by Erika Rose
“Well since you taught me how to play golf, it would only be fair.” Fawn said as she moved over to the sitting area.
Seth came and sat down next to her taking the bottle from her as she was about to sip. He was so close, Fawn was sure he was going to kiss her.
“Mind if I have a drink?” Seth asked as he took a long drink of water. The fact that the bottle had been against her lips a moment ago, made it seem more intimate.
Fawn could feel the temperature rise in the penthouse, the air-conditioning that was on a set temperature did nothing to quiet the heat.
“So besides the piano do you enjoy music?” Fawn asked, knowing if she didn’t talk she might just jump him.
“Yes, I do. I’ve always liked a certain sound. It’s hard to explain. A bit of rock, a bit a folk, more or less a little of everything.”
“So you don’t like my music?” Fawn asked as she cocked a brow.
“No offense, but whoever is writing your music sucks. And I’m pretty sure it’s not you.”
Fawn laughed. She had been complaining to her manager about the type of music she was doing for the past two years. The folk music she loved and songs she had written herself he had told her would never sell. Seth just confirmed her thoughts that her music was catchy tunes, but nothing to be remembered. “I have to say it’s quite corny.” Clearing her throat she belted out a couple of lines from her last hit song. :”It doesn’t exactly take a rocket scientist to write Lemon and Sugar is what you are. Sweet and sour that goes quite far. The problem is the fans love it, even if I don’t.”
“Then why sing it?” The question was simple, honest even. The answer wasn’t as easy.
Fawn thought for a moment before answering. “I sing what the people like, what my fans want. They’re young and happy and think they are always in love. It sells.”
“That’s a shit excuse.” Seth said his gaze meeting hers levelly.
Fawn wanted to be offended but Seth was right. He was the first person that challenged Fawn when it came to her career. Not just patting her on the head and telling her good job. “I know, it’s just I’ve never had a chance to record my own music, to see if it sells. Besides what’s with all the questions?”
“Just interested.” Seth said as his fingers tangled in her hair.
“Really? Well since we’ve been talking about me so much, how about you. What do you do for fun?”
“Me?” Seth laughed, but Fawn could see a flash of insecurity in his steel eyes. “Well last night I went to an awesome house party. There were students chugging beer everywhere, girls in bikinis and Stefan who’s always working got completely smashed. That’s the only reason he agree to a game of golf this morning. He was too hung over to work.”
“Is that something you do often?” Fawn asked. The last thing she needed was a playboy who attended a different party every night.
Seth continued fiddling with the keys on the piano before answering her. “It used to be. But these days I don’t find them as fun anymore. All the parties are the same after awhile. It’s just the faces and the music that changes.”
The way he spoke made Fawn believe him. “What do you find fun?”
Seth closed the baby grand and moved around it. He placed his hands on either side of Fawn where she was leaning on the piano, effectively caging her in. “I haven’t had as much fun as I did today in a long time.”
Fawn felt nervous having him so close. Her heartbeat thrummed to the beat of the throbbing that had started between her legs. She enjoyed Seth’s honesty, but also knew she could get burned by getting involved with him. “You’re just saying that to get me into bed.”
Seth grinned at her cockily before weaving his hand through her thick black hair and capturing her neck. His lips moved closer and stopped an inch from hers. “If I wanted to get you into bed, I would’ve told you I’ve thought about fucking you all day. How I’ve wondered what you’ll taste like. I would’ve told you I wanted you to scream my name in ecstasy, as you fell apart in my arms.”
Fawn felt her breath back up, her nipples sprung to attention aching to be touched. His words had sent her whole body aquiver. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her he moved away.
“But I didn’t.” He said as he stepped back, his eyes still on hers. “I didn’t want to push you, especially if you’re not ready.”
Fawn’s whole body burned with desire. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him. Even though she knew he was a rich playboy, there was something about him. A way about him that made her want to get to know him better. The way he challenged her. The way he sent quivers through her body with words alone, made her wonder what it would be like to have him deep inside her. Fawn held his gaze whilst weighing her options. She had wanted many things in her life but she’d be damned if she ever wanted something as much as she wanted Seth Northman at that moment. “I’m ready.” Her voice was soft, almost wanton to her own ears.
She watched as Seth moved closer, inch by inch. His breath was hot on her lips as he spoke. “You better be sure Fawn, I’m not sure I could walk away after a kiss?”
The question was clear in his eyes.
Fawn didn’t answer; instead she weaved her hands into the thick hair at his nape and pressed her mouth against his.
Understanding her answer, Seth didn’t need any more confirmation. He pulled Fawn against him. Her softness against his hard planes.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting of scotch and passion. Fawn stroked his tongue with her own, exploring the texture.
Seth slipped his hands around her cupping her buttocks squeezing slightly. Fawn felt her body alight with desire.
Needing to touch, to feel skin, she tugged his shirt out of his pants and ran her nails along his back.
A groan erupted deep in his throat; Fawn swallowed it with a hungry kiss.
“You better slow down Fawn.” Seth groaned as he pulled away fractionally.
