry,” he replied, not sounding sorry at all.
“Excuse me. I have work to do,” she muttered.
Before she could duck around him, he planted his hands against the filing cabinet on either side of her head and blocked her exit.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” His voice was low and sexy, and an involuntary shudder went through her.
“No, I haven’t,” she lied. “I’ve had a very busy week.”

“Oh really? So, you didn’t duck in here and hide behind this filing cabinet when you saw me in the hallway?” He leaned closer and dipped his head until his nose was nearly buried in her neck. He inhaled deeply as she cleared her throat.
“No. I was uh, looking for something.” Her voice was a nervous squeak.
“You smell good,” he whispered.
“Thank you.”
He smiled at her. “I’ve thought about you all week, you know. Thought about what it was like to kiss you, how turned on it made me when you moaned, and how beautiful your breasts are.”
He leaned forward and kissed her jaw right below her ear. “I thought about how good it felt to fuck your tight, little pussy.”
She moaned and turned her head, capturing his mouth with hers. He opened his mouth as she thrust her tongue between his lips and gripped his head, holding him steady as she explored his mouth.
He pressed her up against the filing cabinet and kissed her. She barely noticed his long fingers undoing the buttons on her suit jacket until he had pushed it open. His gaze widened when he saw her chest.
“Well, Ms. Reid. You take casual Fridays to a whole different level, don’t you?” He gave her a wicked grin, and she blushed to the roots of her hair.
“My bra strap broke. I didn’t have a choice,” she said.
“Oh, I’m not complaining. Believe me.” He grinned again at her.
She suddenly stiffened. “Did you hear something?”
She strained to look around him. She could have sworn she heard the door again. She pushed away from the filing cabinet and then moaned as his hot, wet mouth closed around one nipple. He sucked hard on it through the thin material of her camisole, and she fell back against the filing cabinet as he lightly bit her nipple.
“Mr. Young, stop,” she muttered.
He released her nipple and she stared down at her chest. Her nipple was rock hard and straining against the wet spot his mouth had left on her camisole. As she watched, he reached out with one long finger and lazily brushed circles around her tight nipple.
“Oh, Jesus. We need to stop.” She brought her hands up and covered both her breasts. He hadn’t even touched the left one, but her nipple was just as hard as the right. It poked into the palm of her hand like a hard button.
“Why?” He whispered. He licked her collarbone with the tip of his tongue as he pressed his erection against her.
“Because someone could come in! Because this isn’t appropriate! Because my ass could get fired for fucking you!” She whispered harshly.
“If anyone gets fired for us fucking, it’ll be me,” he said with a small grin.
“This isn’t funny!” She glared at him. “Look, what happened in the elevator was a momentary lapse in judgment, that’s all. I lost control for a few minutes and - ”
“You seemed to enjoy losing control,” he replied. “In fact, if I remember correctly, there was quite a bit of begging.”
“I didn’t beg - ”
“You did too,” he interrupted her.
He rubbed her abdomen through the camisole before placing his mouth to her ear. “Please, Jason. Please make me come,” he mimicked her in his low voice.
She took a deep breath. “Mr. Young, listen - ”

I liked it when you begged,” he said. “I liked hearing you moaning my name and pleading with me to make you come. Be honest, you liked it too didn’t you?”
She swallowed and stared into his eyes. “Yes.”
He stared at her mouth with barely-concealed lust and her lips parted in response.
“Do you know how hard it makes me when I can just look at you and your mouth opens like that?” His gaze flickered downward. “I love how hard your nipples go when I touch them, and I love how unbelievably wet your pussy gets.”
He reached down and traced her bare knee. “Is your pussy wet right now, pretty Lucy?”
“N-no,” she stuttered.
He chuckled. “I think you’re lying. And I think you’re lying on purpose because you know I’ll check for myself. You want my fingers in your pussy again. Don’t you, sweet Lucy?”
His hand started to inch under her skirt, and she sighed in defeat. “Yes. Touch me, Jason. Please.”
He smiled in triumph and leaned in to kiss her.
“Then I told him that if he wanted the damn letter typed, he could do it himself or ask Penny. I’m not a goddamn secretary.”
Lucy and Jason froze as the door opened and Alex’s voice drifted in. “It’s bad enough that I have to do my own photocopying. Seriously, what does that bitch Penny do all day, other than try to get Jason to notice her?”
“Who isn’t trying to get Jason to notice them?” Another voice, Lucy recognized it as Maureen’s from accounting, said dryly.
“Lucy isn’t,” Alex replied. “Of course, it’s because she knows she doesn’t have a chance with him.”
There was muted beeping as she punched the buttons on the photocopier. She raised her voice to be heard over the whir of the machine. “She needs to get her fat ass to a gym for Christ’s sake.”
Jason’s face reddened with anger and Lucy watched in alarm as he started to push away from her. She grabbed his arms and yanked him back toward her, shaking her head frantically. She rolled her eyes and mouthed, “I don’t care.”
He frowned down at her as Alex sighed. “I’ve got to step up my game with him. I’m going to win that bet if it’s the last thing I do.”
Maureen laughed. “Yeah - you, me and all the other women in the office.”
Jason cocked his eyebrow at her and mouthed, “Bet?”
She shrugged and widened her eyes innocently as Alex stapled her sheets of paper together. “Sorry, Maureen, but when Jason sees what I’m wearing today, he’ll be begging me to sleep with him.”
Jason mimed retching. It was such an unexpected departure from his usual professional manner that Lucy snorted soft laughter. She clapped her hand over her mouth and glared at him.
“Did you hear that?” Alex asked.
“Hear what?”
“Nothing, I guess,” Alex replied.
Lucy sagged against the filing cabinet with relief as the door opened and the two women left the room.
Jason winked at her. “Well that was a close one.”
“Too close!” She snapped. “This is why we can’t do this. If the others find out...”
She trailed off before pushing her way free of him. She buttoned her suit jacket and hurried toward the door.

She glanced back at him as she reached for the door handle. “This is a bad idea, Jason, and you know it.”
He smiled at her. “What can I say, I’m a bad boy.”
She rolled her eyes as he said, “Are you sure you don’t want to come back here for a few minutes? I bet I can use my mouth to make you come in less than three minutes.”
She hesitated as a vision of his dark head nestled between her legs went through her.
He grinned again. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”
“No!” She retorted. She opened the door, took a quick glance both ways, and stormed to her office. She shut the door and leaned back against it, taking deep, calming breaths.
She slapped herself on the leg. She had never wanted to punch someone as much as she did Jason Young. He was driving her insane. It’d be easy enough. Sure, he was big and strong but knock his legs out from