I inhaled deeply as if it were my last breath when Conrad's lips landed on mine. All I could feel was the softness on my lips; the rest of my body was forgotten by my brain. In the ten seconds his lips had been in contact with mine, I'd realized two things: one, I forgot how to kiss, and two, my lips were chapped as hell. I should've at least licked them instead of chewing them like a mouse gnaws on cheese before the kiss.

When we parted, I slowly opened my eyes, a whirlwind of doubts floating in my head.

Did he not like it?
Did my breath smell bad?
Did he not like the taste of my lipstick?

"Stop overthinking," he reassured me, staring at me with his blue eyes. His English accent seemed so hot right now. Initially, it took me a while to understand, but now, even I started sounding a little like a Londoner.

"Then stop talking and start kissing." For the split second that my body started functioning again, I grabbed his collar greedily and reconnected our lips, hoping he would take over the rest of the process since my brain decided to shut down again and melt into a puddle like there were brain-eating amoebas swimming around.

His hand held my face, pressed against my cheek as he worked on my lower lip. His other hand grabbed the cushion in my lap and flung it across the room, and I squeaked in surprise when he grabbed my waist and hauled me towards him. I placed my hands on his rugged shoulders to steady myself as I put my weight on my knees, feeling his muscles flexing as he squeezed my waist.

"Mmm," I moaned breathily as we parted for air.

"Come back here," he groaned, pulling me onto his lap sideways and continuing to manipulate my lips. I slipped a hand into his hair as he squeezed my waist again and playfully pulled on it as he bit my lip. He groaned, sending a vibration across my body leaning against him.

When he slid his hand up my throat, I lost all reasonable thought. I gasped for air before he tugged me back, pulling me by my neck. I bit his upper lip, feeling the pricking of his stubble as I did. I knew I'd look like I ate a porcupine after this. His hand found my hair, and he gently held it, lifting up as he licked my lips. My moans were muffled against him as I pressed my chest into his, so much so that I almost looked flat.

I felt another vibration coming from somewhere lower and immediately stilled.

I didn't know it could do that.

Conrad groaned and rolled his eyes before laying his head back against the couch, breathing out unevenly. Me, on the other hand, I was a panting mess, even wheezing for a second when he left me. Boy was I out of breath. My lungs were probably deflated like a balloon. I might need an inhaler.

"Bloody hell." He said.

Holding me against him with his arm around my waist and over my thigh, he reached into his pocket, retrieving the annoying device that interrupted our seminal moment.

It was his phone. I mentally slapped myself in the face for being so clueless.

"Speak." He pressed it against his ear and pinched his nose before looking at me. I could hear Nate's voice feebly over the phone and wondered what he needed at this time in the night. I glanced at the wall clock behind me, slightly shifting in Conrad's lap.

It was two forty five in the morning.

Conrad pinched my waist and I shot my head back at him swiftly trying not to make a noise.

'Stop moving' he mouthed and I could tell he was getting a little distracted. I rolled my hips on his lap slowly back and forth before he caught me firmly form stopping me to tease him. My breath hitched when he caught my lower lip between his fingers and puckered it together pulling it towards him before letting go.

"I'm staying in the city for the night." My heart danced as the words came out of his mouth. My body shuddered, loving the thought of him staying over. I ran my hand down his chest annoyed by the restricting fabric denying me the feel of his skin. I leaned into him, attempting to unbotton his shirt and nibbled on his jaw as I did. His eyes met mine and he pulled my hair back slightly as he spoke.

"I'll meet him at the estate tomorrow. Two pm." He disconnected the phone and threw it on the couch, staring me down like I just burnt his house down. "That's how you wanna play huh?" He slapped his hand against my butt and squeezed it.

Oddly the sting turned me on even more and I bite my lip to stifle my moan.

"Come here." This time, he pushed his tongue into my mouth aggressively as though he was punishing me for my actions and I titled my head for better access. My eyes closed once again as his tongue worked its magic and I could only imagine what it would do in bed. His hand caressed my face slowly yet eagerly as we kissed. My hands imprisoned his neck as they moved around it and into the back of his head again.

A chiming ring tone interrupted our moment this time, and I huffed my chest angrily as we separated. "Ask Nate to go jerk off somewhere." I said annoyed.

