CHAPTER 2
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Knox sat in his car, waiting for Lisa to show up at the restaurant. She was always late. He should just end things with her, but every time he mentioned dating other people, she’d start crying, and he had no idea how to shut it down other than telling her to forget it.
His cell phone chirped—an alert from the office. Someone was in his office. A few keystrokes later, he accessed the remote camera he’d installed. Since he was handling Lisa’s father’s accounts and working on acquiring a new company, he’d gotten particular about security. He’d taken extra precautions to ensure his locked-up paperwork wasn’t tampered with.
The camera gave a clear image of his desk. His c**k hardened the second he saw Scarlett—his hot-as-hell assistant—sitting in his chair. He glanced around the dim parking lot. His was the only car there. Most people parked closer to the main road, but he preferred not worrying about someone scratching his Bugatti.
The car was his one indulgence. No real reason for it. He’d just gone out and bought it one day.
His gaze returned to Scarlett in his chair.
She leaned back and lifted her legs, her skirt falling open at the sides. He shifted in his seat. What was she doing?
When his friend Nick had asked him to give his little sister a job, Knox hadn’t expected… her. In all the years he’d known the lion, he’d never actually met Nick’s sister. Then they’d had dinner at Nick’s place, and Knox had never been the same.
On her first day at the office, his tongue practically hit the floor when she walked in.
Her flawless, peachy skin caught his eye first—but the full package? Those curves, the tattoos, and that long, dark hair made his d**k hard enough to hammer nails. When she spoke, her soft, throaty voice wrecked him. He’d actually gone to the bathroom to jerk off just from hearing her voice.
He’d been disgusted with himself. This was Nick’s little sister. Though there was nothing “little” about her—especially not those lush curves or that perfect ass. One of his favorite things about her was the way her eyes gleamed with a sultry gold, a sure sign her wild side was near.
It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her—not exactly. He just respected the fact that she was his friend’s sister. That, and she was way out of his league. The short dresses she wore, the low-cut tops showing off her breasts—she drove him f*****g insane. He should’ve told her to dress more professionally, but who the hell was he kidding? He loved wondering what she’d wear each day.
He kept watching her on the screen. Her sexy lips formed a pout. He’d already memorized all her expressions. That look meant she was frustrated. He wondered why.
He devoured the image of her sitting at his desk. She was so goddamn sexy.
His c**k ached, and he started stroking it through his pants. It wasn’t enough. Then he watched her slide a hand between her legs.
Shit.
Was she really going to…?
Yes. She was.
He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled his d**k out until he looked down and saw it in his hand.
For f**k’s sake, he hadn’t had s*x in way too long.
Lisa had wanted to, but every time he tried anything, his d**k went limp. Embarrassing as hell. But all he had to do was think about Scarlett and he got instantly hard. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was a witch instead of a lioness.
He’d decided tonight was the night to end things with Lisa. He’d break up with her—even if she cried. He was done. That decision gave him permission to watch Scarlett without guilt.
Scarlett pushed her panties to the side, and he tapped the zoom icon. The camera he’d installed was top-of-the-line and damn expensive. Now, it felt worth every penny. It gave him a crystal-clear view of her.
She pulled down the neckline of her dress, revealing tight, pointed n*****s. His mouth watered. Pre-c*m beaded at the tip of his c**k. He used it for lubrication as he stroked himself harder. At that moment, he didn’t give a damn how rough he was being.
Her bare feet pressed against the edge of the desk. She leaned the chair back, rubbing her p***y with her right hand while pulling on a n****e with her left.
“f**k, that’s a beautiful sight.”
She picked up speed, eyes closed. Her pink tongue slid across her full lips like she was getting ready to suck his d**k.
Yes. His d**k. This was his fantasy, and he’d give his left nut to make it real.
As her pace quickened, so did his. He stroked in rhythm with the circles she drew on her c**t. Her p***y glistened pink and perfect. He could practically feel what it would be like to be in the room with her, pressing his fingers against that same spot.
She parted her lips, and that golden glow lit up her eyes.
“Look at me,” he whispered to the phone.
She looked up toward the light in his office—right at the hidden camera. It almost felt like she was looking at him, and he f*****g loved it.
He stroked harder, watching her chest rise and fall. She tugged on a n****e and tapped her c**t. Her hips lifted off the chair. Another tap. She bit her lower lip.
He saw her toes curl on the desk. Her breathing quickened. Wetness dripped from her p***y as she slid two fingers inside and gripped the armrest as she came.
He kept stroking.
When she picked up his handkerchief and wiped herself with it, he f*****g lost it.
He grabbed a napkin from the cup holder and covered the head of his c**k as he came. Streams of c*m spilled out onto the napkin—a poor substitute for her hot, silky s*x.
He drained his c**k, the image of her using his handkerchief burned into his brain.
He’d never wash that thing.
Fuck. Her face had been priceless.
His phone buzzed in his hand, interrupting the video feed, and he nearly had a heart attack. He cleaned up and tucked himself away. The last thing he needed was anyone catching him like this.
Lisa.
Damn it, he’d forgotten all about her.
“Lisa?”
“Where are you? I’ve been waiting at the restaurant for at least two minutes.”
He bit back the urge to tell her to go to hell. “I’m coming.” He wasn’t lying.
“Well, hurry up!”
Tonight. Definitely tonight. He was at the end of his f*****g rope with her.
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