Allure (Forbidden #1)

by Michelle Betham

  But the second his beautiful eyes flicker open the mask is back on. Kira Blu is back at work, and we don’t even say good morning. I close my eyes and let him fuck me into this brand new day, and with every thrust my heart breaks a little bit more and the confusion continues to grow. But I let him fuck me.

  He kisses me as he comes, his moans low and deep, seeping through into me as his mouth rests against mine and I just want to stay here, all day, like this, our bodies a mess of tangled limbs as we fuck the day away. But he has work to do. He told me. He has to go out, and I wish I’d booked clients in today instead of turning two regulars down. I really shouldn’t do that. Once Neal has gone I’ll need those clients to still be there, I have nothing without them. This fucked-up world I live in is the only world I know now and I need it to still be there, when Neal has gone.

  ‘I’d better go get dressed.’

  He throws me one of those smiles that makes my stomach flip, and my heart cracks a touch more as he jumps out of bed, and I watch his beautiful, naked body retreat into the bathroom.

  I should get dressed myself. I might even send a few messages out to my regulars to see if anyone wants me today, because I need to be occupied; distracted. I need to forget about Neal until the time comes when I can be with him again. I can’t let him take over everything I do. I need to limit the damage he’s already caused.

  Climbing out of bed I get dressed and walk over to the mirror, pulling a face at the sight of my reflection. And he still wanted to fuck me.

  I grab my bag and dig out my mascara, quickly applying a coat along with a touch of concealer, which is only going to get washed off again in a minute when I get into the bathroom, but it makes me feel better.

  ‘You got anything on today, baby?’

  I swing around at the sound of his voice, and the gasp that comes out of my mouth mingles with the tiniest, involuntary laugh because it’s slightly surprising to see him look the way he does right now. He looks different. He’s wearing glasses, for starters but, Jesus, they just make him look twice as hot! And he’s not dressed in his usual suit pants and shirt, either. He’s wearing jeans, white and blue sneakers, and a more casual pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms, a blue/grey tie fastened loose around his neck. He’s all super-sexy-quirky and I am thrown now. Just what is it this man actually does?

  ‘Erm, No. No, I… I haven’t got anything on today.’

  Christ. Now I’m stuttering like some shy adolescent faced with the school’s hottest guy.

  He walks towards me and I smile, taking hold of his tie and pulling him towards me, moving my mouth closer to his. ‘Do you need me for something, Mr Cannon?’

  His arm slides around my waist, his hand fanning out in the small of my back as his face breaks into a huge, heartbreaking grin. ‘How do you fancy taking some role-play out into the big wide world?’

  Is he serious? ‘I thought you had work today?’

  ‘I do.’

  ‘So, what do you mean, take some role-play outside?’

  He smiles again, and those eyes of his are shining impossibly bright. ‘I want you to come with me. To work.’

  ‘Huh?’

  He squeezes my waist and kisses me slowly, and I feel ridiculously happy. So, yeah, whatever he wants me to do today, I’ll do it, because it means I get to spend hours with him I never thought I’d get the chance to spend.

  ‘What is it you do, exactly, Neal Cannon? Because, this new look I’m seeing here… How do you go from super-sexy businessman to super-hot geek, just like that?’

  ‘I’m an art dealer.’

  Whoa! Really? This is a first for me. This man has class. And abs you can bounce a coin off. This man is becoming someone who never ceases to surprise me, and I try not to think about the short amount of time we have left together – time that’s ticking away too fast for my liking.

  ‘An art dealer, huh?’

  He smiles, and I feel my heart skip a dozen beats. ‘I dress differently, depending on who my client is.’

  ‘Well, there’s something we have in common.’

  He laughs quietly, and another swarm of butterflies dance around inside me.

  ‘I’m seeing one of my, shall we say, more informal clients today. He’s based down in London, but he has family up here, in Northumberland. They own a pretty big country house, so he tells me. Anyway, he’s flown up here for the day, to see me. Says he has something he wants me to check out for him.’

  ‘Is that what you do? Check things out?’

