His Pawn by Emily Snow

Author:Emily Snow [Snow, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HEA Press, LLC
Published: 2018-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

TWO

JACE EXLEY

I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.

Lucy Williams.

No, Lucy Duncan.

She’s married now. It was bound to happen. Even with her smartass mouth and know-it-all attitude, she was always a stunner, but goddamn, the years have been good to her. I let my eyes travel over her body, slowly, because I don’t give a fuck if she notices.

I start at her legs.

Whenever she used to ride my ass—she was good at that, good at pissing me off—I imagined wrapping them around my waist and riding her. Those legs are longer than I remember, leading up to full hips that make my fingers twitch to grasp them and a tiny waist I’d like to clutch too. Her tits are still perky, perfect, but she’s not hiding them under one of those baggy ass sweaters she was so fond of. That yellow dress leaves little to my imagination, and her breasts strain against the fabric with silky black hair falling over them.

I have a thing for long hair—the more there is, the better because I like having something to hold on to—and between that and her hips, Lucy Williams-fucking-Duncan has plenty to grip.

It’s a shame another man’s digging his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back until her long lashes flutter over round hazel eyes. Making her lips part just enough for her to say, “More,” before he ruins that sweet pink gloss of hers with his tongue and cock.

Clearing my throat, I lower my fingers from my mouth, gesturing them to the empty seat across from mine. “Sit down,” I repeat in a voice that’s gone rough from the images in my head.

“Yes … okay.”

Her legs are wobbly as she perches her ass on the edge of the chair in front of my desk. I want her to look at me, want to see her skin light up beneath my attention, but she doesn’t. She traces her gaze over the monogrammed letters—LJD—on the edge of her leather folder like it’s the first time she’s ever seen her own initials.

That’s fine with me. I’ll make her look up sooner or later.

"It's been a long time." She sucks in her flushed cheeks at the mockery lacing my tone. I wonder if she remembers the last time we saw each other. She must because she just blinks and sways slightly in her seat. “You look … well.”

Hell, she looks better than well. With legs that go on for days and tits that were made to touch, she’s the sexiest thing that’s ever stepped into this building. Breathing her in is torture because she smells like warmth. Warmth, vanilla, and a hard, noisy fuck.

I bet she’d taste just as good as her scent.

My cock twitches at the thought, and I groan at the effect the presence of this woman has on my little brain. I don’t have a hard time getting soft curves and sweet scents into my bed—well, their bed because I don’t like to take women back to my place, don’t like the sense of attachment it gives them—but I have rules.

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