Wanting him, wanting more Fawn smiled. “We can slow down next time.”
Seth reached for her, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. For a moment he wanted to thank his parents for letting him run the hotel causing him to know the precise route to the bedroom. He didn’t have to be awed by the lavish surroundings. He knew there would be an antique bureau in the corner by the window. The bed would be a four poster with Egyptian cotton. The lights would dim with a remote on the bedside table. He only had to focus on Fawn.
He felt her thighs bunch against his hands as he walked to the bed.
Fawn loved the feel of his strong hands on her smooth legs; she wanted them to seek higher. To ease the ache between her legs.
As he set her down on the bed, Fawn licked her lips inviting him to join her with her eyes.
Seth’s eyes were a smoky grey from arousal. Focused on her, he drew his shirt over his head tossing it aside.
Fawn felt her breath quicken. She had guessed right, he was all hard planes and defined muscle. Not too much, just enough to define his abdomen. She itched to get her hands on him.
Seth merely gave her a swaggering smile before he undid his pants and pushed them down. As he stepped out he kicked his shoes aside and moved towards Fawn, his arousal obvious through his boxers.
She felt giddy with want or excitement, possibly both. She pushed herself higher up on the bed as Seth moved in between her legs.
He started kissing her ankle, running hot wet kisses up the inside of her leg. When he reached her thigh he swiftly glanced in her direction before smugly pushing up her dress and pressing a hot hard kiss between her thighs.
Fawn nearly became undone. The sensations were overwhelming her. The feel of his mouth against her legs. The direct heat of kiss on the part of her that ached to be touched felt even hotter against her underwear.
Seth grinned invitingly as he moved further up her body until he nipped a taut nipple through her dress.
Fawn couldn’t take it anymore.
This was torture. She was throbbing, she needed release. Taking control she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Seth moved back giving her space until the dress was off and his eyes ran hungrily over her bare chest.
“Fuck!” He cursed before he took a hard nipple in his mouth and sucking, hard.
Fawn wriggled beneath him hoping he’d get the message.
Seth laughed before getting up and moving to the bathroom.
Fawn lay back on the bed covering her eyes with her arm, could she be this desperate? Seth re-emerged with a foil packet. “Luckily the hotel is clever enough to supply these.”
Fawn laughed at his words as he slipped off his boxers. Her laugh quickly dried up as she saw his beautiful hard length. All strength and velvet.
After Seth dealt with the condom he moved in between her legs and slowly tugged her panty down.
Fawn bit down on her bottom lip, trying to distract herself from the fire sizzling between her legs, aching to be doused.
Seth moved over her, nudging her entrance softly before looking deep into her now sapphire blue eyes. “You ready?”
Fawn had lost the power of speech; she merely bucked her hips nudging him back.
Seth groaned before he slid into her slowly. Fawn felt her body stretch and purr as it accommodated him.
Once Seth had reached his hilt he let out a breath he’d been holding and started to move. His rhythm wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t slow. It was just fast enough to excite and slow enough to prolong.
Every time he thrusted Fawn felt him hit the bundle of nerves deep in her. She felt as the fire built and built, she knew an explosion was close.
Her body was alight with desire, beads of sweat forming on her upper lip as she scraped her nails along Seth’s back.
She found his eyes, to her amazement they were focused on her. The previous time Fawn had allowed a man into her bed, he had been more interested watching her breasts than her face.
Having Seth watch her about to fall apart was more intimate that Fawn could’ve guessed. It just poured more oil on the fire inside her.
She felt the explosion, racking her body with spasms, shooting fireworks of pleasure radiating from her vagina. Still lost in the pleasure and quivers Fawn felt as Seth started pulsing inside her. She opened her eyes and watched him. Watched as he lost control, clenched his teeth and emptied himself into her.
CHAPTER 4
Seth slowly drifted awake, but once he was up he was instantly aware of the warm body next to him. The warm body he had taken over during the night.
After the night they had spent together, Seth was certain he would be sated come morning and yet as Seth opened his eyes and saw Fawn’s sable hair draped across his chest, felt her smooth leg wrapped over his muscular body and felt her warm breath against his belly, the hunger started to build again.
He felt his cock softly start to thrum; if he could, he would take her again right now. But she needed her sleep, and food wouldn’t be such a bad idea either considering they didn’t eat last night.
Seth quietly slipped from the bed, making sure not to wake Fawn. Once he had settled her back against the pillows she moaned softly before rolling over and sleeping restfully once again.
He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He felt shaken by last night. He had slept with women before, but he had never stayed the night; last night with Fawn he couldn’t bring himself to leave.
Every time they made love it was as if his desire for her was stronger. The need and the draw of it confused him. How could he want one person that much?
A niggling thought flickered in the back of his mind, was it because she was famous? Seth instantly squashed that thought. He hadn’t known about her fame until he had already decided to take her out. Whatever her fame brought to the table, it wasn’t something Seth couldn’t get on his own.
He opened the cold water tap and splashed his face. When he met his own eyes in the mirror, they were clearer. Clear enough to see what it was about her.
