Seduce Me

by Kelly Elliott

  After he parked, he got out and opened my door. “We’re here, Mr. Middleton.”

  I stepped out of the car and smirked. “I see that. What are we doing here?”

  He frowned, then simply pointed for me to head up the stairs of the old grand house. It was now a museum of sorts.

  Stepping into the house, I stopped in the foyer and looked around.

  “Hello? Charlie?”

  I glanced up to see Charlie standing at the top of the staircase. She was dressed in a beautiful light blue dress that made her eyes pop.

  “Did you know they say this house is haunted by a woman named Anna?” she asked as she descended the stairs.

  The corner of my mouth rose in a slight smile. “Really? I never pegged you as a believer in the paranormal.”

  She smiled and my legs felt like jelly.

  “I’ve been known to surprise you a time or two.”

  I chuckled. “That’s true.”

  The way she gracefully moved down the staircase had me holding my breath. My heart pounded in my chest so hard I heard it in my ears.

  Stopping at the last step, she looked me over, her eyes dancing with lust.

  Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she softly said, “You look handsome.”

  “And you look beautiful, as always.”

  Her cheeks flushed pink.

  Damn, I wanted to tell her how much I missed her. Longed to have her in my arms, be buried inside of her.

  “Want to tell me why you had me get dressed up and had me brought here?”

  A sexy smirk moved across her face.

  “To the point. I like it.”

  She stepped off the last step and walked past me down the hall. Glancing over her shoulder, she motioned with her index finger for me to follow her.

  As I walked behind her, I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass. My dick jumped in my pants, and I tried to think of something other than squeezing it and hearing her call out my name when she came.

  Charlie walked into a room and stopped in front of the white fireplace. Above it hung a picture of an older woman dressed in a beautiful ball gown.

  “When I was a little girl, my pappy and grammy brought me to this house. I fell in love with everything about it, especially this room. Something about the pink walls in here and fancy decorations. I remember telling my grammy that something amazing was going to happen to me in this room, but I really never knew what. My mother always told me I’d get married in this house.”

  I swallowed hard as I kept my eyes on Charlie while she walked around the room.

  “I’ve been to a number of weddings here over the years and every time, I remember that day, but I never thought the idea of a wedding here would come true.”

  “Charlie …” I started to speak, but she faced me and held up her hand.

  “Please, let me talk first.”

  My mouth snapped shut and I nodded.

  She took in a deep breath and moved to the window. “I never thought it would come true for two reasons. One was my father pounded it into my head that I needed to focus everything on CMI Consulting, and that meant there was no time for a man in my life. But then I met a man who changed everything.”

  Her hand lifted and she ran her finger over something on the window.

  “When I walked away from him, I knew I would never get married because he was the only man I’d ever loved and would ever want to marry.”

  My eyes widened and I tried to speak. Tried to move. All I could do was stand there and watch her trace the same pattern as she spoke.

  Charlie turned to face me.

  “These last couple of weeks I’ve been going over the time we spent together. Each moment I’ve replayed a hundred times in my head.”

  She looked down and took in a deep breath, and then her eyes lifted to meet mine.

  “I love you, Tucker. I’ve always loved you and only you. And I’m sorry I lied to you.”

  Taking a step forward, she held up her hand.

  “That weekend, I was going to tell you the truth. I swear to you, I was.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Charlie. I fucked up too. I hid the truth from you as well because I was so damn afraid you’d leave and find someone else to marry you.”

  She shook her head. “The only person I want to marry is you. There’s no life after you, Tucker. You are my life.”

  My heart slammed in my chest. “I’ll marry you right now, right here, if you want.”

  Smiling, she finally made her way over to me, stopping just short of me.

  It didn’t take me long to reach out and pull her to me. Slipping my hand into her pinned-up hair, I pulled her mouth to mine. The kiss was slow at first, until she opened her mouth to me. Then I lost all self-control. My hand dug into her hip, pulling her against me. Charlie groaned in delight when my hard length pressed into her.

  After kissing for what felt like forever, we pulled apart.

  “Would you really marry me right now?” she whispered, our foreheads pressed together and our breathing labored as though we’d just run a marathon.

  “Yes. I love you so much, Charleston. I’ve been a shell the last few weeks. Losing my father and then you.”

  She pressed her lips to mine while wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “I love you too,” she spoke against my lips.

  “Is that why you had me get dressed up? Are we getting married?” What came out of her mouth next nearly knocked me off my feet.

  WHEN TUCKER TOLD me he’d marry right here and now, I almost started to cry. I didn’t deserve this man, but I was a greedy bitch, and I wanted him.

  Forever.

  “Is that why you had me get dressed up? Are we getting married?”

  I smiled. I wanted Tucker to know I wanted to marry him, but not because it was to save my position at CMI. It was because I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

  “No. I have no intentions of marrying you today.”

  His mouth dropped open, and he took a step back, visibly upset by my words.

  “I want to marry you but on our terms. When we’re ready.”

  He looked so confused. It was adorable.

  “Wait, I’m confused. Why are we here and dressed up if we’re not getting married? I thought you had to—”

  I kissed him again, and he moaned into my mouth as he pulled my body closer to his. It didn’t take much for either of us to get lost in one another.

