Tormented

17. Need You

James pov

Lucy.

Her name repeats in my mind. I think I'm obsessed with her.

Seeing her blush like that...

I get out my car, finally, and head to my suite.I greet the doorman and slip him a quick tip as always. I quickly jog through the lobby to catch the open elevator. I walk in and press my floor number.

As the elevator doors close I bring my mind back to Lucy.

She likes me, I know she does and I understand her conflict but she doesn't understand how much she makes me need her. I've fallen so hard for her, it doesn't even make sense.

God, she'll be the death of me.

Lucy pov

He's so...

Addictive.

I want his attention all the time on me.

After the intense kiss in the car, I'm not sure if I can stop his advances, or if I'll even want to stop them.

I sit back at my desk.

Why did I allow this? How did I allow this?

My parents...

I sigh and collect myself.

I need to get my work done before he comes in here and distracts me.

I start the paperwork, a little excited for him to show up.

I sound like a teenager with a crush.

Oh Lord, what has this male done to me?

I get in about an hour of work before my boss comes strolling into my office, walking straight up to my desk.

My heart beat increases.

"Lucy."

"James."

He smiles at the mention of his first name and leans down towards me.

"Are you done with the papers yet?"

"Just finished actually." I say looking up at him.

Today his suit has a few opened buttons in the front exposing his chest...and a beautiful chest indeed.

I stare into his eyes willing myself not to look down into his shirt, where an 8 pack of rock-solid abs no doubt lies.

"Lucy, Lucy have you been listening?"

I blink and feel the familiar heat of blush crawling up my neck.

"Um, sorry, I kinda tuned out."I say, breaking eye contact instead looking down at his lips.

He smirks, slowing moving his eyes down my face soon resting them on my lips.

A moment of silence please for my heart because it's having a solo right now in my chest, and death is near.

He leans closer, reminding me of what I've tried so hard to keep off my mind.

The kiss.

He stares intensely at me, switching his gaze to and from my lips and my eyes.

I mimic this action.

His lips slightly graze, mine.

My breath hitches.

"You have no idea how much I want to take you on this desk, right now." He whispers in my ear.

Oh, Lord.

How am I supposed to resist this?

I should really be backing away telling him what I always tell him.

That it's not worth the risk.

That I need this job.

That he's my boss, and what he's doing is extremely inappropriate.

But I'm at a loss for words with him this close to me I'm not sure how I'm even thinking.

His lips finally press on to mine and I hear him moan in satisfaction.

I stand in my chair wanting to feel more of him.

With the desk between us, things are a little difficult but not impossible.

He grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer.

I feel the desk pressing against my thighs but honestly, at the moment, I don't even mind.

He licks my lips asking for entrance which I gladly grant. His tongue explores my mouth, as mine does the same. Kissing has never felt this great, ever. Him on my skin, the passion we both have. But I can't. I know I can't.

I'm not the type of person to blow off rules. To takes risks. Especially not ones that could cost me my job.

I really feel like I'm in love with him, though. Just him walking in the room makes my day. How do I push something so precious to me away?

I back away separating our lips.

He looks at me breathless and confused.

I try to speak but he interrupts.

"No, Lucy, I'm not letting you go. I don't care about the paparazzi, the media, or anything that tries to take you away from me, cause I won't let them, f*ck, Lucy I love you, so I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me. You're mine, damn it, mine. You can't leave me now not after making me feel like I'm human again, like every day that passes isn't meaningless. Lucy please, I need you."

He holds my hand tightly in his, shaking, looking into my eyes.

I stare back into his eyes finally knowing what I want.

And what I want to do.

No more beating around the bush.