Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Luka
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Scout shoots up from the floor, the antique lamp on the side table wobbles side to side, and she nearly trips over herself to steady it, knocking over a stack of books in the process.
Despite my annoyance with her snooping around behind my back, there’s a small part of me that delights in seeing her so visibly flustered.
“It isn’t?” I click my tongue as I study her, not even trying to hide my obvious perusal, nor the rock-hard boner that sticks out above the waistband of my unbuttoned pants.
It’s no surprise that her cheeks and neck burn bright crimson, making her wide, hazel eyes appear lighter as she stares at me through her round, gold-rimmed glasses.
Her light brown hair sits on top of her head in a messy bun, and she’s wearing a simple, white t-shirt and light pink cotton shorts. She may look like the picture of innocence on the outside, but there was nothing innocent about the way she was just watching me.
I’d noticed her hiding behind that chair not too long after I had my fist around my cock, the sounds of her heavy breathing giving her away.
Admittedly, I was caught off guard. I don’t know how she managed to sneak in here without L.O.K.I noticing, but I figured if she had the balls to sneak in here, I may as well enjoy fucking with her.
I’d half expected her to stop me—to close her eyes or to turn away at the very least. But that’s not what happened at all… Instead, the little fiend leaned in and squirmed around so she could get a better angle. And fuck if that wasn’t what I was expecting.
Looks like my wife may have a secret kinky side after all.
To be honest, I’d only meant to fuck with her, make things so uncomfortable that she’d have no choice but to tap out.
I tried not to make my awareness of her too obvious as I angled myself to give her a better view, even going as far as unbuttoning my shirt.
And then I saw her shift her weight and the glazed look in her eyes.
Goddamnit, that was almost too much to take.
As if I wasn’t already struggling to keep my mind out of the gutter, especially after her little confession the other night.
I’ve even had to ask L.O.K.I. to keep her bedroom door locked at night, as an extra layer of precaution, just in case my unconscious body decides it wants to reenact all the sex dreams I’ve been having.
It’s been years since I’ve sleepwalked, but at this point, I can’t take any chances.
Just seeing how affected she was from watching me, seeing how her eyes widened with a look of arousal mixed with curiosity…
Fuck it was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
And I’ve done my fair share of kinky shit.
I had to edge myself just to keep from blowing a load and ending it before I was ready.
But then I remember that I specifically told her not to come up here, and my arousal shifts back into annoyance.
Scout holds out her hands, the panicked look on her face has her looking so fucking cute it has my blood boiling and my aching cock twitching to finish where I left off. I bite my cheek and take a deep breath, needing to distract myself before my body takes things into its own hands.
Round eyes stare back at me, blinking like she’s afraid to make any sudden moves… which isn’t that inaccurate. She swallows thickly. “I didn’t see anything…” her pathetic attempt at a lie.
Rather than commenting, I quirk a single brow as the growing tension between us cracks and sizzles. I know she feels it too.
She must give up on arguing altogether, because she gestures with her thumb over her shoulder. “I’ll… uh… I’ll just be going then.” She cowers as she begins tiptoeing toward the door, using her hand to shield her eyes.
With a disgruntled sigh, I slowly pull my pants back up, carefully tucking my painfully engorged cock inside. I wasn’t kidding; I had every intention of finishing if she hadn’t interrupted.
“Not so fast.” My words come out sharp and commanding, and she stops dead in her tracks. But she doesn’t turn back to look at me. “What were you doing in my office, Scout? I thought I told you not to come upstairs?” What I don’t ask is how she managed to slip by without L.O.K.I noticing.
A mixture of anger and arousal fights for dominance inside of me, and I clench my jaw as I wait for her response. Her breaths come out heavy, and her porcelain skin is flushed bright pink from her neck all the way up to her face. She fidgets under my stare but still won’t meet my gaze.
“I asked you a question,” I repeat a little louder.
I don’t miss the way she startles at my sharp tone, and I instantly feel like a dick. I may be angry at her, but I’d never want her to feel like she’s unsafe around me.
“I was…I was looking for…” She looks around, then her eyes widen as she picks up a pen from my desk and clenches it to her chest. “I was just looking for a pen. Figured I’d start working on some sketches for the mural.”
I lean against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest as I watch her attempt to regain her composure. I’ve always loved how flustered she gets when she’s uncomfortable.
“Let me get this straight… You snuck into my office, deliberately disobeying my only house rule… for a pen?”
She swallows thickly and nods.
We stand there for a moment, my gaze locked on hers until finally, she breaks the silence.
“Well… I’ll get out of your hair then… let you get back to it…” She gives me a salute, then spins on her heel and practically bolts out the door.
“Scout,” I call after her.
Her whole body freezes mid-step. “Hmm?”
“Next time I find you snooping in places you don’t belong, I won’t be so forgiving…”
She nods. “I… understand.”
I collapse in my desk chair with a sigh as I watch her leave.
What the fuck am I doing?