Seduce (Beautiful Rose 0.5)

by Missy Johnson

  “Jack?” Carly poked her head around the door, her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. “What did you want me to do?” she asked innocently. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from telling her exactly what I wanted her to do.

  It involved her mouth and my cock.

  “Get me all the information you have on Mr. Delenski and his daughter, Lisbeth. Thanks, Carly.” She nodded and retreated out the door. Less than ten minutes later she was back, with a folder full of information and a tall coffee.

  “I thought you might need this,” she said, setting the cup down in front of me. She was so close I could smell the scent of the moisturizer on her skin. Spinning my chair slightly toward her, I smiled. Carly was fucking hot and she knew just how to please me.

  “Thanks, Carly,” I murmured, rubbing my hand along her leg. She didn’t shy away. Instead, she stepped closer to me, moving her leg over the top of mine so she was straddling my knee.

  “Careful, honey,” I warned her, my other hand settling on her left thigh. “You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.” Slowly, my hands rose up past her hips, taking her skirt with them. I reached behind her, unzipping her skirt—which was conveniently one of those skirts that zip all the way down.

  “Very sexy,” I said softly, my fingers toying with the front of her underwear. I ran my index finger over the soft, lacy exterior of her panties, dipping my finger under the side and into her wet pussy. She let out a whimper, her arms shooting out to my shoulders to steady herself.

  “You like it when I touch you, Carly?” I said, working my finger in and out with a slow rhythm. She nodded, her eyes closed and her knees buckling at the feel of me inside her. I hoisted her up onto my desk, pushing aside the documents that littered the surface of it into a jumbled pile. Suddenly, finishing this project didn’t seem so urgent. The only thing on my mind right now was plunging my hard cock deep inside of this soft, wet haven that was spread out in front of me.

  “Lay back,” I ordered her. My cock was so erect it hurt as it pressed up against my pants, eager to spring free. She did, and I moved her legs wider apart. I stood up and unzipped my fly and rolled on a condom. I gripped my hands around her thighs and slid myself inside of her.

  God yeah. She was so tight. With each thrust, her muscles clutched hold of me like a vacuum, working themselves along the length of my cock until I pushed it further inside of her. The image of this girl sprawled out across my desk—her shirt unbuttoned, revealing her flawless skin and white bra while I fucked her—played over and over in my mind. I pulled myself out of her, tearing off the condom.

  “Get up,” I panted, falling back into my chair. She did as I asked, and realizing what I wanted, retreated down to her knees. I gasped as she took the length of me in her mouth. God yes, this is what I wanted: those blood-red lips wrapped tightly around the crown of my cock, sucking the life out of me. Her eyes remained locked on mine, which just made all this so much fucking sexier. She was watching me watching her as her lips sucked on my cock.

  “Faster,” I urged her, moaning as she obeyed, her lips furiously working their way up and down my shaft. “Yeah!” I grunted as I came in her mouth, my hand roughly stroking her head as she gently sucked the final remnants out of me.

  “Holy shit.” I sighed loudly as she stood up and began buttoning up her shirt, looking satisfied with herself. The sight of her all disheveled, standing there in barely there panties and a flimsy shirt was almost enough to make me hard again. She giggled, handing me the coffee that had been pushed right to the edge of the desk.

  “Nearly lost it,” she said, raising her eyebrows as she slid back into her skirt.

  “Believe me, I lost it all right,” I grinned, not bothered at all that my now limp manhood was still on display. “You are, by far, the best fucking assistant I’ve ever had,” I announced, finally tucking myself back in. She laughed as I buckled up my pants, putting her skirt back on.

  “Yes, well, what can I say? You’re kind of hard to resist,” she chuckled. “Was that all you needed from me?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. I nodded. “I thought so.” She winked and left me alone in the room. Our arrangement worked well for both of us: she offered me a release when I needed it and it return she got one hell of a bonus every quarter.

  Chapter Seven

  I didn’t expect to see her, but driving past Levine’s, I couldn’t resist stopping by to see if she was there. Her car still sat in the parking lot, the tire still flat. As I walked inside, she looked up from behind the counter, her eyes lighting up. My heart began to beat a little bit faster.

  “And I suppose it’s a coincidence you’re here again tonight?” she asked, hiding a smile.

  “What can I say?” I shrugged, taking a seat at the counter. “The food here is fantastic,” I joked. She rolled her eyes at me and handed me a menu.