Conrad laughed, making me shake slightly in his lap. "It's yours." He said pointing his thumb behind the couch at the island counter in the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, redirecting my anger from Nate to the caller. Despite my body's reluctance, I lifted myself off of Conrad's comfortable lap and walked into the kitchen. I heard shuffling behind me knowing that Conrad was following me.

The shiver running down my spine only intensified when I glanced at the caller ID. Why was he calling so late? I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, honey. Did I wake you?" His voice was soothing, even as I heard my mother in the background, complaining about something.

"No, I was just... sketching something." Conrad's huge arms engulfed me in a warm embrace. I rested my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes as he swayed us slowly.

"Right. We're back at the house now. We arrived about five minutes ago." I glanced at the date on my phone before putting it back to my ear.

"Sorry, it slipped my mind." Conrad turned me around and lifted me onto the counter. I rested my palm against the cool marble, smiling softly at him before continuing. "How was Italy?"

"Oh, it was great. We're bankrupt now, thanks to your mother." I laughed, shaking my head at his exaggeration.

Conrad moved closer, playing with the thin straps on my shoulder. He started placing soft kisses along my neckline, gently biting as he did. I bit the back of my hand, trying not to make a sound while on the phone with my father of all people.

My mother would let it slide if she knew I was with a guy. She'd probably even send some condoms to celebrate the occasion. My dad, however, was a different story. I still remember the day he threatened my first and only boyfriend in high school when he found out he was cheating on me. He'd set his car on fire and pulled a knife to his throat that very evening. I had to vow to stay celibate until I had my business up and running for him to let go.

He was a little extreme like that.

"Marcus, if you take one more step forward with those muddy shoes, I swear I will skin you alive! Give me that phone!" I could imagine my mother snatching the phone from Dad's hands and shooing him away.

"Hi, sweetheart. I told him not to call you so late at night, but he's stubborn as a mule." Her sweet voice soothed my ears as I heard Dad objecting in the background. "He's gotten a little cranky these days."

"I can tell." I laughed, pulling my hand to my mouth as I giggled. As I continued to speak with Mom, Conrad decided it would be a good time to start undressing me. He slid one of the straps off my shoulder and bit my collarbone before moving to the base of my neck. I angled my head instinctively, fully aware of the mark he would leave behind, and wrapped my legs around him as much as I could in the dress.

He was driving me crazy. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on the phone while he was trying to seduce me. Joke's on him, I'd been turned on since the moment my eyes saw him at the party.

"Why don't you come home this weekend? Ollie and Liam will be back tomorrow. We can have a full house!" She said excitedly. She must've started planning the second she got on the flight back home. I tried to think of any clients coming in on the weekend, and finding none, I accepted her invitation.

"I'll be there."

"Great! I won't keep you up any longer, honey. Good night, sweetie. Love you!" Conrad pulled back for a minute, and my eyes met his.

"I love you too, Mom." I said, not breaking eye contact with him. I put my phone down and bit my lip as Conrad pulled me by my thighs, my bottom sliding on the counter.

The world around us seemed to fade away as our eyes locked, the tension between us thickening with every heartbeat.

When we kissed again, it was as if the universe held its breath. His lips were soft yet insistent, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. My arms instinctively snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. I held him as tight as I could, fearing that if I let go, he might vanish like a dream upon waking.

Our lips moved in a perfect rhythm, a silent dance of passion and longing. Being at eye level made it easier to lose myself in the depths of his gaze, those stormy eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul. The world outside this moment ceased to exist; it was just us, lost in the intensity of our connection.

His hands slid down my back, sending shivers through my body, anchoring me to him. The kiss deepened, and I could feel the heat between us building, threatening to consume us both. Every touch, every sigh was a promise, a silent vow of everything that could be, if only we dared to let it.

Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, and for that brief, perfect moment, there was nothing but the two of us.

"Bedroom?" I asked eagerly, resting my head against his. He nodded, lifting me up in his arms, my legs hanging on one side with his arms under my knees and around my waist. I threw my arms around him, leaning on his shoulder, and let out a content sigh.

"Upstairs." I said, pointing at the stairs as he lifted me off the counter. He kept stealing kisses as we ascended, and I kissed his cheek, swinging my legs back and forth, giggling like a teenager.

"Wait! I almost forgot!" I slapped a hand to my head as I remembered.

"What?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I like you too." Our laughter resonated through the house as we made our way into the bedroom.

END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN: SWEET TEMPTATIONS
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