Desire (The Seductors Series)

by B. L. Wilde

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillows.

  “Mm…Jade, I can feel your dampness through your panties,” he purred, running his hands across my covered sex.

  “I thought I needed to meet your housekeeper,” I said breathlessly, feeling his hands slip inside my panties.

  “We will. I just need to make sure I’m right first,” he explained as his fingers moved into my slick folds. My hands began to scratch at the headboard behind me when he inserted two digits, rubbing the inner walls of my sex. “Mm…yes, I am. Christ, Jade, you’re dripping.” I really was, too. As he continued to stroke me softly, I felt more wetness gush down.

  I’d always had a very high sex drive—it was the main reason I was so good at my job—but Oliver had released a whole new level of desire from within me.

  “Okay,” he suddenly replied, removing his fingers just as I was starting to enjoy myself.

  “Are you serious?” I snarled, lifting my head up in annoyance. Damn it! I was breaking character again.

  “You’ll get more of that later, I promise. It’s not helping my…problem,” he mused, licking his fingers. Ugh, did he have to keep doing that? I smiled, looking down at the even bigger bulge in his pants.

  “Well, I need to use the bathroom now—no thanks to you,” I scolded, scooting off the bed. “I suggest you use that time to control your problem.” To tease him even more, I gently cupped his erect member before darting into the bathroom. A low growl seemed to erupt from his chest as I shut the door.

  Chapter Ten

  Oliver was waiting for me when I came out of his bathroom—his problem barely noticeable anymore.

  “Better?” he asked with a smirk.

  “Just try and keep your hands to yourself while you introduce me to Mrs. Davis,” I warned, raising my eyebrow at him as we made our way down the grand staircase.

  “I’ll try my best,” he snorted from right behind me.

  I could hear who I assumed was Mrs. Davis humming to herself in the large kitchen before I actually saw her. She was a mature lady with short grey hair and a warm, caring smile.

  “You must be Jade.” Taking me by surprise, she pulled me into a tight hug. “Oliver hasn’t stopped talking about you since he met you in London.”

  “Don’t give Jade a complex, Mrs. Davis,” he chuckled, pulling me against his side. “I haven’t been that bad.”

  “You’ve been bad enough,” she teased, moving to turn the stove off.

  “It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Davis,” I smiled shyly. “Dinner smells amazing.” It really did.

  “It’s only homemade pizza with a side salad, but it’s one of Oliver’s favorite meals.”

  “And I imagine he washes it down with a bottle of beer,” I guessed, looking over at Oliver who was gazing up at the ceiling.

  “Yes, he does,” she laughed. “It seems you know him extremely well already.”

  “It seems I do,” I replied. Oliver was watching me intently when my eyes met his. Did he like the fact I knew him so well already? None of this should matter, Jade. Focus!

  “Why don’t you two take a seat in the dining area? You can grab two beers on your way,” Mrs. Davis suggested. “I’ll tidy up in the morning to give you some space tonight.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Davis,” Oliver replied, taking two beers from his fridge before leading me to the table in the dining room.

  “You could get a whole football team around this table,” I muttered as he pulled a chair out for me. “You are taking the seat next to me, right? I’m not sure I’d be able to see you if you chose the seat at the end.”

  “Are you mocking my table?”

  “No,” I grinned, watching as he took the seat next to me.

  “This table once belonged to King George II.”

  “The King of England?” I gasped, quickly pulling my elbows off the surface in front of me. It didn’t feel right even leaning on a table that had once belonged to English royalty.

  “Jade,” Oliver chuckled, stroking my leg softly. “I don’t think George II would mind if you put your elbows on the table. He’s been dead since 1760.”

  “Funny, smart ass,” I glared. “I was more concerned about how much this table costs. I’d hate to scratch it somehow.”

  “I scratched it several times as a child. Don’t worry about it,” he grinned, lost in a memory from his past. “You see those scratches there?” My eyes fell to where he was pointing. “I tried to write my name and my father went crazy.” I found that so funny and was still laughing with Oliver when Mrs. Davis came up behind us with dinner.

