The Seduction

by Roxy Sloane

  “No.” I break free, pushing him away again. “I won’t have dinner with you.”

  “So we skip dinner.” Vaughn gives me a wicked grin. “I’d prefer to eat you out any day.” He slowly licks his lips.

  Oh Lord. My legs go weak. If he can drive me to heaven and back with just two fingers, imagine what he can do with that tongue...

  Get a grip, Keely!

  “No,” I tell him again, putting every last ounce of self-control in that one syllable. I look him straight in the eye, so he can tell just how serious I am. “I’m not having dinner with you, or anything else. What happened between us was a lapse in judgment. I acted totally unprofessionally, and it won’t happen again. Ever.”

  Vaughn looks stunned. “You’re turning me down?” he says slowly, like he can’t believe it. “A-fucking-gain?”

  “Goodbye.” I side-step out of his embrace before I can change my mind. “They validate parking at the front desk.”

  And then, with the last thread of my dignity still intact, I walk away.

  TEN

  VAUGHN

  The client calls while I’m jacking off to porn in my office.

  “What the fuck am I paying you for?” he yells on my voicemail. “It’s been a week already, and you still haven’t sealed the deal! I’m running out of time!”

  Tell me about it.

  My hard-on wilts at the sound of his voice. Fuck it. The porn wasn’t working any way. Even the top-shelf stuff doesn’t get me off these days -- not with the memory of Keely’s wet, hot pussy still fresh in my mind.

  Her hand tight around my cock. Her body shuddering under my touch.

  “Dammit!” I yell, shoving everything off my desk in a rage. I’ve never struck out like this before.

  Maggie pokes her head around the door. “I’d find this amusing, if you weren’t such a little bitch right now,” she tells me, taking in the mess.

  “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” I demand, zipping up my flies. “She said no. Twice! Even after I made her come her brains out in the museum bathroom. Even after she got a handful of my cock.”

  That’s the part that gets me really fucking pissed. Keely saw exactly what I had in store for her -- and she still walked away.

  What the hell am I doing wrong?

  “I like this girl already,” Maggie says. “She sounds like she’s got you all figured out.”

  “Don’t I pay you to be helpful?” I grumble. “So help.”

  Maggie laughs, coming to help me clean up. “Have you tried a little romance?”

  I glare. “Romance is for pussies who can’t get laid.”

  “Well, right now I’m looking at one.” Maggie smirks at me. “Jesus, don’t look so tragic. Buy the girl some flowers. Woo her a little.”

  “Woo?” I sneer.

  “Yes, woo,” Maggie sighs. “Make her feel like you don’t just want to bang her brains out and disappear. Like she’s special. Unique. You can fake that, right?”

  The phone out front starts ringing and she disappears, leaving me to think about what she’s just said.

  Special... The truth is, I wouldn’t even be faking it. Keely is unique -- she’s the only woman to turn me down flat in, well, I can’t even remember how long. Not since my balls dropped and my sixth-grade baby-sitter gave me a hands-on demonstration in ‘hunt the clit.’

  And that way she looked at me when her hands wrapped around my cock. I’ve never had someone challenge me like that. As bold as her words were, when push came to shove, I never expected her to be so game. Who knew Little Miss Library could be so saucy?

  So, fine, I decide, grabbing my phone again. I can do romance. I can make like fucking Romeo if it means I get to taste her delicious pussy again -- and this time, I won’t be licking her juices off her fingers. No, I’m going to be buried tongue-deep in her cunt working her clit until she’s begging for mercy.

  I find the number of the nearest florist and place the call.

  “Yeah, I’d like to make an order...”

  ELEVEN

  KEELY

  “Who is this guy, Rockefeller?” Justine surveys my desk with a smirk. “That’s like the fourth delivery this week.”

  “Fifth,” I answer with a sigh. My cubicle is filled to the brim with roses, chocolates, and even a five-foot stuffed teddy-bear. “He sent candy too. Godiva. You want some?”

  “Uh, hell yes!”

