Her Contract (Romance) by Lara West Read Free Book Online

line, I wait for my cock to itch again. But even when she yanks off my belt and has me in her mouth, it doesn’t feel right.
    Seeing those red locks moving back and forth as she sucks me off should be turning me on. Hell, I should be moaning and demanding her to suck faster.
    But… I feel… nothing.
    My cock is barely erect.
    Anna.
    Letting out a frustrated sigh, I pull out of Monique’s mouth and take a step back.
    “Is something wrong?” she asks, wiping the spit off her lips. She looks disappointed. Those shining azure eyes have gone cold.
    “It’s not you,” I say with an apologetic smile, pulling my pants and trousers back up. “I thought coming here would help distract me from something.”
    Monique sighs and stands up. “I see,” she says, walking back over to the cigarette packet sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
    She takes out another smoke and lights it. After another deep drag, she dares to ask me the question, “Who is she?”
    Damn. How do women know this stuff? It’s like they have a sixth sense about the whole guy/girl dynamic.
    “What gave me away?”
    “What didn’t?” she sneers. “First you show up out of the blue. Then you hesitate to come in. Yes – I have eyes in the back of my head. Then you don’t even react when I’m all over you. That kind of behavior gives the game away.”
    Just hearing her say it, makes it hit home all over again.
    This thing with Anna. It’s not just lust. It can’t be. Because if it were then why did I just turn down a blow job? And not just any ordinary one either.
    Monique has tricks that ordinary women could only dream of being able to use on their lovers. And the BJ wasn’t even the main event. Let’s just say that the swing in her bedroom is not for decorative purposes.
    This seduction game with my PA has backfired on me.
    Big time.
    I’m not the one who’s gotten under Anna’s skin at all.
    She’s the one who’s gotten under mine.

Chapter 13

Anna
     
     
    When I hear the door smack shut, I fling my eyes open and lift my head up off the sofa.
    Crap. I must have dozed off before the movie finished.
    Peering up at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s after two. Typical. I knew Lucas would stay out late. And now I’m going to be forced to acknowledge him as I walk back to my bedroom.
    Sucking in a breath, I rise from the sofa and instantly lock eyes with him.
    “Oh, sorry, Anna. I didn’t realize you were out here,” he says, his voice soft and steady.
    Hmm, and I thought he’d come back drunk for sure. Well, at least, he’s alone. Otherwise, this encounter would’ve been awkward as all hell.
    “I was just heading to bed,” I quickly say, making a b-line for my room.
    Before I’ve even made it halfway, Lucas calls out to me, “Please, can you hang back a minute?”
    Somewhat stunned and still half sleepy, I swing back around to face him. “Why? What is it?”
    He gives a sheepish smile, something very rare for Lucas, and motions to the sofa. “Can we sit and talk. I’d like to apologize for earlier.”
    If it weren’t for how genuine he sounds I’d tell him to shove his apology right up his ass. But he appears crestfallen and apprehensive.
    Something must have happened when he was out tonight.
    Despite the late hour, I humor him and resume my seat on the sofa. “Okay, go ahead.”
    He paces the room for a minute, apparently still anxious, and bites a fingernail.
    Finally, a minute or so later, he sits down next to me.
    “This is hard for me to say,” he begins, staring into my eyes. The usual hordes of butterflies return in my stomach, and despite all my efforts, those pools of mulled brown are just too damn dreamy.
    No matter how much I half hate the guy.
    “But I need to come clean,” he continues. “I brought you to Vegas under false presences. I wanted to seduce you again. Another ignorant point I had to prove to myself.”
    “Excuse me?! You did wh-” I go to say but he urges me to listen to the