Surprise Seduction

by Jana Mercy

While he watched. While he waited to lap up every drop.

  And then she did. Her sweet body spasming, her back arching, her lips spilling forth a cry.

  Chase could wait no longer. He stood, thrust his cock into her hot pussy, loving how her walls immediately tightened around him, milking his cock with her orgasm. Still, he pumped deeper and deeper, determined to keep her orgasm going, determined to take her higher, to push her over into pure ecstasy.

  And then she did.

  Holding back his own orgasm was all he could do. Hell, he was pretty sure the tip of his cock was wet with come. Somehow though he’d managed to hold back. Somehow. Probably because he planned to spend a whole lot more time with his cock buried between Adrienne’s heavenly thighs before he completely lost his load.

  The wind hit Chase’s face as Sinbad cut a path through Boston Harbor. He loved how the still cool April air stung his cheeks, making him feel alive and a part of elements far greater than mere man.

  He glanced at Adrienne. The wind whipped her hair about her face. She laughed into the wind. He’d never seen her look so carefree.

  At least, not with her clothes on.

  He planned to sail through Boston Islands National Park. She would love the lighthouses and wildlife. Maybe, next weekend they could go out further for whale watching.

  Next weekend. Just how long would this relationship last?

  He’d surprised himself agreeing to her terms of fidelity. Never had he made that promise to anyone.

  That worried him. He’d never been with a woman worth taking that step.

  With Adrienne, there had been no choice.

  He caught her looking at him and grinned. “Having fun?”

  “This is fabulous. I can’t believe I’ve never done this before. I was afraid I’d get sick when we first left Long Wharf, but this is wonderful,” she gushed. “How can you stand not going out everyday?”

  He smiled at her enthusiasm. “I don’t go out as often as I’d like. Especially during the winter months, but I usually take a few weeks off each year and sail down the coast.”

  “Sounds like heaven,” she commented so low he could barely hear her.

  “It’s a great trip.”

  “Do you go by yourself?” Her hazel eyes took on a blue hue as clear as the sea behind her.

  “Usually.”

  “You never take anyone with you?”

  “My dad once, but that didn’t work out.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because he kept wanting to stop in at every port and pick up women.”

  “Your dad?” Her eyes widened.

  “Yep.” He didn’t elaborate.

  “Guess you get it honest,” she mused.

  “So it would seem.”

  She wrapped her arm around him. “Have I told you how much I’m enjoying today?” She smiled beguilingly at him. “I think a few weeks aboard Sinbad sounds like heaven.”

  “Are you hinting for an invitation?” he teased, glad to have their conversation about his father end. After the words were out, he realized he really would like her with him.

  He’d never taken a woman on that trip before. It had been a time for him to let loose, enjoy nature and life at his own pace, free from the pressures of running a major corporation like Weston.

  Another person, even a sexy female, would have been an unwelcome intrusion. His experience with his father had taught him that.

  “No,” she quickly assured, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry if that’s what you thought I implied.”

  He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Who knows, maybe we can convince George to give you some time off, and you really could go with me.”

  “Where do you go?” she asked.

  “Usually down to Florida and The Keys. I spend some time there and then sail back up the coast.”

  “And you live here on the boat?”

  “Yes. When we get further out in the harbor. I’ll finish showing Sinbad to you.”

  When they’d first boarded the ship to store the bag of food he’d brought, she’d shown curiosity, but he’d rushed her up to the pilothouse.

  His double berth stateroom provided too much temptation to stay below.

  That evening Chase docked the sixty-foot Sundeer in his reserved spot on Long Wharf.

  He hadn’t tired of Adrienne’s enthusiasm for the ocean. The brisk air paled in comparison to her freshness. The boat had sailed around several of the thirty-four islands in the park during their day at sea. She’d asked him so many questions about the islands that he’d heard himself promise to take her out on one of the guided tours.

  He intended to make good on that promise.

  She came up behind him as he secured the yacht. “Chase?”

  He double-checked to make sure he’d done everything, before turning to her. “Hmm?”

  “I don’t want to go back to your apartment.”

  God, but she was beautiful standing there watching him. She’d gotten cool in the evening air, and he’d gotten her a jacket from his stateroom. It came down mid-thigh on her jeans, swallowing her whole, but he thought the image of her standing there with the wind whipping her hair and plastering his jacket to her outline the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  “You want me to take you home?” He hadn’t considered not spending the night with her. He shouldn’t have taken it for granted that she’d want to spend the entire weekend with him.

  With Adrienne, he should know better than to assume anything.