  Justine attacks the gold-wrapped box, biting into a truffle with a moan. “What are you looking so blue about?” She pauses, noticing my expression. “If I had a man showering me with extravagant gifts, I’d be over the moon. Is he ugly?” she adds, looking sympathetic. “Small? Like, Tiny Texan?” She wiggles her pinky finger.

  “No, definitely not.” I flashback to Vaughn’s massive member and blush. “But he’s a client, I can’t date him. It’s the rules.”

  “Screw the rules.” Justine helps herself to another chocolate. “Remember that super-fine lawyer on the Bulway case last year? I screwed him in the stationary closet between depositions.”

  I gape. “But he was opposition counsel.”

  “And I was opposed to letting his fine ass walk out of here without sampling the goods.” Justine snickers. “If this guy’s working so hard to get your attention, what are you scared of?”

  What am I scared of?

  That’s the question I ask myself for the hundredth time as I go hide in the stacks of the law library upstairs. Saying he’s a client is only an excuse. Justine isn’t the only one who breaks the rules -- everyone fraternizes with clients around here. And it’s not like I’m dating anyone else.

  No, I have no excuses to cling to anymore. Vaughn is smart, edgy, and sexy as hell. Every time we meet, it’s like a tug of war—a battle to see who will come out on top. I never thought I’d like this kind of thing, but it’s so hot I can’t imagine wanting anything else. And he’s already given me the most thrilling, dirty sexual experience of my life.

  I go to sleep at night wet and aching, remembering the feel of his thick hardness in my hands, imagining that my wandering fingers are his own -- searching for a release that is nowhere near as earth-shattering as the one he’s given me.

  That’s the problem, the secret I can’t tell Justine: it scares me, how quickly my body responds to him. How my good sense goes flying out the window the moment he comes around. I’ve never felt anything like it, and God, that terrifies me somehow, knowing how much I want him. There’s a darkness to him that I’ve never known before, a mystery I can’t help but want to solve. This man has secrets, and I’m just longing to discover them all. I’ve never felt this way before. And to be totally honest, I’m scared. Scared to take that step over the ledge and let it all go.

  What would it be like to surrender completely? Let him make good on all those filthy promises, show me the pleasure I know he has in his grasp.

  * * *

  “You’re hiding from me.”

  I close my eyes at the sound of his voice, so sexy and rasping. I should have known he’d come find me. That he wouldn’t give up the chase, not even for a minute.

  “Other guys would take the hint.” I open my eyes to find him leaning against a stack of law books, watching me with amusement. There’s an annoyed edge in my voice, thank God; the second he spoke, I felt a clench in my thighs but at least I still sound like I’m keeping my cool.

  “I’m not like other guys.” Vaughn strolls closer. “But you already know that. Did you get my flowers?”

  I nod. “And candy. And jewelry. What did you do, clean out the Hallmark store?”

  Vaughn grins. “I looked, but I couldn’t find a card that says, ‘Congratulations on your hand job.’”

  My pulse kicks. We’re alone in the library stacks, and God, that look in his eyes makes my stomach curl in a tight knot of anticipation.

  “What do you want?” I whisper, knowing the answer already.

  “It’s not what I want,” he says conversationally, starting to roll up the c
uffs of his shirt. He does one arm and then the other, his skin golden and dusted with hair beneath the crisp cotton. “It’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to eat you out, right here, right now.”

  My legs go weak. I want to counter, to say something quick, but all I can do is sink back against the bookcase.

  “I’m going to gorge on you, sweetheart.” Vaughn leans in, his breath hot on my cheek, his eyes glittering, dark and full of wicked promise. “I’m going to lick that pretty little clit of yours until you want to scream. You’re going to be begging for my cock by the time I’m through with you. But you won’t make a sound, will you? Because somebody will hear. And we don’t want anyone to know.”

  Oh my God.

  I’ve never heard a guy talk like this before -- never felt so turned on. Before I can pull my brain back together to respond, Vaughn sinks to his knees in front of me. I’m wearing heels today, so his face is level with my crotch. He reaches out, and deliberately pushes my skirt up my thighs. Higher, higher, until it’s bunched around my waists and I’m totally exposed to him, the silk of my panties already damp between my thighs.