It was Fawn Di Maggio that interested him. Not FAWN. The way her cornflower blue eyes could shine with laughter one moment and become clouded with worry the next. She accepted every challenge he had set the day before without wavering. The way her whole face lit up when she spoke about the music she wanted to sing touched something deep inside Seth.
Something he had thought he’d lost all those years ago when his parents told him there was no future for him in music. A love for making music.
Seth knew he was no singer, but there were many other ways to be involved in music, maybe it was time he stopped fooling around and thought about it.
He switched on the shower and hesitantly washed all traces of Fawn from his body, if only his desire for her was that easy to get rid of.
After he was showered and dressed in the same clothes, Seth looked in on Fawn to find her still fast asleep. It was early; the sun was barely up, in keeping with Seth’s normal routine.
Even if he didn’t have an official job he was up before sunrise each morning. He always started his morning with a run on the beach before it became crowded. He thought of popping by his house going for a run and getting back before Fawn woke, but didn’t want to chance it.
Besides, he wanted to be there when she fluttered open her eyes and saw him again. Would the desire from last night still linger there this morning, or would he see regret?
He phoned room service and ordered a little bit of everything, not sure what Fawn would like, along with a pot of coffee.
A short while later there was a knock at the door. Seth felt his own stomach respond with a growl at the thought of food as he moved to open the door.
“Good morning Sir. Oh I beg your pardon. Mr. Roth. Where would you like me to place this?” Bernie fumbled as he wheeled in the food trolley.
Seth smiled at the young student who had always been a bit tongue tied in Seth’s presence which was quite often. Whenever he was needed or bored he would help out at the hotel in a managerial capacity. Picking up loose strings and sorting out problems in his father’s absence. “No problem Bernie, thanks for the quick delivery.” Seth pulled a fifty out of his trousers and slapped it into Bernie’s palm. “Do me a favor.. not a word of this to the staff or my parents, you understand? I don’t want our guest’s stay to be blackened with rumors.” Seth winked at the boy and hoped he would keep his mouth closed.
After Bernie left, Seth went to the bedroom and softly layed down on the bed.
Fawn was still fast asleep. Through her tussle and turn the sheet had slipped low, barely covering her behind, leaving the ivory smooth skin of her back open for Seth’s view.
He softly ran a finger up and down her spine, until she started to softly moan. He continued his slow assault but every time he reached the hollow of back he moved lower, inching the sheet further bit by bit.
Fawn moaned a little more before she turned onto her back.
Seth felt his cock stir and stiffen at the sight. Her generous but firm breasts were topped with cinnamon areolas, the nipples slightly stiffened at the cold morning air. Her abdomen was flat, her navel a perfect hollow before sweeping down to jet black strip of hair between her legs.
He allowed his eyes to linger there for a moment before trailing to her face. Her heart shaped face boasted high cheekbones most women have paid thousands for. Long sweeping eyelashes rested on them, as if that were their sole purpose. Her nose straight, slightly turned up the end. Her mouth was a perfect rose bud in dusky pink.
Seth couldn’t resist and slowly leaned forward and rested his lips on hers. He felt her moan beneath him before he felt her waken.
He slowly pulled back and watched her eyes flutter open. Cornflower blue irises flicked to him before flicking down and noticing her nudity.
She hastily tugged at the sheet covering her before turning to Seth again. “Good morning.”
Seth smiled lazily, his cock throbbing for
her. “Good morning yourself.” Keeping his gaze on her he slowly pushed the sheet away. “I’d like to look at you, didn’t have much time for that last night.” His voice was low, the arousal in it clear.
Fawn blushed bright red, and Seth wondered if that was regret that flickered for an instant in her eyes before she recovered. He leaned over pressing another soft kiss on her lips, her body stiff below him. “I enjoyed last night.” He whispered softly before licking at the seam of her lips.
He felt her soften and relax slowly before kissing him back. Their need for each other was as fresh in the early morning light as it was in the twilight the night before.
Seth had to force himself to pull back. “How about we eat something first?”
The regret had disappeared from her eyes; in its place was laughter and arousal. Seth pushed away from the bed before he couldn’t stop himself.
“I don’t feel like going down.” Fawn complained from the bed.
“You don’t have to, only have to get up. It’s waiting in the living room.”
Fawn shook her head as she got up from the bed completely naked, and walked towards Seth. He felt his heart climb into his throat, she was sexy as hell. All confidence and curves and she was headed straight to him.
“You seem quite impressed with yourself Mr. Roth.” Fawn drawled before squeezing his ass and walking to the bathroom.
Seth let out a long breath, could the woman be any more unpredictable. “So am I, with you.” He called after her.
He heard her laughter floating from the bathroom when there was a brief knock on the door.
“We’re not done yet, Bernie.” Seth called out as he walked towards the door. He opened it pulling another twenty out of his pocket, but when he looked up it wasn’t Bernie at the door.
“Sir. I need to speak with Miss Di Maggio immediately.” Dom’s large frame was almost blocking the door. He wore a black suit, which Seth guessed had to be custom-made to fit his barrel chest. His square face and hawk like eyes aimed at Seth.