Chapter 5 Enjoyable Frustration

I am standing in Lucas Lucero’s office, snapping at every comforting word that he is trying to say to me. The irritation and angst are consuming every rational bone in my body. There is only but pure blackness in an already near to boiling head. I feel like I am hovering helplessly over my body, watching each ticking second how I slowly unravel into pieces.

There is a fear in Lucas’s eyes; I am unaware if he is afraid of what I have become or what I might be capable of doing. Yet, apart from that hint of fear, there is that clear confusion that he has no idea what has taken me over.

This is not how I pictured bringing Lucas Lucero to his knees. Right now, the man that wanted me last night wants nothing more than to be away from me as far as possible. Or is this what I perceive in my head for fuck knows right now, the only thing my head can compose is the one curse word after the other.

I feel so helpless.

And god, I am angry.

I am helpless and angry it has happened to me again. I knew I should have stayed in bed this morning. Now, I not only have a very bewildered Lucas, but I have upset Savanah. I would love to say that she is used to it, but this is not something you should even begin to say that you are used to.

Now I need to explain myself to Lucas, and I need to apologize to Savanah.

But the fact is that tomorrow this might even just happen again. Lucas and Savanah might night be around, but something is going to go wrong. Hey, at least look at it this way; I have not flung a chair at him…yet.

Though for what is so many times now, he reaches and tries to pull me closer, and this time I let him in. So it is with a slow, delicate touch that he laces his fingers between mine and leads me to take a seat next to him. With an even softer voice, I can hear as he speaks from deep within, “Baby doll, please, please let me help you.” Then he pauses for a moment as he finds the sparkle that is now returning into my blackened eyes. “Please tell me what is wrong?”

I cannot tell him; I cannot let him know. It is already so bad that I have made a complete fool of myself, now I must make myself like an even worse fool. So I only but shake my head at him, “I was just very cross with Savanah. “

He cocks his head at me and gets a little smirk on his face, “If that is how mad you get for your friend bringing you to a stripping gig, I do not want to see how mad you are really going to get.”

As I laugh at him, there is still that edginess to myself and him, being a man that lives on his toes every day, immediately senses that the anger has not yet gone to settle. With one little nudge of my chin, he cups my face, then he speaks underneath his breath with the most goddamn sexy voice I have ever heard, “Can I try something, baby doll?”

With little stuttering breaths, parts of it from still shaking and parts of him setting my body on a new kind of fire, I lean closer to him, “What? What are you going to do?”

In an instant, I find myself on his lap. I turn around to face him; as I find his soft hazel eyes, there is a fire waiting to be released. He tangles his hands in my hair and seeks the softness of my lips. With every wink, he pulls me closer, and then he pulls away. He taunts and teases, slowly claiming my lips for his own.

The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. He clears the entire contents of the desk in front of us onto the floor. He grabs my ankles and slides me closer. With gentle but trembling hands, he lays me back on the table.

I stare into his eyes. I arch my back and push myself into his raging erection. My body whimpers and begs to be touched.

"Lucas, take me,"

As I say these words, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart. Then all reasoning steps out the door.

My arms clasp around his neck as I need to have his body closer. My body jerks at first, but then I allow myself to give in. The thought of his naked body fuels the raging fire within me; he consumes my body. It is not my lips that he reaches for; his tongue finds the sensitive parts below my ear.

The moan that escapes his lips awakens an even greater longing for his body and soul. The touch of his tongue against my skin sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer, his mouth finds my lips, and he prepares to take me, take every bit that he can have. It's like a battle raging in my mouth as his every stroke is aimed to make my body quiver.

My hands unlock behind his neck, and they are moving all over. First down his muscled chest, then down his sculpted abs, I can feel his heart pounding beneath his flesh. My touch sends his blood racing as I move further down to his waist. His body freezes, and for a moment, he stops breathing, then my hand reaches between his thighs, finding his erection. A growl escapes his lips, followed by a deep moan.

I run my hand down between the seams of his black designer jeans; with a whimpered breath, he pushed himself even deeper as I cup him in my hands.

“Oh god, baby doll.”

As the very last syllable leaves those delicious lips, I find that inner peace that I was so craving for only but moments ago, and fuck, Lucas Lucero sends me back to bliss by just his mere touch.

Fuck.

This should not be happening.

With absolute torment, I ease myself away from him slowly, “Lucas, I need to go.” Yet, I hang on for only but a mere more minutes as he devours me with every lashing of his tongue.

His hands creep ever so slow and so close up my thighs, drawing little circles as they make their path closer to the tiny inches of my panties. Then as he tangles his finger in the elastic, I stop breathing and fall into a near abyss of pleasure.

But the sooner he scrunches his hand in my shirt, the sooner I jump away from underneath him and with only one parting thought, “Thank you.” I leave the office more hot and bothered than before, but this is only a different, more agonizingly enjoyable frustration.

As I get downstairs, I see Savanah waiting for me with a smile on her face.

“Wipe that thing off your face, or I will gladly help you to do it.”

She only but waves me off as we find our way to the car, but just before we get in, I turn around and walk on over to where she is standing, “I am sorry, Sav. And please don’t say that it is okay.”

“Hey,” she only chuckles, “Whatever Mr. Lucero did to calm you down, girl, I am bringing you here so he can do it more often.”

Then all of a sudden, from behind us, there is a man that clears his voice rather loudly, “Can this Mr. Lucero try to do it again tonight?”

Much to my shock, as I spin on my heels, I find Lucas standing behind us with a rather big smirk on his face. Why the fuck must the man look so irresistible?

I want those lips.

Fuck. Focus Lexi. Focus!

None of this is going according to my plan. None of this is supposed to be happening this way.

I need to get a grip back on the game, or else I am going to lose focus. In fact, Lucas has made me lose it completely. If today is just an inch of how pissed I can get, then if I lose control of my intention with Lucas Lucero, then I am going to be fucking furious from anger.

So as he stands there with those hazel eyes, “Can I see you tonight, Lexi?”