  Another smile, and my heart responds accordingly. ‘Yeah. Something like that.’

  I play with his tie, running my fingers over the soft material of his shirt. ‘So, where do I come into this, then?’

  ‘Well, I’m kinda in the mood to play games today, so, I thought…’ He pulls me so close against him every inch of our bodies touch, ‘I might have an assistant with me. For a change. A beautiful, local, sexy-as-hell assistant who looks like a good girl but really she’s very, very…’ His mouth touches mine and I groan quietly, ‘bad.’

  He kisses me, and I have a burning need to take his cock in my mouth and suck him dry. ‘How bad, exactly?’

  He grins again. ‘Well, she ain’t wearing no panties underneath her skirt because her boss doesn’t want her to. And she has to be at her very strict boss’s beck and call whenever and wherever he needs her. She has to do everything he says.’

  It’s my turn to smile. He wants to play, I’m playing. All fucking day. ‘She gets no choice, huh?’

  ‘Everything he says. If he needs to fuck her in order to get some relief, he’ll fuck her. If he has the urge to lick her pussy and we’re still in the car, he’ll pull over and she’ll hitch her skirt up over her beautiful thighs and she’ll let him lick her.’

  ‘And what if she doesn’t do her job properly?’

  ‘She’ll be punished.’

  ‘And what if she wants to be punished?’

  His cock wants out; it’s pushing hard against his jeans, I can feel it, and I want it.

  ‘Then she’ll be punished.’

  ‘How?’ I whisper, resting my mouth against his, our breath quickening as we start living this fantasy out right here, right now.

  ‘He’ll fuck her ass and bury his fingers deep inside her pussy until she comes so loud he can’t hear himself think.’

  I almost orgasm right there and then. ‘But she’s a bad girl, Mr Cannon. You said so yourself. So, I have a feeling she might step out of line more than once. You think you can deal with that?’

  I don’t actually give him time to answer. It’s my turn to do what I want now, before he takes over.

  I push him back against the wall and slide down to my haunches, unzipping him as I go, freeing his throbbing cock to the sound of his appreciative moans.

  Taking him in my hand I run my fingers from the shaft to the tip, wiping the pre-cum away with my thumb, and then I taste it, which makes him moan even louder. He’s so hard in my hand, and I’m so wet, but the only place his cock is going right now is my mouth.

  I’ve never wanted him more.

  Today is going to be a good day.

  Neal

  Jesus fucking Christ in heaven! She’s deep-throating me, and that wasn’t even on her profile. But she’s got my cock so far down her throat I can’t get my head around it. I’m dying here – Jesus! I’m gonna come, any second now, and it’s gonna be freaking glorious!

  I dig my hands into her hair but I can’t push her any closer to me, she’s already got me entirely in her mouth, her hands cupping my balls as she sucks me, licks me, and I want to bottle this memory and never, ever forget it.

  Fuck me! I’m coming now, I’m coming so fucking fast my knees almost give way, and she’s swallowing it all, every last fucking drop and that’s making me come some more, just when I thought I couldn’t go any longer. I can’t pump it out fast enough. This girl is freaking killing me!

  I’m done. I’m fucking exhausted. She’
s literally sucked the freaking life out of me and I’ve never felt so alive.

  She pulls back, freeing my cock, although it was quite happy where it was. And when she stands up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand I swear it was ready to go all over again. She made that look so freaking hot!

  ‘Pull yourself together, Mr Cannon.’

  She tucks a finger under my chin and jerks my head upwards, throwing me a smile that could make a dead man’s cock hard before she turns and sashays off towards the bathroom.

  I’m about to spend the day in the middle of my very own wet fucking dream.

  Sometimes I love my life.

  Sometimes…

  Twelve

  Kira

  ‘What’re you doing?’

  I turn around to see Joey standing in the doorway of my bedroom, arms folded, a mug of coffee in his hand, a suspicious look on his face. But I really couldn’t give a shit today.

  ‘What’s it look like I’m doing?’

  ‘Oh, she’s got the mouth on her today I see. Been playing the dominant one with our American boy, have we?’

