Planned Seduction

by Jess Dee

  Sweet Lord, he felt good. She grazed her fingers over his nipples, and he jerked.

  “Morgan…”

  She answered by grinding her hips against him, whimpering as her clit grazed his erection. The clothing between them did little to dampen the erotic feel of his hard cock.

  Moisture gathered between her legs, and she groaned into his mouth. What little cognizance she had of the world around her narrowed until it vanished altogether. The only thing she was aware of was Daniel. Daniel and the way he touched her and made her feel.

  His hand found her swollen breast and closed over it, massaging until her breath came in short spurts. Her chest heaved as longing grew and blossomed, spreading its sensuous poison through her veins. When he took her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, the sensation spiraled downward, vibrating through her stomach and lower. She stopped breathing, convinced she’d faint from pleasure.

  Daniel’s mouth kept her firmly grounded. His kiss set her blood on fire. She moaned. She kissed. She ached.

  With one arm wrapped around her shoulders—keeping her mouth fastened to his—he ran his hand down the length of her skirt. Then slipped it underneath.

  Amy was sure her heart would stop. For endless seconds, he rested his fingers on her knee. The anticipation of what might follow left her shaking helplessly. She was on fire, burning with expectation.

  Somewhere in the far recesses of her mind, a tiny voice cautioned her that whatever action she took now would have serious, long-term repercussions.

  Such was the power of her voracious need for him, she paid the warning no heed.

  Touch me. Her yell was silent. She was powerless to find expression for her thoughts.

  As if responding to her unspoken command, he dragged his fingertips up her inner leg, over her thigh-high stockings, and onto bare flesh. Each inch of skin he brushed over was so sensitized his touch reverberated through her entire body. She turned to liquid in his arms.

  “Danny.” With a guttural moan, she shifted, inviting his hand to complete its journey.

  An inch away from his target, he stilled and muttered a thick curse. A second later, his finger traced her lacy G-string, his touch as light as a feather and as hot as burning coal.

  She gasped at the contact and bit his neck. Tremors shook through her. She shifted again, needing to feel his fingers on her naked flesh, to experience the pleasure and relief his hand could bring.

  He nudged the wisp of lace aside and ran his finger through her slick folds. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, her mouth incapable of speech. Even the tiny voice in the back of her mind was silenced by his strokes.

  “Christ, you’re wet.”

  Wild with need, she pushed against his hand.

  His finger traveled upward, found her aroused clit, and caressed.

  Yes. Oh God, yes. She twisted in his arms.

  He rewarded her by adding pressure to his touch.

  She wasn’t going to faint, she was going to die from pleasure. Her fingers raked his back as she fought against losing control.

  “You’re making me so hot, babe.” He thumbed her clit, massaging in small circular motions as his finger slid against her wet slit and delved inside.

  Yes!

  “Touch me,” he demanded. “Feel what you do to me.”

  Full of wonder, Amy moved one hand from his back and tentatively cupped the bulge in his pants.

  He slipped his finger deep inside her and her muscles clamped down involuntarily.

  “God, Daniel…” She couldn’t complete her sentence, her mind overtaken by sensation. Instead, she closed her hand around his cock and began to massage it. He grew longer beneath her touch.

  “You know what I’d like?” Daniel moved his finger out then slid it back in again.

  The same thing she’d really like? For her to rip off his pants, duck her head down, and take him in her mouth. To run her tongue up the length of him, kissing and licking and sucking until he lost all control and came in her mouth.

  “A blowjob?”

  He growled in her ear. “Besides that.”

  She dipped her fingers below the waistband of his pants. His cock jumped, and he pushed into her hand. It was a tight fit, but she palmed him, holding his satiny, steel-like shaft. “No.” Her voice was huskier than usual. “Tell me.”

  “I’d like you to come.”

  The low whisper nearly did her in. His thumb circled her clit, and he slipped a second finger inside her. She let out a strangled gasp, and he caught her tongue in his mouth, sucking gently. He pulled his fingers out then slipped them back in again. Then again and again.

  She thought her legs might collapse beneath her.

  Her thumb brushed against the tip of his penis, finding a milky drop of his precome on the head. Without another thought, she brought her thumb to her lips and sucked, the taste of his salty essence filling her mouth.

  His movements stilled as he watched her, a low rumble erupting from his chest.

  With slow, controlled actions, she licked her lips then his. His body shook in response.

  “You taste good.”

  “Christ, Morgan.” He clamped his lips over hers, his tongue searing her mouth as his fingers renewed their carnal seduction.

  She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he increased the pace.

  “Come for me, baby.” Daniel’s voice was strained now.

  Tension built inside her. Pleasure grew. Sensations swirled as his touch wove its magic. She was on fire, about as hot as she’d ever been.

  He increased the pressure with his thumb and drove in even higher.

  She could bear it no more.

  Her pleasure peaked and her body tightened, her inner walls clamping down in a mind-shattering orgasm.

  Still, he toyed with her, kneading and caressing as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her.

  “That’s right, baby. I can feel it. Come for me, come hard.”

  She did. So hard her knees buckled. She had to grab his waist for support, otherwise she’d slide to the floor in a boneless heap.

