Free Besieged by LP Lovell Page B

pounds along with my desperate breaths. He chuckles quietly.
    “You can try and kid yourself all you like Lilly, but your entire body is screaming that you want it.” He purrs. Damn it, of course I want it, but I’m not about to lose all self-respect just for sex. Guaranteed amazing multiple orgasm sex I’m sure, but even so.
    "I'm drunk. It doesn't count." I argue.
    He leans closer still and whispers against my lips. "You are drunk, but you don't think I see the way you look at me when you're hiding behind your suits and professional courtesy. You may keep up that cool exterior, buy just under the surface you're burning up for me. I’ll bet you've pictured me between your legs a hundred different ways. God knows I have." His hot breath warms my lips, his words are brusque, almost aggressive in their delivery. My body trembles and burns for him as moisture pools rapidly between my thighs, and he's not even touching me. His words both infuriate me and turn me on so much. Fuck I am so screwed. "But the thing I can't understand is why you deny yourself Lilly. You tease me, only to deny me. I'll admit it's a turn on, but a man can only take so much. I'm dying here. You want me on my knees...I'm already there sugar." He whispers. His fingers wind into my hair as his voice drops, becoming husky and seductive. His fingers tighten as his lips brush my ear. "You want me just as much as I want you, even now I bet you're wet for me."
    Really?! I push away from him quickly, leaving a few feet of space between us. “Okay! You're hot, I admit it. But don’t you think I see what you are?" Oh god, this is a full scale rant. It's like watching a train wreck, horrific but hopelessly unstoppable. "You’re hot and wealthy and you only have to click your fingers and a willing vagina appears before you. I hate to think how many women you've slept with, but I'm not one of those women Theo. Jesus. How weak do you think I am? I could never get drunk enough to have sex with you! I do have some fucking self-respect." It's as though alcohol has inhibited my brain to mouth filter, not that I normally keep tabs on it anyway, but this is Theodore Ellis. Essentially my boss' boss. He could ruin my career in a heartbeat if he wanted to. I take a deep breath to calm myself.
    “Lilly.” He says my name like a command. I don’t look at him.
    "No, please just stop.” I whisper. I’m drunk and irrational and I know tomorrow this will probably become the single most humiliating moment of my life to date. I shove past him and stagger back onto the main street.
    “Lilly.” He calls after me.
    I don’t turn around, I just keep walking for what seems like miles but in reality is probably about a hundred yards. I’m so drunk, my head is spinning violently and I just want to lie down on the pavement and pass out. I walk around the corner and onto another street.
    “Lilly.” Oh why won’t he just leave it?
    A very nice black Aston Martin pulls up beside me, it's engine purring softly as it crawls along beside the pavement. He’s leaning out of the window.
    “Lilly, I’ll take you home.” He speaks softly as though he’s speaking to a child. I turn and look at him.
    “I can get myself home. Thank you.” I say curtly.
    “Lilly, for Christ sake get in the car.” He’s gritting his teeth, clearly trying to supress his anger. I wave a hand dismissively in his direction. I get to the end of the road and still can't see any taxis, ugh just typical! I stand for a second and look left and then right debating which way to go. He stops the car next to me.
    “Really Lilly?” He growls. “This is childish.” I scowl at him. His eyes flash with anger and his jaw is clenched. He radiates that impenetrable energy of his. Why do I have to be so attracted to him, even now?!
    He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. “You’re hammered and staggering down a street in the middle of London at two in the morning. Now get in the fucking car!”