Chapter 2 Whispers of Temptation
Sunlight spilled across Lucy’s childhood bedroom, warm and unforgiving. She lay tangled in sheets that still smelled faintly of her old vanilla body spray, staring at the ceiling with a restless energy she couldn’t shake. Last night’s dinner replayed in loops, Marcus’s deep hazel eyes locking onto hers, the casual brush of his knee under the table, that slow, knowing curve of his lips when she’d talked about freedom. Her body had reacted instantly, a slick heat building between her thighs that no amount of tossing and turning could ignore.
She groaned softly, sliding one hand down her stomach. At twenty, Lucy had never been shy about what she wanted. Sex was her favorite escape, raw, intense, no strings. But this? Craving the man her mother planned to marry? It felt dangerous, electric, like stepping too close to a live wire. Her fingers dipped lower, circling her clit as she pictured those strong forearms, the way his shirt had stretched across his chest. A soft moan escaped her before she bit it back. Not here. Not with her mom just downstairs.
She forced herself out of bed, heart racing. Today she would test the waters. If Marcus was going to become part of this family, she needed to see how far that spark could burn.
Lucy stood in front of her closet, rifling through clothes she hadn’t worn since high school. Most were modest, jeans, hoodies, the safe outfits her mom preferred. Not anymore. She pulled out a tiny white sundress, the kind that barely skimmed mid-thigh, with thin straps and a low neckline that showed off the swell of her breasts. No bra. She slipped it on, the fabric cool against her skin, and checked the mirror. Her nipples pressed faintly against the material, visible if the light hit just right. Perfect.
She added a touch of gloss to her lips, tousled her long dark hair so it fell in messy waves, and sprayed a light perfume between her cleavage. Downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee drifted up. Elena was humming in the kitchen, probably still floating on last night’s high. Lucy took a deep breath, steeling herself. This wasn’t just about looking good. It was about seeing if Marcus noticed. If he wanted what he shouldn’t.
Her bare feet padded down the stairs. Elena glanced up from the counter, smiling warmly. “Morning, sweetie. Marcus is coming by to help plan the wedding details. Isn’t that sweet?”
Lucy’s pulse quickened. “Yeah. Sweet.” She poured herself coffee, leaning against the counter in a way that made the short hem of her dress ride higher. The back door creaked open moments later.
Marcus stepped inside like he already belonged, carrying a folder under one arm and looking unfairly good in casual jeans and a fitted gray t-shirt that hugged his biceps. Late thirties suited him, confident stride, faint stubble along that sharp jaw, tattoos peeking from one sleeve. His eyes swept the room and landed on Lucy. For a split second, they darkened, tracing the curve of her legs, the way the dress clung to her hips, the subtle outline of her nipples.
“Morning, ladies,” he said, voice low and smooth. He kissed Elena on the cheek, but his gaze flicked back to Lucy. “You look… refreshed.”
Lucy smiled innocently, though heat coiled low in her belly. “Thanks. Just trying to be comfortable around the house now that we’re going to be one big happy family.” She crossed her legs slowly as she sat at the table, letting the dress slip another inch. The air felt thicker already.
Elena chattered about venue options, oblivious, while Marcus nodded along. But under the table, his foot nudged Lucy’s, deliberate this time. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed back lightly, her skin tingling where they touched. When he reached for a pen, his arm brushed hers, sending a shiver straight to her core. She was getting wet, right there in the kitchen, from nothing more than proximity and that hungry look he tried to hide.
They moved to the living room to spread out wedding brochures. Lucy “accidentally” dropped a paper, bending slowly to pick it up in front of Marcus. The dress rode up, flashing the bottom curve of her ass and the thin white thong underneath. She heard his sharp intake of breath. Straightening, she caught his eyes, raw lust flashing before he masked it with a cough.
“Everything okay?” Elena asked, glancing between them.
“Fine,” Marcus replied, voice rougher than before. “Just… warm in here.”
Lucy bit her lip to hide a smirk. She sat closer on the couch, her thigh pressing against his. While Elena stepped out to take a quick call, the room grew quiet. Marcus turned to her, jaw tight. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Lucy.”
She leaned in, breath warm against his ear. “Am I? Or are you just noticing how much fun it could be?” Her hand rested lightly on his knee for a second, bold, reckless. His muscles tensed under her palm, and she felt the heat radiating from him. When Elena’s voice echoed from the hallway, Lucy pulled back, heart pounding. The look Marcus gave her promised trouble. The kind she craved.
By afternoon, the planning wrapped up. Elena hugged Marcus goodbye at the door, already talking about dinner next week. Lucy lingered in the hallway, watching. As he stepped outside, he paused and glanced back at her one last time. No words, just that intense stare that made her thighs clench. The door closed, and Elena turned, beaming. “See? He’s wonderful. You two seemed to get along great.”
Lucy forced a smile. “Yeah, Mom. He’s… something.” Inside, guilt twisted with excitement. She’d always loved sex, chased it without shame. But this pull toward Marcus felt different, deeper, forbidden. What if he gave in? What if she made him?
Up in her room, she locked the door and stripped off the dress. Lying back on the bed, fingers slipping between her soaked folds, she imagined his hands instead, rough, commanding, pinning her down. A quiet gasp escaped as she circled faster, chasing release. Waves of pleasure built quickly, her body arching as she came hard, whispering his name under her breath.
Afterward, breathless and flushed, Lucy stared at the ceiling. She’d given in to the marriage for her mom’s sake. But now? The real temptation had just begun. Marcus wasn’t just handsome. He was a walking threat to her self-control, and she couldn’t wait to see how far they could push before something broke.