  She shook her head and smiled sheepishly at him.

  Light from Boston’s busy Saturday night cast reflections over her face, illuminating the desire in her eyes.

  “You want to stay here?”

  Please say yes. Please say yes.

  “Yes.”

  Chase released the gulp of air he hadn’t even realized he held, and took her in his arms.

  Adrienne lay in Chase’s arms listening to his heart beat beneath her cheek.

  She loved him.

  Even though she didn’t know what his involvement with Drew was.

  Had he done anything illegal? She hoped not.

  She hadn’t been able to find anything incriminating in the boat.

  Her heart kept screaming that he wasn’t involved.

  Reason said he could be.

  It was possible he had made those calls. Was playing both ends to ensure he kept his position of power. Was that so wrong?

  No. If that’s all he was doing, she could forgive him, although she had a hard time thinking of him as spineless.

  Chase wasn’t a spineless kind of man.

  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the idea of him in league with Drew to fit.

  Chase was too ethical. A man of strong principles. She knew he was. She’d watched him in action, seen the pride he took in doing things the right way. He had morals. He wouldn’t sell out to Drew unless he believed it truly in Weston’s best interest.

  He wouldn’t.

  She ran her hand over his smooth chest.

  She’d taken a major risk by going to his apartment this morning. A risk with her heart that she might shouldn’t have taken.

  But she’d realized that despite what George had discovered, she did trust Chase.

  Tuesday night when she got back from Chicago, she would tell him everything.

  “Chase?”

  His breathing didn’t change.

  “I love you.” She closed her eyes, and cuddled next to him.

  “This weekend was unbelievable,” Adrienne told Chase as they stood outside her apartment door late Sunday evening.

  “You’re sure you won’t stay the night with me?” He sat her bag down on the floor and pulled her to him.

  “Behave.”

  “I’m on my best behavior. Just be glad I didn’t do what I really wanted to.” He mischievously waggled his eyebrows.

  “Chase,” she play-scolded. “If I stayed with you, neither of us would make it t
o work tomorrow. Or worse,” she giggled. “Everyone would want to know why I was walking so funny.”

  “If you stay with me tonight, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want you that much,” he growled.

  She moaned, burying her face against his chest. His natural allure mingled with the scent of the sea, reminding her of just how much he’d wanted her all weekend. How much she wanted him. Still. “That’s not fair.”

  “What’s not fair is the cold shower I’ll be freezing my butt off in when I get home.”

  “I’m sorry.” Not really, though. She wanted him to want her with every fiber of his being. So much that he’d never get enough.

  He kissed her temple.

  “Don’t be. This weekend was worth a dozen cold showers.” He grinned. “Hell, after this weekend, I shouldn’t need a cold shower.”

  “You’re right.” She put a tender kiss on his mouth, wanting to taste him one last time before this magical weekend ended. Tomorrow was back to reality.

  In so many ways.

  She hadn’t told Chase that she’d taken tomorrow off to fly to Chicago. Too many explanations would have been required.

  He’d find out soon enough that she came with more baggage than he could possibly imagine. Part of that baggage being an ex-fiance whose engagement ring she still possessed. Somehow, she didn’t think Chase would understand about Roger. At least not while she still had the ring.

  She had to deal with her stepfather and Roger before she told Chase the truth.

  “I’m going to miss you tonight, Adrienne Morris,” he told her.

  She wanted to hear her real name on his lips. She wanted him whispering how much he wanted Adrianna Morrigan.

  “Not as much as I’m going to miss you,” she whispered back unable to meet his gaze.

  Guilt. That’s what she felt.

  Tomorrow she’d set the record straight in Chicago. Then, fly back to Boston and tell the man she loved that on the day she’d met him, everything out of her mouth had been a lie.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  What a wonderful April Monday, Chase thought, staring out his office window. The sun shined, beckoning him to take the afternoon off and take Adrienne back out on Sinbad.

  The weekend had been perfect. Magical.

  Adrienne was the perfect lover. Maybe her virginity had been the key. Because he was her only lover, her body tuned into his wants and needs without another man’s preferences imposed. Whatever, she did things to his body no other woman had ever come close to accomplishing. From the intensity of his climatic release to his crazy desire to make her laugh, she was all he could think about.

  He cocked his mouth in a half grin. She’d been all he could think about for over a week now and, even before, he’d spent more time thinking about her than he preferred to admit.

  Several cruisers floated down the Charles.

  He felt better than he’d felt in years. Maybe his whole life.