  “Charlie, you’re making me crazy, both physically and mentally,” he whispered against my lips.

  His hands slid up and down my body, driving me mad with desire. I needed to stay strong or I’d be dragging him off into a closet and having my way with him.

  Note to self: Tucker’s kisses make it impossible to think straight.

  When we finally needed air, I took a step back. My chest rising and falling with each breath.

  “I asked you here because I wanted to do something, and I wanted to do it in this room.”

  His brow raised and his eyes burned with something naughty. “I’m all up for whatever you have planned.”

  My tongue darted out and ran over my lower lip, pulling a groan from Tucker’s mouth.

  Taking his hand in mine, I brought him over to the sofa and we sat. I closed my eyes and blew out a deep breath.

  “Charlie? You’re starting to worry me. What is it?”

  I opened my eyes and faced him.

  “Tucker, I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. The first time you took my hand in yours, as innocent as it was, I knew it was more than friendship.”

  “I feel the same way, baby,” Tucker whispered, his hand coming up to the side of my face, causing me to lean into it.

  “The marriage clause my grandfather tried to set into action is bogus. My father had it removed, but let’s just say I had to fire a few people who deceived not only my father and myself, but the board as well.”

  “What? You mean, you don’t have to ma
rry anyone to stay CEO?”

  I shook my head. “No. It would never hold up in court anyway and the piece of shit lawyer tried telling me and the board it would take months, maybe even over a year, to contest it.”

  Tucker let out a visible breath and shook his head in disbelief.

  “So, you don’t have to get married?”

  With a huge smile on my face, I got ready to jump off the cliff and straight into the future I wanted and deserved. I just wasn’t sure that Tucker would join me in the free fall.

  “No, I don’t have to get married, but I want to get married.”

  His brows pulled in tight.

  “Tucker Middleton, will you do me the honor of marrying me and letting me become your wife? Maybe let me walk around a big country kitchen barefoot and pregnant—once or twice?”

  I had to bite back the laugh I wanted to let out. The shocked look on Tucker’s face was priceless. He sat there in stunned silence before I lifted my brows and spoke.

  “Um, your silence is sort of sending me the wrong answer, so …”

  Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Tucker smiled the most beautiful, brilliant smile I’d ever seen.

  “God, yes, Charleston. Yes, I’ll marry you and knock you up as soon as you’re ready.”

  Laughing, I jumped into his arms, our mouths pressed together. The second I opened my mouth to him, our tongues danced in a sweet rhythm. Tucker pulled me closer to his body, and the feel of his hard length pressed into my stomach made me groan in need.

  “Your place or mine?” he asked as he broke the kiss only long enough to speak.

  My hand pushed through his hair, giving it a tug back so I could answer him.

  “Mine. It’s closer.”

  Fifteen minutes later, we were at my penthouse. The door shut and my hands were all over Tucker, desperately trying to get him out of his clothes.

  “Shit! Why did I have you wear this suit? Too many layers.”

  Tucker’s hands were on my back, unzipping my dress. When it fell off my shoulders, his mouth was on my neck, then down my neck to my breasts. My heart raced like never before as he cupped one and then kissed along the cleavage of the other. His finger glided over my sensitive nipple. Even through the thin lace of my bra, I felt the heat from his hands and fingers.

  “Tucker!” I gasped, while fumbling with this stupid zipper on his pants. “I need you inside of me. Now.”

  “I want to kiss your body, baby. Every inch of it.”

  The dress fell to the floor, leaving me in only my white lace bra, matching panties and white heels.

  Tucker’s lust-filled eyes moved over my body as though he was seeing it for the first time. “Jesus, you take my breath away every damn time I see you. Sit on the sofa.”

  I inhaled a sharp breath at his command and quickly followed it. By the time Tucker was next to me, he had stripped out of his clothes and stood before me naked. My insides shook with the anticipation. Him touching me, kissing my body like he promised. Giving me the attention I had missed so desperately this past month.

  My body jumped when his fingers ran lightly over the edge of my bra. “You’re so beautiful, Charlie.”

  Opening my mouth, I tried to speak but nothing came out. The only thing I could focus on was Tucker’s large hand wrapped around his impressive shaft. My eyes slowly watched him move over it, the small bead of pre-cum beginning to make its way out.

  I dropped to my knees from the edge of the sofa, taking him in my mouth. The hissing sound that escaped from his lips made me smile and propelled me to work faster. I took him deeper while he laced his fingers in my hair, guiding me to the perfect rhythm.

  “God, Charlie. I need … need you … to stop.”

  With one last suck, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and peered up at him. Reaching down, Tucker lifted me and covered my mouth with his. My bra was quickly discarded, and when I felt his hands touch my hips and slowly move to my panties, I broke the kiss and stripped them off.

  “Sit.”

  Tucker’s voice was full of desire.

  I dropped back onto the sofa and waited for him to bring me to a place only he could.

  His hands gently pushed my legs apart, and it didn’t take long before I was squirming and pushing my hips into his face.