  “What do you want?” she asked, trying not to giggle. Her green eyes sparkled as she waited for me to answer, her finger tracing along the edge of the counter. She wore her dark hair down again, untamed and wild, unfazed as it swayed around her when she moved. God, I so badly wanted to grasp hold of that hair and slam my lips against hers.

  “What do you recommend?” I asked her, my eyes not leaving hers. She blushed and glanced over her shoulder. Through the window I could see a rather plump man working the grill.

  “Stanley, I’m taking my break,” she called loudly. He grunted in reply. She turned to me and grinned. “Meet me around the side,” she whispered, disappearing into the kitchen.

  I wandered around the side of the building, too intrigued to say no. My hunger took a backseat for the moment, with this crazy girl encompassing my thoughts. I passed two large oil drums that I was sure could hide a body or two. Maybe that’s why she wanted me alone. Maybe I should be the one afraid of her? Glancing at my watch, I saw it was nearly nine. It was cold, much colder than usual for this time of year, even though we were in the heart of winter. From out of the shadows near the side door, I heard a voice call out to me.

  “Come here,” she said, curling her finger at me. I laughed and walked toward her. What the fuck was going on? This was insane, yet here I was, following some girl I’d met for only a brief moment around the back of an old roadhouse. This was so out of character. Jack Falcon didn’t follow any girl.

  Moving a stray bush out of my path, I finally saw her. She sat on a tree stump, her slender legs bare, apart from the sandals that donned her feet. She smiled at me as she smoked a cigarette, placing the butt between her full lips and breathing in. God, she even made smoking look sexy. Who the fuck was this girl and why did I find her so damn intriguing?

  “What did you want to show me?” I asked, confused. She laughed, and rolled her eyes as if my question had been the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. I stared at her, not sure how to react. This girl made me feel like the awkward kid standing in the schoolyard with no friends, the kid who got picked last for sport.

  “I brought you around here so you can get it out of the way,” she said.

  “Get what out of the way?” I asked, no idea what she was talking about. She paused for a moment, raising her eyebrows.

  “You expect me to believe that you didn’t turn up here tonight hoping to see me?” She laughed as I reddened. This girl, whoever the fuck she was, made me feel unsure and nervous.

  “So what if I was?” I asked, turning the tables, because on some level (okay, a very high level) she was right. As much as my excuse of hunger might have been valid, that’s all it was: an excuse. I had been hoping to see her again.

  “There you go,” she laughed, bringing the cigarette to her lips again. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” she teased. I shook my head and laughed. What kind of girl accepts a lift from a guy she doesn’t know, then invites him to an isolated place? I could attack her right now and nobody would hear her scream, least of all the greasy fuck in the kitchen.

  “My car’s still not fixed,” she said, arching an eyeb
row. What was she getting at here?

  “I hadn’t noticed,” I lied. Of course I had. It was hard not to notice the beat-up old sedan sitting in the same spot with the tire as flat as a tack. She eyed me as though she didn’t believe me.

  “When do you finish?” I asked, deciding I needed to take the plunge here or I’d end up regretting it.

  “Ten.” Forty-five minutes away.

  “Do you want a lift?” I asked, my eyes burning into hers. She held my gaze, and nodded.

  “I was hoping you’d offer,” she smiled. Suddenly she jumped up. Dropping the butt on the floor, she pushed it into the dirt with her sandal. “Come inside. I will give you a free meal while you wait for me.”

  I followed her through the back entrance, past the kitchen, and out into the restaurant area. She pointed to the counter. I sat, opening a menu, pretending to pore over the offerings. Really, my eyes were on her ass as she bent down to retrieve a glass from the bottom shelf. I willed that skirt to rise just a little bit higher. It didn’t, but I saw enough that my cock began to flex against my pants. As she turned around, I quickly averted my eyes to her face.

  “Soda? Juice?”

  “Water,” I replied, closing the menu. She nodded and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Thanks,” I said. Next to me, my phone vibrated on the counter, causing both of us to look at it.

  “You going to answer it?” she asked curiously. I shook my head and turned the phone off, shoving it back in my pocket.

  “Just work. It can wait,” I replied.

  She nodded. “So what do you want? To eat,” she added quickly, a blush creeping over her face as she took in my expression. There was so much I wanted from this girl, and food was the last thing on my mind.