  I don’t answer him. I’m not in the mood. I had been intending to have it out with him this morning over whatever it was he’d told Neal in Bam-Bams last night, but after all that talk of role-play and giving Neal a blow-job that blew his sexy-as-hell mind, none of that matters now.

  ‘What are you wearing?’ Joey walks into the room, staring at me as I slip on high, spike-heeled black suede ankle boots.

  ‘What do you mean, what am I wearing? What’s wrong with it?’

  ‘You got an interview or something?’

  I look in the mirror and smile. I’ve dug out some of my “sexy secretary” gear, but adapted it slightly so it looks a lot more “outside of the bedroom friendly”, for want of a better way of putting it. I’m wearing a tight black knee-length pencil skirt, and no knickers, as requested, teamed with a white, open-necked shirt and push-up bra, my hair piled messily on top of my head.

  ‘I’m going to work with Neal today.’

  Joey almost chokes on his coffee. ‘Sorry? You’re what?’

  ‘I’m working with Neal today.’ I turn around to face him. ‘What part of that don’t you understand?’

  ‘All of it.’ He narrows his eyes as he looks me up and down again. ‘What does he do, anyway? Because, I’m gathering you’ve found that out now. Did he tell you willingly, or did you fuck it out of him?’

  ‘You’re disgusting sometimes, do you know that?’

  He just raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of coffee.

  ‘He’s an art dealer.’

  This time Joey really does choke on his coffee. ‘A what?’

  ‘You heard.’

  ‘Fuck me… Really?’

  ‘Yeah. Really.’

  ‘An art dealer, huh… Well, he can come check out my pieces any time he likes.’

  ‘Your mistrust of Neal really is selective, isn’t it?’

  He ignores me, but he knows I’m right.

  ‘So where do you come into it, then? What is it? Take your escort to work day?’

  ‘You want to shut up before you become really offensive. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m meeting Neal back at the hotel.’

  He’d wanted to come with me, to the house, while I got changed, but no matter how I feel about the man, no client will ever visit my home. I don’t want anyone knowing where I live. Not even Neal. I like our little hotel suite bubble we’ve created. Anything else is just way too personal. Way too close. Way too dangerous.

  ‘Hey, lady, get back here.’

  I raise a hand in acknowledgment but don’t turn around. I’m busy. I might tell him more later, if he starts being nicer.

  Right now, all I want to do is get back to Neal.

  I’m going to work.

  And he is gonna have one hell of a day.

  Neal

  She didn’t want me to come to her home, and I understand that. But I can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. It felt like some kind of rejection, and yeah, it stung. But the second she walked back into my hotel suite nothing else mattered. Except her. And this crazy day we’re having.

  She’s so much fucking fun I can’t explain. She’s playing my good-but-really-bad-girl assistant better than I’d hoped. She’s so professional and polite and she even sounds like she knows what she’s talking about after I gave her a quick run-through of who this client was and what his needs were in the car on the way over. She’s quick at picking things up. And the client fucking adores her! He’s a member of the landed gentry, an old fashioned guy with a hell of a lot of money and an eye for the younger ladies, and Kira had him wrapped around her little finger within seconds. All she had to do was smile and he was floored. I know that feeling. She smiles, and I’m lost. And I know that telling her what I do, letting her into my world; I know that’s a risky thing to do. I may be giving away a little too much of myself, but that’s my choice. And this, what we’re doing here, this is what we should have been doing from the start – having some fucking fun, instead of trying to analyse what it is or isn’t we might be feeling. We really don’t have time for that. It doesn’t matter. We should have been having days like this from the beginning.

  I watch as she leans in towards my client, placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him as he talks to her about the vase he’s brought up from London for me to look at. It’s an antique, and worth a fair bit of money, although not as much as he thought it might be worth, but Kira managed to ease the disappointment on that score. She’s had him smiling since the minute he got here.

  She throws her head back and laughs, and it’s all I can do to keep my cock under control. I know she’s not wearing any panties, she showed me as much before we left the hotel. And she’s newly shaved and soft to the touch and I am aching to fuck her. I think we’ve both worked hard enough this morning. We deserve a break.