  “Enjoy, my dears.” She smiled kindly while placing the amazing food down on the table. “I’ll see the two of you in the morning.” After we both thanked her, she left without another word. I did, however, notice she didn’t go through the door that had been locked earlier. That meant it must be Oliver’s office. The main hard drive could only be a matter of yards from me, so why wasn’t I more excited about that?

  “This is amazing,” I mumbled around my second mouthful of food.

  “Mrs. Davis is a wonderful housekeeper,” Oliver replied, sipping his beer. I was drawn to his lips, realizing that we were finally alone.

  “How long has she worked for you?”

  “All my life. She’s been the mother I never had.” Wow, I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Oliver didn’t have a mother—I knew from his file that she’d died when he was very young. Reading that information back when I’d first gotten it hadn’t bothered me, but now, looking into his sorrowful, deep brown eyes, it was different.

  “You didn’t know your mother?” I whispered, leaning over to take his hand in mine. He shook his head but didn’t say a word. “I’m so sorry, Oliver.”

  “It’s fine, Jade. I had my father and he was amazing. He gave me everything I ever needed and spoke about her every day. I feel as if I did know her.” That was the saddest part of Oliver Kirkham’s story. Not only had he lost his mother as a baby, but now his father—who’d raised him pretty much his whole life—had begun to show symptoms of Alzheimer’s at an early age. Oliver had to take over his father’s company even though he was only twenty-two at the time. Luckily, he didn’t have to do it alone. He had the help of his uncle, Richard Kirkham, who served as his mentor. It seemed as if his father was currently being cared for in a nursing home in Macon, near Oliver’s family residence.

  “Your father sounds like an amazing man.” I smiled timidly, reaching for my beer. I didn’t want to push the matter, but I wanted him to feel like he could open up to me if he wanted to.

  “He is.” I could tell by the tone in his voice that Oliver wasn’t going to say anything else, and I understood why. I’d only known him for a month or so. This was a hard topic for him because it would make him very vulnerable, and that wasn’t something I was sure he would ever want me to see.

  I helped him take the plates into the kitchen when we were done, watching as he filled his dishwasher and turned it on.

  “I’m impressed,” I giggled while he dried his hands. “You’re more domesticated than I thought you’d be.”

  “I don’t like to let the money define me. I make sure I can still do the simple, everyday things like loading the dishwasher. Having money can rot your mind if you don’t keep yourself grounded.”

  “Those seem like wise words,” I commented as he crossed the room, pulling me toward him.

  “They came from a very wise man,” he murmured, leaning down and capturing my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. “Come on, I want you in my bed—now.”

  “You don’t like to waste any time, do you?” Oliver had a playful glint in his eyes, and before I could even blink, he had grabbed me and thrown me over his shoulder. I screamed, smacking his ass and demanding that he put me down, but he ignored me.

  He threw me onto his bed, caveman style, and when I saw the look in his eyes I was instantly turned on.

  “Mm…alone at last,” he purred, unbuttoning
his shirt.

  “You’re stripping before me for once?” I teased.

  “Yes. It means I can concentrate on you for the rest of the night,” he winked, moving to unbutton his pants. In the dim light of his bedroom, Oliver’s body looked even more defined than usual as the shadows caressed his skin. “Christ, I’ve dreamed of you lying in my bed ever since London. I can’t believe you’re finally here.” He crawled up toward me when the only thing he still had on were his black boxers.

  “I love your bed. I could quite easily stay here the entire week and not move.”

  “That could be arranged,” he muttered, his hands running up under my skirt. “Mm…I’m trying to decide whether to strip you naked and fuck you, or fuck you now, then strip you naked and fuck you again.”

  “Ugh…both sound pretty damn good,” I groaned, the heat flooding through me as his hand cupped my sex.

