Entice

by Lexi Buchanan

  “I want to take you out to dinner,” he whispers, surprising me. “The doctor said you’re fine to continue as you were before the scare. Just add more rest to your daily routine.”

  I hear what he’s saying, and he invited me out to dinner, in his own kind of way. Even though the thought of putting any effort into doing anything is the last thing I feel like, I agree, “Okay. I’ll probably feel better once I’ve showered and changed. So dinner it is.”

  Before I can move, Lucien has me in his arms, off the bed and in the bathroom. He turns the shower on and turns back to me with a look on his face I can’t decipher. “Will you be alright in here,” he asks reaching up and caressing my face.

  I burrow into his hand wishing his touch will last, but know it’s only temporarily.

  He cups my face in his hands and standing so close to me, he kisses each eyelid, along my cheekbones and the tip of my nose. “I miss you.”

  His three little words start my tears. I can’t stop. They’re falling quicker than he can mop them up with his thumbs.

  “I miss you too,” I cry as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly with his face buried in my neck.

  My tears are a build up of weeks of bed rest—weeks of not being close to the man holding me now—and worry that if I lost our child, he wouldn’t have a problem walking away from me.

  In the hospital, he told me his worry had been for me first then the baby, but I find it difficult to accept that. He’s an amazing guy and I don’t think he’d ever lie to me. It’s just knowing how difficult he’s finding having me as a daily fixture in his life, makes it easy for me to imagine him throwing me away if something, god forbid, should happen to our child.

  “C’mon.”

  Lucien releases me slightly and starts to remove my clothes followed by his own, but leaving his long sleeved tee shirt on. Taking hold of my hand, he pulls me into the shower with him.

  I long for the day when there really is no clothing between us.

  As soon as the water hits me, I sigh in pleasure. It feels good on my face as I tip my head back and let it run down my body. Lucien is behind me with his hands on my hips and places a kiss to my shoulder causing goose bumps to run down my spine.

  I’m feeling better already.

  He removes his hands but they’re soon back, covered with shower gel, as he starts washing my body. His hands feel like they’re trembling as they slide from my neck and along my collarbone. He misses my breasts and continues with my stomach, buttocks and down my legs.

  Kneeling down, he thoroughly cleans my calves before caressing back and forth on my thighs. The closer he gets to my pussy, the more my legs quiver.

  His eyes stay focused on mine as he’s watching and enjoying my response to his touch. My eyes start to drift down his body to his jutting cock when he slips a finger inside me.

  I reach out and rest my hands against the wall of the shower to help keep my balance as I throw my head back and moan. He has magic hands.

  “You’re so wet baby,” he whispers seconds before I feel his mouth.

  My legs are about to buckle when he grips my hips and shoves me gently against the wall of the shower. Placing one of my legs over his shoulder, he dives in.

  He now has two fingers pumping in and out of me while his tongue teases my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.

  My orgasm is fast approaching and there isn’t anything I can do to slow it down. Instead of fighting it, I go with the flow.

  Reaching up, I cup my breasts and start to rub my nipples.

  Lucien pauses.

  I watch him from beneath my hooded eyes.

  “Fuck, Sabrina,” he growls.

  I don’t stop. “Please,” I beg.

  “You’re killing me.”

  His fingers really start to thrust in and out of me as his mouth sucks my clit into his warm heat. With his other hand he starts to stroke himself. I’m mesmerised. I can’t look away…then I…

  “Argh…Oh God, Lucian.”

  My stomach hardens as my orgasm rushes over me, draining the last of my strength from my weak limbs. Lucien slowly brings me back down to earth with his fingers and places kisses all over my pussy, the largest kiss landing on my stomach.

  He helps me to slide down the wall, and spreading my legs he kneels between and places such a tender kiss to my lips that I feel tears threatening. Resting his forehead against mine, he’s still breathing heavily as he tells me, “You taste amazing,” while his hands slowly move along my thighs.

  Pulling back, he grabs the shower gel and washes between my legs with a small grin on his face.

  My eyes caress over him and create desperation in me to taste him. His well-defined muscles, his nipples that are protruding through his wet tee shirt, and his strong thighs that are rippling under my gaze. But it’s what’s twitching between his legs that now has my full attention. He’s still hard as a rock and standing proud.

  Unable to move my eyes from his cock, I see his hands clench into fists against his thighs from the corner of my eyes.

  I smile and shuffle onto my knees. Pushing his legs open wider, I trail a finger down his jerking shaft as I watch pre-cum leak from the head.

  Quickly meeting his gaze, and holding, I lower my head until I’m hovering above his shaft. It jerks in anticipation and my tongue darts out to trace along his slit—collecting the sweet taste of his arousal in my mouth.

  He hisses between his teeth.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he grinds out.

  I don’t reply with words. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and gently caress over the puckered skin at the base with my fingers. I’ve no idea whether or not he has any sensation where the scarring is, and this isn’t the right time to ask.

  He’s growing thicker so maybe he does have feeling here. I’m going to try and find out.