  I take a deep breath as she walks towards me, sliding the end of her pen into her mouth and I know she’s doing that on purpose.

  My mind goes back to the incredible blow-job she gave me this morning, and she knows that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.

  ‘Edward’s just popped out to his car.’

  She’s on first name terms with him already, that’s how taken he is with her.

  ‘He says he has something he wants to give me.’

  I smile because she knows exactly what she’s saying. She worded it that way on purpose. ‘I think we both know what he really wants to give you, Ms Blu.’

  She smiles back, and I’m already imagining her in the back seat of my car, skirt up around her waist, legs wrapped around my hips as I slam into her. She’s gonna go from good girl to bad so fast it’ll make her head spin.

  ‘Are we nearly done here, Mr Cannon?’

  Oh, Jesus, she’s far too good at this. I might have to hire her. I really might. Shit, there’s a thought…

  ‘Neal?’

  ‘Hmm? Sorry?’

  ‘Are we nearly done here?’

  I look at her, and for a few seconds I can’t speak. It’s like I’ve been rendered speechless. ‘Erm, yeah. Yeah, we are. I just need to have a word with Lord Farnham when he gets back inside, then we’re done.’

  ‘I’ll go see where he’s got to then, huh?’

  ‘Hang on…’

  She walks back over to me and I rest my hand on her hip, leaning in close, my mouth almost touching her ear.

  ‘I’m gonna need you to do something for me real soon, Ms Blu.’

  ‘Would you like me to take something down, Mr Cannon?’

  I laugh quietly, and I feel her shiver against me, and I take a risk by sliding my hand down over her thigh, snaking it lazily up under her skirt, and I don’t stop until I find her pussy, touching it gently, inhaling deep. She’s wet and ready and I am desperate for her now. Fucking desperate. ‘That’ll be all, Ms Blu.’ I slide my hand out from under her skirt, but our eyes are still locked. ‘For now.’

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bsp; She smiles as she backs away, sliding the pen back between her teeth, promising me so fucking much with just one look.

  Every day should be like this.

  I need the memories.

  I need her.

  God fucking help me…

  Kira

  Watching him work is the biggest turn-on. He’s as beautiful to look at as any of the pieces of art he’s shown me this morning, and I am having so much fun, being here, with him. And the fact he’s told me what it is that he does; the fact he’s actually let me inside his world, like this, that’s something I can’t ignore. He’s given a little bit more of himself to me, but I can’t allow myself to give in to the pressure of feeling like I have to do the same. I can’t go there. I’m having the greatest time today, I really am, and this is how I want to spend the rest of the time we have left together. I want us to have fun, and not think. Fuck, and have fun. I can’t give him anything else.

  He absent-mindedly nudges his glasses further up his nose as he points something out to Lord Farnham, and I recall a couple of times I spent evenings with men like Neal’s client. I only ever accompanied them to dinner parties where they were in need of some pretty arm candy for the evening, there was never any sex, but that’s why I’m so comfortable around people like Lord Farnham. I can be anyone I want to be, and right now I want to be Neal’s submissive secretary; feel his cock deep inside me as he uses me as nothing more than a vessel in which to rid himself of the day’s stresses and strains.

  He nudges his glasses up again and looks over at me, throwing me a wink and I swear I have to hold down a tiny gasp. It won’t be long now. We’re almost done. But I’m so close to finding a bathroom and finger-fucking myself to a climax I am aching to feel.

  I tuck my pen behind my ear and hug my notebook to my chest as I look around the grand and beautifully ornate room we’re standing in. We’re in the drawing room of a stunning country house in the heart of the Northumberland countryside, which belongs to members of Lord Farnham’s family. He doesn’t come up north all that often, apparently, he told us over coffee this morning, but this house has been in his family for generations, and he’s thinking of visiting the North East on a more frequent basis now. He’s a nice man. A kind, friendly man, if not a bit on the eccentric side, as Neal had said. But I’ve enjoyed today. At times I even forgot I was only playing the role of Neal’s assistant.