  “Stockings.” Vaughn teases a finger around the band, pulling them down. I shudder at his touch. He looks up at me with a smirk. “Wear these when I fuck you.”

  Then without another word, he leans in and grasps the front of my panties in his teeth, yanking them down and letting them fall in a heap around my feet. Then he takes my ankles in each hand, lifting my feet free of my panties and pushing them apart so I’m spread wide to him.

  “Hold on,” he says. “Lock your knees so you don’t fall.”

  I gasp for air, reaching up to cling onto the edge of the bookcase. I should say something, do something. I can’t believe I’m doing this: naked from the waist-down in the back aisle of the law library. Anyone could come looking for a book back here. Anyone could see me like this, him kneeling between my thighs, his hands sliding up the inside of my legs.

  Dirty. Forbidden. So totally hot.

  In our game of bluffs, Vaughn is totally winning right now. And I don’t care.

  I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

  “No, watch,” he orders. I snap my eyes open again.

  “I want you to watch me lick your pussy,” he says, his eyes still fixed on mine. He slips his hand between my legs and lightly strokes over my wetness. I gasp, my whole body trembling at his touch. “I want you to watch me fuck you with my tongue.”

  I stifle a moan. Pleasure crashes through me. Already my body is shaking as Vaughn teases me, rubbing softly around my entrance, over my clit, back down lower again.

  “Say it,” he orders.

  “What?” I gasp. His thumb swirls around my clit again, but it’s not enough, I’m already aching, desperate for more.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I can’t. Saying it would be admitting defeat, waving a white flag before plummeting into a totally new universe. But as I hesitate, the pressure against me eases and I stifle a cry. Vaughn is waiting, watching me with that detached, powerful gaze. My whole body is beating with impatience now, swaying towards his hand.

  If I say it, he’ll win.

  I look down at him, just inches from me and I feel another surge of anticipation.

  Fine. Let him win.

  “Touch me,” I gasp. “Lick me. Please, I need your mouth.”

  “Good girl.”

  Vaughn dips his head and licks up against me, hot and wet against my clit.

  I cry out, clamping one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound as his tongue laps and probes, over and over, an agonizingly sweet pressure. He’s ravenous, devouring me, sucking at the tender flesh, then licking lower, swirling around my entrance and plunging his tongue deep inside me.

  Holy shit.

  Pleasure crashes through me. My legs give way, I sink against him, but he just pulls my legs around his neck, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing and slamming me back against the bookcase. His tongue plunges deeper inside me and God, I can feel the wave already, cresting higher, lightening in my veins.

  Suddenly, a shiver rolls down my body that has nothing to do with Vaughn: a shock of unease, like someone’s watching us. I glance around, my heart racing, but we’re alone in the stacks. I can’t see anyone, and--

  Oh!

  Vaughn shifts me, licking back up to my clit, and fuck, now he’s plunging two fingers deep inside where his tongue once was, stretching me, curving up higher, fucking me in a relentless rhythm as his tongue laps at my clit. I forget everything, I can’t take it, the sensation crashes over me, it’s too much. I struggle in his arms but his grip on me won’t let up. He laps harder, faster, forcing a third finger into my aching channel as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks, hard.

  I shatter with a cry, coming, coming, coming over his lips, his wicked tongue until I’m spent and gasping in his arms.

  TWELVE

  VAUGHN

  I set her down and straighten up.

  “That’s two,” I tell her casually, yanking her skirt back down.

  Keely blinks at me with those wide eyes, looking like her whole world just turned upside down. She’s sexy as hell, all mussed up and blushing. I can’t help myself, I shove her back, kissing her hard so she can taste herself, my mouth slick with her delicious juices.

  Damn, I could have eaten her all day. Sweet and tight and gushing wet for me. I can’t wait to feel that pussy clench around my cock, tight as a goddamn vice.