  For several minutes, she leaned against him, breathless, as the spasms subsided. All the while, Daniel whispered encouragement in her ear, holding her close with a steadying arm.

  As the euphoria of the afterglow settled around her, she remembered there was a not-so-small matter still needing her attention. Dropping to her knees, she gave in to her previous desire.

  She wanted a mouthful of Daniel.

  Now.

  In record time, she unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down. She eased his cock out of his boxers, feeling it twitch. She licked her lips in anticipation and then licked the tip of his cock. Hunger overtook her, and she indulged herself. Greedy for him, her tongue laved his shaft and then twirled around its head, lapping away another liquid bead.

  God, he tasted good. Salty and masculine.

  Low moans filled her ears, urging her on. He wove his fingers through her hair.

  She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and took a second to look at his face.

  His head was thrown back, his eyes narrowed slits. Even in the dark, she could see the desire in his expression. She smiled, opened her lips, and closed them around him. A muffled groan sounded above her.

  “Christ…Morgan.”

  Forming a tight, wet cavern with her mouth, she sucked him, loving his taste and his feel. Loving the shudders that racked his body every few seconds. Her head moved to a rhythmic beat, her hand trailing in its path. As his cock grew in her mouth, she moved faster, sucked a little harder.

  Daniel’s breath came in sharp bursts. “Amy…”

  She cupped his balls with her free hand. His body tightened and froze. With a throaty groan, he came, shooting come into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed every drop, lingering over her feast until his orgasm subsided.

  “Amy.” His voice was low and gruff, barely audible. He pulled her to her feet and held her close. “Babe…that was incred
ible.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. For a long while, that was all she was aware of. The sound of his breathing, uneven and ragged, and the feel of his arms wrapped around her.

  A burst of laughter rang out from someplace miles away.

  It took a minute or so before the sound penetrated the fog surrounding her brain. And when it finally did, reality hit her square between the eyes, the effect much like a glass of ice water.

  She yanked free from Daniel’s arms and stared at him, dazed.

  He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her back into his embrace. “Amy?”

  They were standing outside the gallery, for Pete’s sake. A few feet away from a room full of people and an army of reporters—all of whom had come to see Daniel and his pictures. What if somebody had walked outside?

  “Morgan, what’s the matter?” He still breathed hard.

  “Oh my God, Daniel.” For endless seconds, she was incapable of saying anything else. “What did we do?”

  “We did good, Morgan.” Daniel’s voice was husky. “Let’s go do it again. Somewhere a bit more private.”

  “Are you kidding?” Amy struggled to still her pounding heart. “We can’t do that again. Ever. Friends don’t do those sorts of things. And they especially don’t do it meters away from a very public function.” She’d experienced the most incredible orgasm at the hands of her best friend at his exhibition. And in return she’d given him a blowjob right outside the gallery.

  How the hell had she allowed herself to lose control like that?

  “I’m not kidding.” Desire burned in his voice. “I want to do it again. Let’s go.”

  “Go where?”

  “My place, your place, I don’t care. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Are you crazy? We’re not going anywhere.”

  “Then I’m going to kiss you again, right here. We couldn’t stop at a kiss before. There’s no reason this time should be any different.” He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.

  She felt an answering jolt of heat. “Daniel, stop. We can’t do this here.”

  “You’re not giving me much choice.” He rubbed against her, hard, and she nearly cried out at the sweet agony of it.

  “No. I meant we can’t do this at all. This is wrong.”

  “There was nothing wrong a few minutes ago, when your body shook with pleasure. Or when you wrapped your lips around my cock and gave me the sweetest head imaginable.” The raw sensuality in his voice slipped straight into her belly and bounced around, causing sharp stabs of longing.

  He was right. There was nothing wrong a few minutes ago. But now, in the stark reality of the moment, everything was wrong.

  Panic set in as he dipped his head to kiss her again. She couldn’t do this with Daniel. Wouldn’t.

  “No.” This time she was more forceful. “I don’t want this.”

  His reaction was immediate. He dropped his arms and stepped away from her, his posture tense and face unreadable.

  Her body cried out in protest.

  “Danny, please don’t be angry.” She had to salvage the situation, make everything okay between them. “We can’t go there. Not you and me. We can’t take our friendship to that place. We’d be walking through a minefield.”

  The responsible and cautious part of her mind was back, along with rational thought. Her logic was correct. Further physical intimacy with Daniel was out of the question. It would ruin their friendship. It might have done so already. “I’m terrified of losing you. Please,” she begged him. “Please don’t be angry.”

  “Anger would hardly describe how I’m feeling.”

  Amy inhaled deeply, knowing exactly how he felt. Sated, sexy, and stunned—exactly how she felt. She reached out to touch and comfort him but thought better of it. Touching him would only ignite a fresh spark between them. Instead, she ran her hand through her hair.

  “Look, let’s forget this happened. Let’s go back inside and—”

  “You want to forget about this? Forget that five minutes ago you were writhing in my arms, climaxing on my hand? Forget that you gave me a blowjob? That’s a joke.” There was no trace of humor in his voice, just barely controlled fury.