  “I think I need to get you naked. I want every inch of your skin exposed to me.” He certainly had a way with words, and it was causing a waterfall between my legs. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jade?” I could hardly speak as Oliver undid my skirt and then lifted my hips so he could pull it down my body. “You want me to worship you all night, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I fisted the bedspread behind me as he slipped his hand inside my panties.

  “I can feel how much you want me.” Oh, I really do! I pouted when he removed his fingers. He made light work of the buttons on my shirt before pulling me up and capturing my lips with his as he slipped it down my body and unhooked my bra. “Mm…now that’s a sight,” he smoldered, looking down at me as I lay before him in just my black lace panties. “I’m not sure where to start.”

  “Anywhere…start anywhere,” I yearned, feeling his hands slowly travel up my calves. His fingertips caressed my knees and thighs before he grabbed my legs, spreading them and pulling my panties away.

  “Mm…that’s what I want,” he mused, leaning down toward my sex. The moment his lips met with my slick folds, my hands entwined in his hair and my legs locked his head in place. His tongue massaged every inch of my center, and it was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. When his fingers began to move in and out of me, I lost it, groaning out a long string of nonsensical words.

  “I hope you’re ready for a long night, Jade,” Oliver grinned, moving up my body a few minutes later. When our lips met, I moaned into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. “You can taste yourself and you like it, don’t you?” I answered by kissing him deeper, twirling my tongue frantically against his. My response only fuelled his desire, and within seconds, I felt him slip deep inside me. Oh, now the fucking would begin.

  Oliver pulled my legs up over his shoulders and I cried out as he filled me completely.

  “Shit! This feels amazing,” he grunted, pausing for a second to try to compose himself. “Are you ready, Beautiful?”

  “I’m always ready for you,” I grinned, and with that, Oliver began to move erratically in and out of me. Never once did his eyes leave mine. It was as if he wanted to see every single emotion he was making me feel as it reflected in my eyes.

  Completely lost in the pleasure, my eyelids drooped when I started to climax.

  “Don’t…lose eye contact with me,” he demanded. “I want to see you feel it all.” As my orgasm built, I could feel him begin to twitch inside me. Oh, my! We were about to climax together. Watching Oliver come undone above me while my orgasm rippled through my body was perhaps one of the most erotic things I’d ever felt. In all my years of being a Seductor, I never thought it could feel like this.

  “Wow,” I muttered when he collapsed on top of me, resting his head against my chest. “It keeps getting better.”

  “That’s because we’re learning from each other,” he whispered, running his nose against my left nipple.

  “You seem rather clued in on all this sex stuff,” I mused, looking down at him.

  “I may be well experienced, but I’ve never had this level of passion with anyone, Jade. I’ve told you this before.”

  “So, have you had a lot of um…lovers?”

  He looked up at me from his place on my chest. “Why do you ask?”

  “You’re a very handsome man, Oliver. And let’s not forget the fact that you’re rich. I’m not stupid. I know what a catch you are.”

  “But you’re not after my money,” he cooed, moving to suckle on my right breast. No, I was after something far worse.

  “Are you deliberately trying to avoid my question?” I asked, running my hands through his hair while fighting to control my moans of pleasure.

  “What question?” he teased, burying his face back into my chest. He wasn’t getting away with it that easily, though.

  “You can tell I haven’t had many partners,” I lied innocently. I knew for a fact my number would probably be double his. “It doesn’t have to be exact—just a rough number.”

  “Why does it matter? My previous partners were nothing compared to you.” Damn, he really was trying to avoid the question.

  “It’s a lot then,” I sighed. I moved to sit up but Oliver held me down.

  “It’s not as many as you think,” he stressed. “I don’t sleep around, Jade. I can’t afford to in my line of work.”

  “What does that even mean? I think you’re just making excuses!” I snapped, finally pulling out of his grip.

  “It’s not even fifty, okay?” he called back from where I left him on the bed. Wow, I thought it might have been at least a hundred.

  “That’s still a lot to me,” I muttered, taking his shirt and slipping into it.

  “Aren’t you coming back to bed?” Oliver frowned when I began doing up the buttons.