  “Enough fucking around,” I say her, holding her chin up. I force her to look at me, to see I’m not taking her good girl shit anymore. “You’ve had your fun playing hard to get, but you know as well as I do that went out the window the minute you spread your legs for me right here in the middle of your office.”

  Keely tenses, like she’s just remembered where the fuck we are, but I keep hold of her chin, forcing her in place.

  “I’m taking you to dinner, and then I’m fucking your brains out,” I order her, about five seconds away from bending her over and pounding her right here. I’ve been hard since the minute I thrust my fingers inside her damp, aching pussy, but we’re still stuck in this fucking library. She may have kept quiet for now, but what I’ve got in store for her will make her scream loud enough to bring the fucking fire department.

  And damn, I want to hear that scream.

  “I’m going to tie you down, and spank that sweet ass of yours, and then fuck your pussy until you can’t walk for days. Understand?”

  Keely swallows. She looks like she’s about to argue with me again, so I grab her breast through her blouse and give her nipple a sharp tweak. She bites down on her bottom lip in surprise, but her cheeks flush with desire.

  “Dinner. Tonight. My place. I’ll text you the address.”

  I caress her breast again, softer this time. Keely lets out a tiny moan.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I scoop up her panties from the floor and dangle them from my finger. “I’m keeping these. I want you wet and ready for me the minute you walk through my door.”

  I tuck them into my jacket pocket with a wink. Keely doesn’t look like she can talk just yet, so I steal another kiss and leave her there, collapsed against the bookcase with a dazed smile on her face.

  It’s nothing new. I’ve seen that look a thousand times before, but I still feel a strange surge of pride as I walk away. Keely isn’t like everyone before her. Having her isn’t about finishing a job or proving something. It’s about her—the way she doesn’t back down, the way she challenges me. I need to take her, to completely devour her. She’s mine now. There’s no going back.

  I stroll out through the office, whistling to myself as I plan all the ways I’m going to fuck that pretty little body -- starting with her mouth. Yeah, those pink lips sliding up and down my cock, that’s what I need.

  “Mr. Vaughn.”

  I turn. It’s that jackass of her boss, Carter Abrams, stepping out of a side room.
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br />   “It’s just Vaughn,” I say shortly.

  He gives me a smarmy smile. “Of course. What brings you here today?”

  “It’s handled.” I don’t have time for his bullshit -- he’s just a puffed up suit, and I sure as hell don’t like the way he talks to Keely.

  “By Miss Fawes.” Abrams’ smile gets wider. “She’s very... accommodating.”

  His voice is suggestive. What the hell? I narrow my eyes. Has he fucked her? Is this asshole the reason Keely kept pushing me away?

  Jealousy pumps through me at the thought of his limp hands on that gorgeous body. But right away, I dismiss it. She wouldn’t touch this joker, and even if she did, she sure as hell wouldn’t again after I’ve shown her what a real man can do.

  “Just let me know if you want to schedule another meeting with her,” Carter continues, still oozing smarm. “I can arrange some private sessions.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” I glare at him. Whether he’s fucking her or not, this guy is up to something. He’s practically pimping her out right now.

  “Anything I can do to help my clients,” Carter sneers again, but I’m already done.

  “I’ll be in touch.” I hit the elevator button. Conversation over. As the doors close, I see Carter watching me with that weird look on his face.

  Whatever. That guy is a creep and an asshole, but I’ve got what I need.

  Tonight, it all goes down. Keely’s going to get a lesson in submission that she’ll never forget -- all nine massive inches of it. And dammit if that girl won’t be on her knees and sobbing for me by the time I finally give her what she needs.

  That pussy belongs to me now, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

  THIRTEEN

  KEELY

  I don’t know how I make it through the rest of the day, but finally, six o’ clock rolls around and I drive home, my brain still spinning.

  Vaughn.

  He fills my thoughts, overwhelming my senses. Even left alone, I can feel him. His touch blazing across my skin. The imprint of his fingers digging into my thighs. His mouth...