  Licking down his shaft, I tongue his balls and feel his shaft lengthen, thicken and drip with even more pre-cum as I make eye contact with Lucien again. With my tongue, I trace over some of his scars and carefully gauge his reaction. At first, his eyes look unsure until I hit what must be a particularly sensitive spot. I smile as his eyes practically roll back in his head.

  Continuing to lick back and forth, I start to stroke him off and feel his hands slide into my hair and tighten the more he throbs in my hand.

  My hands caress his balls as I start working my way back to the head of him with my tongue before sucking him into my mouth.

  He gasps and comes down my throat—over and over again.

  “Fuck…Sabrina…Stop,” he groans.

  I suck him one last time and hear him cuss.

  He slumps back on his ass, leaning against the opposite wall to me. He grabs my hands and hauls me into his lap. With his arms wrapping around me, it fills my heart with hope.

  “How are you feeling?” he eventually asks, his breathing still not back to normal.

  “Much better.” I smile against his chest.

  “Really?” He sounds unsure.

  Lifting my head, I try to read him through his eyes, and for once I can. He really is unsure about me. Nervous maybe?

  “Lucien, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed being close to you and your arms around me. I’ve felt like we’ve been drifting further away from each other, and I had no idea how to get us back to where we were before you walked out. Right now I feel close to you, and I don’t think I could cope if that was taken away from me again.”

  He gulps before leaning forward and kissing me on the lips.

  “I know it’s all my fault—” I try to interrupt but he covers my mouth with his fingertips. “Let me finish. It is my fault that I keep giving you mixed signals and walking out on you after promising to talk through my uncertainty. This,” he points between us, “is terrifying.”

  “I need you Lucien. I thought that at first I could do this alone, but I can’t. I don’t want to.”

  “I’m here now.”

  I can’t help wond
ering for how long.

  “Can I ask you something without you shutting down?”

  He kisses me on the top of my head.

  “Ask me, babe.”

  “When I had my tongue on you, around the base of your cock, could you feel me.”

  Well, I’m certainly feeling him now as he starts to lengthen between us.

  “I felt you.” He sits me further away from him on his thighs and slightly spreads his legs.

  He smirks and takes my hand, placing my fingers against the puckered skin there. “I can’t feel anything here,” he moves my hand, “but I can here.”

  This is the spot that had his eyes rolling. Gently, I press down, watching as his eyes narrow and his shaft jerks between us, tapping against my wrist.

  I smile and meet his eyes.

  Removing my hand, Lucien brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses them. “As much as I’d love to have you riding me,” he smirks, “your mother will be here any minute.”

  “I’d forgotten,” I groan.

  His smirk is filled with mischief. “We’ll carry on tonight after dinner.”

  We scramble to our feet and quickly wash before exiting the shower.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Lucien

  Dressing after my shower with Sabrina, my heart feels lighter than it has over the past few weeks. She mentioned that she’d felt like we were drifting further away from the other, and she was right. We have been. I’ve struggled with how to act around her and I’m always watching what I say or do so I don’t upset her, but somehow I still manage to.

  I was angry when she didn’t really give Lily the time of day. Not just because Lily’s my closest friend but also because Sabrina really needs a friend and keeps pushing Lily, her oldest friend, away. Since then, I’ve found it difficult to get through to her and she seemed to be sinking into a well of depression.

  But now I’m really hoping she’s coming out the other side. The doctor has given her an all clear, although she still has to rest during long periods of the day. And I’m hoping we’re back on track after showering together.

  Perhaps she only needed attention from me. Something to prove to her that she wasn’t alone and that I care.

  My lips slip into a smile as I remember watching her wet, naked body writhe around on my mouth as she caressed her breasts. Watching her pleasure herself had me hard as fuck, just like I am now as she walks into the closet behind me.

  “You look nice. Are you going into the office?”

  “Hmm,” I mumble, keeping my back to her.

  “Lucien?” She comes up behind me and standing to my side looks up into my face. “What’s wrong?”

  Sighing, I take her hand and place it on my erection, and have the pleasure of hearing her gasp as I flex against her hand.

  “That’s what the image of you in the shower has done to me.”

  “Wow.”

  She smirks and very slowly licks her lips.

  My eyes narrow.

  Her hand on my cock presses against me and rubs back and forth sending my arousal up a notch. But it’s her thumb pressing down on the bulbous head of my dick that has me taking her face into my hands and kissing the life out of her.

  I have her up against the mirror in the closet and feel her legs wrap around my hips as I continue to devour her. Our tongues are swirling together, sucking and teasing, sliding together and mating. Slowing the kiss down, I use my hips to keep her in place and create a small amount of space between us so that I can caress the small bump of her stomach.

  Resting my hand where our child is growing, I place my forehead against Sabrina’s and look into her eyes. “Thank you,” I say, giving her a light kiss against her waiting mouth. I hope she realizes this is me, giving her my heart without having to find the words to tell her or to admit how much saying the words out loud terrifies me.