  “Yes. Yes. Tucker, yes!”

  Stars exploded behind my eyes as I gripped his hair within my hands. I wasn’t even sure what all I said; all I knew was that I had never had such an intense orgasm. When I thought it was over, his mouth was on me again. His fingers worked inside me in the most delicious way.

  “I can’t. No more, Tucker!”

  The pleas coming from my mouth fell on deaf ears because I was soon falling again. This time my body shook, and I nearly screamed for Tucker to stop. My mind and body were all over the place because at the same time, I never wanted it to end.

  I was in a state of euphoria. Nothing in the world mattered except for this man and this moment.

  “I’m not making love to you on the sofa with that damn cat staring at me again, woman.”

  Tucker’s words brought me back to Earth. I glanced over to see Mr. Pootie sitting on the arm of the sofa. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Scooping me up, Tucker nearly ran to the bedroom.

  We had so much to talk about still. I needed him to know what my plans were for the future. I needed to know his plans. How soon would he want to get married? When did he want kids? Where were we going to live?

  Gently, he laid me on the bed and crawled over me. His mouth kissed me on the lips. “You’re thinking too hard, Charlie.”

  “We have so much to talk about.”

  His gray eyes seemed to sparkle as he gazed into my blue. “We’ll talk … after I make love to you. Then fuck you in the shower, then make love to you again before I take you out to get something to eat.”

  A smile moved over my face. “Let’s order in.”

  Guiding him into me, I arched my back as he slowly pushed in. The feel of our two bodies connecting made my chest flutter.

  “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

  “I love you too, Charleston.”

  My mouth turned up as he continued to kiss me. I loved how he called me by my full name when he made love to me. There were so many ways in which I loved this man, and I wanted to show him all the ways starting right now.

  “Say it again,” I demanded.

  He lifted his head so we could look into each other’s eyes. Slowly moving out and then ever so slowly pushing back in, he spoke.

  “I love you, Charleston. You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.”

  “Always,” I choked out as a tear trailed down my cheek. Tucker quickly kissed it away as he slowly made love to me.

  He did exactly as he promised. He made love to me, fucked me in the shower, then made love to me again on the sofa before calling in an order of Chinese takeout. Mr. Pootie sat in between us on the sofa as I ate my General Tso’s chicken and crab rangoon. Tucker ate sesame chicken, and I was pretty sure Mr. Pootie was working hard on getting some of Tucker’s food.

  “Your cat is giving me a weird look.”

  “No he’s not,” I stated, attempting not to laugh because Mr. Pootie was indeed giving Tucker a weird look. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn he was about to jump onto Tucker and fight him for the container of food.

  “Okay, can you make him go away? It’s bad enough his weird haircut is creepy, but that look in his eyes is really freaking me the fuck out.”

  This time I did laugh.

  “He’s sweet. Don’t be mean to my baby boy.”

  “What are we going to do with him when we have kids?”

  The question came from him like second nature. He shoved food into his mouth and turned to me, waiting for my answer.

  My insides warmed, and my heart raced with happiness.

  “We should probably talk,” I said, setting my container down and turning on the sofa. I sat with my l
egs crossed and Tucker did the same thing, except he kept his food clutched in his hands and away from Mr. Pootie’s paws.

  “Okay, let’s talk,” Tucker said with a smile.

  “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I asked.

  He looked up in thought for a moment and then pierced his eyes on mine. “With you, in a house, probably outside of the city because I’m pretty sure we both hate living in the city. Maybe a baby, but for sure a dog.”

  My brow lifted. “A dog?”

  The most brilliant smile lit up his face. “Seriously, Charlie? The dog is all you got out of that?”

  Now it was my turn to give him a smile. “Yes, because I see all that too.”

  Tucker looked surprised. “Really?”

  “My dream is to build a house, maybe on the land in Marble Falls, raise a family, and be a wife and a mother.”

  It took Tucker a good thirty seconds before he moved to put his Chinese takeout on the coffee table and focus back on me.

  “Wait. Charlie, you’re the CEO of your family’s company. I mean, I have no doubt you wouldn’t be able to handle that job and be a mother, but living so far from CMI, could you do that?”

  I nodded. “Yes, especially when I’m no longer CEO.”

  His face dropped. “So, wait. I’m confused. I thought you said you were CEO.”

  “I am,” I stated. “But it was never my dream. It was my father’s, and I’ve spent the last ten-plus years doing everything for my father. I could walk away from CMI Consulting as a very rich woman. It’s not about the money, and I do care very much about my father’s business. That’s why I’m giving myself at least a year to be CEO, take the company in the direction I want it to go, get people on my team who see the same future I see, and then step down and let them run it. I’ll still retain a majority of the stock, so I very much have a say. It wouldn’t be like I’m turning my back on it. I’ll still be involved, just not in the day-to-day things.”

  Pushing his fingers through his hair, Tucker let out a disbelieving chuckle.

  “What will you do if you’re not working for CMI?”

  “Be your wife. Follow my own dreams. I’ve always wanted to buy old houses and flip them. You bought your house and remodeled it. I was sort of thinking that might be something we could do for fun. You and me.”