  It wasn’t just the great sex. It was Adrienne herself. The way she’d shown up at his apartment naked as a jay bird under that coat, the way she’d laughed at herself so easily when he’d tried teaching her to navigate Sinbad, the way she’d looked when he’d awakened yesterday morning to find her curled against him.

  A protective instinct he didn’t really like, but had rationalized was a small price to pay for the best sex he’d ever had, had smacked him over the head. So what if he’d gotten more emotionally involved than he’d meant to. As long as Adrienne stuck to her promise that she didn’t expect more from him than sex, things would be just fine.

  Despite her words, a flicker of doubt nagged. Adrienne didn’t fit the good time girl mold of the women he usually dated. Even beyond her virginity, there was something white picket fence about her.

  For the first time in his life, he wished he could be the kind of man to give a woman like Adrienne what she’d eventually want--commitment.

  If ever there was a woman who could tempt him into the ‘happily-ever-after’ set, Adrienne would be that woman. Intelligent. Sexy as hell. Sensual. Creative. Innocent, but eager for adventure. Energetic.

  Everything he’d want in a life long partner.

  If he wanted one.

  Which he didn’t.

  Memories of his mother’s pain provided constant reminders of why he wasn’t marriage material. He’d never risk causing a woman he cared about that kind of pain. Not that he’d mean to cheat, but sooner or later, it would happen. His mother had told him he was his father’s son, and he had no reason not to believe her. Just look at how many women he’d dated in the past year. In his lifetime.

  Out of all those women, not a single one had made him question his decision to never commit. Yet, with Adrienne, he didn’t want anyone else.

  Hell, he hadn’t even been able to get a hard-on when Starr slipped her hands down his pants while he drove her home after the charity auction last week because of the unwanted image of a mouse.

  Adrienne sure wasn’t mousy anymore. When he did move on, she’d have no problem finding someone to take his place.

  The sunshine sprinkling down on Boston disappeared as a cloud appeared out of nowhere, blocking the bright rays.

  He frowned. The thought of another man touching Adrienne, his Adrienne, plunging into her honeyed softness evoked an almost violent reaction in his gut.

  Hell, he’d have to be sure to get his fill of her lush body so he wouldn’t care when she moved on to someone else.

  A shadow of doubt remained, but just like the cloud in the sky had passed, so did his darkened mood.

  He slapped his hand against his thigh. He wanted to see Adrienne. The president of the company didn’t need an excuse to check on an employee. He’d just stop by to see how she was settling into her new job as George’s PA.

  When he knocked on Adrienne’s open office door, nervous anticipation smarted his insides. She didn’t answer. He strode into the empty office and looked at her empty desk.

  Where was she?

  She’d probably just stepped out for a minute. He’d wait.

  “Looking for Adrienne?” George Weston’s booming voice startled him.

  Chase recognized the knowing gleam in George’s eyes. The older man knew exactly why he was here. He grinned, not bothering to pretend otherwise. “Yes.”

  “She’s not here, you know.”

  “Running an errand?”

  “No, she left early this morning. She flew to Chicago to take care of some family business.” George stared at Chase curiously.

  “An emergency?” That would explain why she hadn’t taken the time to call. Still, it irked him that he hadn’t known.

  “No, she scheduled the time off last week.”

  Chase frowned at George’s words. “Last week?”

  “Yes, asked me about it on,” he paused in thought. “Wednesday morning.”

  Wednesday. The day after she’d had sex with him.

  “Damn,” Chase cursed, forgetting George watched with interest.

  “She didn’t tell you?” His boss asked curiously.

  Chase mentally pulled himself together. He’d play it cool. “Why would she?”

  “No reason.” Now it was George’s turn to grin.

  Damn. The old man really didn’t miss a trick.

  Adrienne arrived at Logan International late that same Monday evening. Streaks of red and orange from the setting sun filtered in through the 747’s small window. She stretched her travel weary body before pulling her small carry-on luggage from the overhead compartment.

  Nervous energy licked through her despite the day’s journeys.

  Would Chase be here?

  She’d called him earlier in the day to ask if he’d pick her up from the airport. He’d been away from his desk and Kelly, who had she had to sleep with to get back into Chase’s office?, had forwarded her call to Chase’s voice mail. She’d left a message. Hopefully, he’d be waiting.

  The trek from her plane through the airport seemed to take forev
er. As she neared the security checkpoint, Adrienne’s heart began to drum loudly in her ears.

  I do. I do. I do. It teased. The pulsing beat reverberated through her entire body. Everyone in the airport must hear its booming wedding march thump?