  She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck as mine go fully around her waist. I move back slightly and let her legs fall back to the floor even though I don’t want to let her go.

  “I’m yours,” she whispers.

  Realizing time is getting away from us, I slide my hand down over her bottom in her stretchy yoga pants wanting to keep her with me. “I don’t want to leave,” I admit.

  Keeping her hands around my neck, she meets my gaze and going up on tiptoes kisses me. “You have to. You’ve given up so much of your time to be with me that we need to get back to normal.” She straightens my tie over my chest and stomach.

  “I’ve never for one moment regretted my time at home with you. I know you’ve found it difficult being confined to bed rest, but you’re out the other side now and providing you follow the doctor’s orders you won’t go back to that.” I kiss her on the forehead as I pull away and slip my arms into my suit jacket.

  “I know.” But she doesn’t sound sure.

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay today. You’re mom is running late, but—”

  “I’ll be fine, and I feel ten times better after being in your arms. You’ve given me something to get through the rest of the day, and I promise to rest.”

  “Good.” I’m unable to hide the grin, which spreads across my face at her words.

  She rolls her eyes and steps in front of me.

  My hands go to her shoulders.

  “You always look handsome,” she flattens the lapels of my jacket, “but there’s something about you being in a suit that has me wet and aching for you to take me.”

  My whole body tightens with desire. Has she got any idea what the hell she does to me? And then I see the slight smile at the corner of her mouth. She knows!

  I inhale to try and loosen my body up, but all that does is drag her scent deeper into my lungs. So I close my eyes instead and see her naked form in the shower, again. There’s no escaping her.

  Opening my eyes, she’s grinning up at me just before rubbing against my jutting erection. Slacks aren’t the best for hiding evidence of a man’s arousal.

  “You’d like that? For me to take you?” I need to know she isn’t just teasing me. “You’d let me tie you up, and lick every inch of your body, get my fill of your sweet pussy before sliding my thick cock inside you?”

  Kissing my jaw, she whispers, “Yes.”

  My breath catches in my throat.

  “Knowing you’d be tying me up for pleasure and not to keep me from touching you will heighten the pleasure for the both of us, and I trust you Lucien…So, tell me,” she pauses, “do you own a grey tie?”

  After a moment of gauging whether or not she’s serious, I throw open a top cupboard revealing my ties.

  Her eyes widen when she sees them. The majority are in different shades of grey.

  “Jeez, that’s a lot of grey ties.”

  She eyes me while smoothing them with her fingers. “Are you sure you’re not a closet Christian Grey?”

  I frown. “Christian who?”

  “Never mind.”

  “Um, I don’t think so.”

  I slip my arms around her waist and snuggle into her. Biting down on the curve of her neck, she shudders in my arms. “Who is Christian Grey?”

  “Seriously?”

  I growl, “Sabrina?”

  “Lucien?”

  Then the bell chimes announcing we have a visitor and her grin widens even more.

  “My mother’s here.”

  She wiggles out of my arms and is out of the closet before I can get my wits about me. Saved by the bell.

  “This conversation isn’t over,” I shout and laugh as I hear her open the door to admit her mother.

  I glance at the ties again and exchange the dark blue one I’m wearing for a dark grey one.

  See if she notices.

  Straightening my tie and jacket, I close the cupboards and exiting the walk-in closet, rearrange myself in my slacks. Now that I’m more presentable, I walk out of the bedroom to greet the future mother-in-law. Well, only if Sabrina ever agrees to the whole wife thing. It’s the right thing to do,
which reminds me—after all this time she needs a ring on that finger. Neither of us have brought up the fact that she agreed to be engaged to me. It’s something that needs rectifying and something that will hopefully make her more secure in our relationship. It just makes me nervous. The thought of her wearing my ring will give her the power to hurt me.

  She already has that power.

  Planting my smile back on my face, I walk over to her mother and say, “Dorothy. It’s nice to see you visiting Sabrina.”

  As soon as I finish speaking, Sabrina pinches me on the ass as she walks past. “Lucien, don’t you have a meeting or something…dear?” She looks at me pointedly as she turns and sits beside her mom.

  Taking a sip of her decaffeinated coffee, she notices the tie. Her eyes widen in surprise before she hides her smile behind her cup.

  Hmm. I need to do some research.

  Seeing her now, I’m tempted to tell her I’ve cancelled and will be staying home.

  Grinning, I counter, “Now where would the pleasure be in that, babe.”

  I chuckle and after a lingering kiss to her lips, I leave her in peace, feeling her eyes on me as I leave.

  She knows how to get a hold of me if she needs me, but hopefully her mom will keep her entertained for a while without causing stress.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Sabrina

  My eyes follow Lucien as he leaves and I’ll admit they stray south a few times. He looks mighty fine in that suit with the slacks clinging to his perfect ass and muscular thighs. He makes my mouth water, which he knows.

  Sighing, I remember my mom is in the room with me. Turning back to her, a grin spreads on my face when I catch her ogling my guy.