  “I need a cup of coffee first,” I smiled timidly. “Do you want one?”

  “Coffee in between sex—I think you’re stalling,” he mused, resting his arms behind his head. His aroused, naked form made me lick my lips. Christ, he was stunning…every inch of him, from his well-defined six-pack to the nicely formed V shape where his lower abs met his hip flexors. Yeah, I knew the human body pretty well; one of my many masks as a Seductor was a fitness instructor. Oliver had to work out, but when? I’d never seen him do any exercise. “I don’t think you want coffee right now, Jade,” he cooed, breaking me from…well, eye fucking his naked body.

  “What do you think I want instead?” I squirmed, looking down the stairs. When I turned back, he was gripping his full erection, gazing hungrily at me.

  “I think you want this, Beautiful,” he rasped, stroking himself up and down. Fuck, he looked so sexy doing that, and he was right—I did want it. “Why don’t you come back to bed and take it?” How could I resist that offer?

  I crawled up the bed with a sly smirk, still wearing his shirt. Having hardly buttoned any of the buttons, I knew he would be able to see parts of my breasts from our current angle.

  When my hand gently stroked his erection, Oliver threw his head back and groaned. I wanted to suck him until he exploded in my mouth, but shy Jade would have difficulty with that. It didn’t mean that I couldn’t taste him and twirl my tongue around a few times before I rode his hard length, though. Just the thought of that had me clenching my legs together.

  “Whoa, Jade,” Oliver gasped when I licked the tip of his length. “You don’t…fuck…you don’t have to do that.”

  “I just want a taste,” I pouted, looking up at him through my long lashes while I licked down the base of his throbbing member. It worked; not only did Oliver grow harder, but he also moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow. Mm…someone can’t watch me because he’s afraid of cumming in my mouth right away. If only I could show him how wild I could be. I knew several ways of making him cum almost instantly.

  As much as it pained me to do so, I pushed those ideas to the back of my mind. This was shy Jade, after all. She would blush at some of the things I could do. I used my one hand to stroke Oliver’s length up and down while I ran my tongue over every inc
h of him. His salty essence had me humming around him in satisfaction.

  “Fuck, Jade! Baby…you feel so good.” Baby? Wow! I was driving him crazy.

  “I’m not sure I can, you know—make you cum like this,” I muttered, removing my mouth from him.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He smiled sincerely as he opened his arms for me, and when he did, I moved so I was straddling his hips. “Mm…this won’t do,” he mused, undoing my top. “That’s better.” I giggled down at him as his hands cupped my breasts. “Are you going to lead this one?” I nodded, chewing on my lip as Oliver helped guide me down onto his length. I took him in slowly, squeezing against the intrusion. “Shit…yeah…that’s it,” he grunted as I began to rock against him. I took it slowly, knowing I couldn’t blame the alcohol this time if I went all ‘hell cat’ on him. It was a slower build, but with all the soft kisses and caresses he gave me while I led us to our climaxes, I was glad I took my time. When we did finally orgasm, it was almost as one.

  We fell asleep after that, wrapped up in each other’s arms. One thing I did know—sex had never felt like that before. Something deep inside me was telling me that it wasn’t just sex anymore, and that thought both terrified and thrilled me.

  I awoke the next morning to find the bed beside me empty. Oliver was clearly an early riser. Mm…early riser. Get your mind out of the gutter, Jade! I’d only just woken up; how could I be thinking about sex already?

  After pulling on my sweats and a T-shirt, I brushed my hair and wrapped it up into a bun, then headed downstairs to find him.

  Mrs. Davis was humming to the radio in the kitchen when I got there. Oh. My. God! Was that pancakes I smelled?

  “Good morning, Mrs. Davis,” I greeted, making her jump. She spun around to face me while clutching her chest. “Oh, I’m sorry if I startled you,” I apologized shamefully.

  “Sorry, my dear. It isn’t your fault, I’m just not used to having company this early in the morning. Oliver is always at the gym until seven.” That explained a lot.