  A fresh wave of horror washed over Amy. They were right outside the gallery, and she’d given him a blowjob.

  Daniel zipped his pants and tucked his shirt back in. It lay disheveled and uneven against his waist. Even in this light, he looked untidy and out of sorts. She could only guess how she looked. Her hair must be a mess; her lips felt swollen. Her body still quivered in the aftermath of her pleasure. Heat burned in her cheeks, and she knew they must be filled with color.

  She reached over and straightened Daniel’s shirt, tucking in a loose corner.

  “Christ, Morgan,” he rasped. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  Amy jumped back. “I…I’m sorry. I’m not thinking straight.”

  “Neither of us is.” His tone was gentler now. “Come on. Let’s go back inside. It’s not doing either of us any good being out here alone. We can continue this…conversation another time.”

  He picked up his jacket and put it on. Touching her elbow, he led her slowly to the door. As he pulled the door open, warm air and soft music hit her square in the face, and the full force of her panic assailed her again. Her lungs flailed and the breath caught in her throat. A single wall was all that had separated them from dozens of people. She’d lost control, given herself completely to the moment and to the passion—and anybody could have seen.

  How would she ever get past this indiscretion? Could she ever look Daniel in the eye again without thinking about tonight? Of the incredible, illicit passion they’d shared?

  Even as the last tingles of fading bliss shivered through her abdomen, Amy seriously doubted it.

  Chapter Six

  Amy sat at her desk and stared blindly out the window. Thank God, the day was almost over and she’d seen all her patients. Her mind was plagued with matters that had nothing to do with work—blond-haired, blue-eyed matters with skilled hands and intoxicating kisses.

  A yawn escaped as she rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t slept a wink. All she’d done last night was toss and turn and relive her outrageous orgasm at the exhibition. And Daniel’s.

  She’d had plenty of time to think and rationalize what they’d done.

  There was only one conclusion that made sense. Sex. It was all just sex. She hadn’t been with a man in over five months, and she was only human. She had needs. Daniel’s touch simply reminded her of those needs. It was the touch of a man and not the man himself that had driven her wild.

  But why’d he have to go and touch her in the first place? How had things managed to get so out of hand so fast? One minute she and Daniel were celebrating his success, and the next she was on her knees, going down on him. What the hell had happened? How had she lost control like that?

  Damn it, why hadn’t she said no?

  Distracted, she tapped her pen against her diary, alternately appalled by her wanton behavior and perplexed by her response to Daniel. Every time she thought about him touching her, making love to her—which was about every other minute—her belly flopped over and moisture seeped between her legs.

  Amy was a mess. She dropped her face in her hands and let out a low moan.

  “Sounds bad,” Maggie said.

  “It’s worse than bad,” Amy told her.

  Maggie closed the door behind her and pulled up a chair. “You want to talk about it?”

  Amy shook her head. “Can’t. I’m too mortified.”

  “Nothing could be that bad.”

  Amy looked at Maggie, knowing her eyes reflected her despair. “I did something stupid.”

  “What was it?”

  “I kissed Daniel and…well, let’s say things got a little carried away.”

  Maggie stared at her, perplexed. “And that’s stupid because…?”

  Amy sighed. “You know how he is with women. He goes through them the
way you go through chocolate. Hunts them down, unwraps them, gobbles them down, and then discards the paper.”

  Maggie nodded. “You’re afraid Daniel will do that to you. Enjoy your sweet bits then toss you aside like an empty wrapper.”

  “Exactly. He’d find someone else before he was even finished with me. Then there goes our friendship down the toilet.”

  “Wait. You’re scared he’d cheat on you?”

  “Of course he would. He’s a man, isn’t he?”

  Maggie narrowed her eyes in speculation. “What are you worried about? That your friendship with Daniel may be jeopardized? Or that he might be unfaithful to you?”

  “Both,” she answered without thinking. “First he’d cheat, and then our friendship would be destroyed.”

  “Are you sure we’re talking about Daniel? You’re not confusing him with Simon?”

  Dumbstruck, Amy stared at her.

  Maggie touched her hand. “Sure, Daniel has trouble with commitment, but he’s never cheated on a woman. Don’t mistake him for Simon. He doesn’t deserve that.”

  Amy sagged against the back of her chair. Of course that wasn’t Daniel’s style. Her friend would never cheat. “God, I’m pathetic. You’d think I’d be over Simon by now.” How could he still have a hold over her after the shit he’d pulled?

  “I do think you’re over him. I don’t think you’re over the hurt. He wounded you so deeply the scars are still visible. But don’t let his infidelity destroy your future. Don’t turn every man into Simon. That’s not fair to you. And projecting your anger onto Daniel isn’t fair to him.”

  It was easy for Maggie to say. She was happily married. Her parents were still together. She’d never had to deal with betrayal and cheating bastards. Maggie had never given her heart to a man and had it handed back to her slashed in strips.

  Simon’s affair confounded Amy. For two years, they’d been as close and as in love as two people could be. Amy had moved in with him after twelve months. They’d even looked into buying an apartment together.