  I wanted her standing in front of me with her legs slightly spread apart. Then I wanted to kneel down in front of her, my hands resting on her bare legs. Slowly, I’d run a hand up each leg, my nails gently digging into her soft skin as my hands moved up her thighs, under the hem of her dress. She would be staring at me as my fingers traced over the outside of her panties, which would be damp from anticipation. Her knees would start to buckle at my touch because she’d want me so badly. I’d take my third finger, the longest one, and gently lift it under the edge of her panties. My eyes locked on hers, I’d take that finger and—

  “Are you going to answer my question, or just keep staring at me?” she said innocently, blushing under the intensity of my gaze.

  “A burger is fine,” I replied, chuckling at her bashfulness. I wasn’t used to girls being shy around me. “For now,” I added, soft enough for her not to hear. I leaned against the counter, my cock so fucking hard from imagining the things I wanted to do to her.

  ***

  Sitting around for nearly an hour waiting for a girl to finish work so I could drive her home was not something I did often. Or ever. I’d done many things to get a girl, but waiting was not one of them. The difference was, most girls I could take or leave. With this girl it was like I had no choice.

  All too often I saw women as just a way for me to relieve some sexual tension—in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had occupied my thoughts for longer than the half-hour we had spent in bed. There was something different about this girl though. We’d had no physical contact, yet I was going out of my way to see her and to learn more about her. To be honest, that scared me a little. God only knows what Alex would say about this.

  I glanced up and saw Angel walking toward me, her purse and jacket in one hand, the other hand swinging against her stride.

  “Finished,” she smiled as we began to walk toward the exit. “Thanks for waiting.”

  “No worries,” I replied. We walked to my car, and I opened the door, closing it once she was inside. “So, North Street?” I said, starting the car.

  “Well, I was thinking,” she began slowly, a smile creeping across her face, “Maybe we could have a coffee at your house? Get to know each other?” The surprise I felt must have been all over my face because she started to laugh.

  “If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” she chuckled, fidgeting in her lap.

  “No, if you want to come back to my place, that’s cool. It is pretty early anyway, and I only live around the corner,” I added, not sure why I felt the need to rationalize it to her. I had no idea how to take this girl.

  As we pulled into my parking spot, it hit me that I’d never actually brought a woman home before. My other places were convenient settings for a quick session, especially when I knew I wasn’t planning on seeing them again, but this girl—I didn’t care if she saw where I lived and to be honest, that scared the fuck out of me.

  “Nice building,” she commented as we walked out of the lift. My flat was on the top floor, and as I unlocked the front door, Mr. Jefferies came running up to greet me. “Oh hello, kitty,” she cooed, kneeling down to pet him.

  He rubbed himself up against her, basking in the attention. She picked him up, cradling him in her arms, nuzzling her face up against his. I smiled, feeling insanely jealous of my cat. What I wouldn’t give to have her rubbing herself up against me like that. What the hell was going on in my head? I never acted like this around any woman.

  “This is my cat, Mr. Jefferies,” I commented, reaching out to rub his chin. “Can I get you a drink? I have wine, beer—”

  “A soda is fine, thanks,” she cut in. I watched her as she carried the cat over to the sofa. She sat down with him on her lap, her face lighting up every time he meowed. She looked at home, not awkward or nervous at all—the exact opposite of how I’d thought she would act.

  “You like cats,” I said, stating the obvious. She nodded.

  “I was never allowed any pets as a child,” she explained. “But I’ve always loved them. I used to love sleeping over at friends’ houses because they had a menagerie of animals. It was great.”

  “And now?” I asked. She looked surprised by the question.

  “Leasing,” she explained quickly, “so I’m not allowed any animals.” Pushing Mr. Jefferies aside, she stood up and walked over to where I was pouring her drink. I grabbed a beer for myself and handed her the glass of soda, ignoring the sparks that hit me as her fingers brushed against mine. Every time we touched it was like a fucking fireworks show was going off in my head.

  “Have you lived here long?” she asked, glancing around.

  “A year or so,” I shrugged, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I felt with her in my space. She spotted my guitar in the corner, her eyes lighting up.

  “Do you play?” she asked.

  “Not well,” I chuckled. I walked over and picked it up, strumming a few cords. I didn’t play as much as I liked to anymore. Another example of where work got in the way.

  “You sound pretty good,” she commented shyly. I laughed. I could put together a few notes, but I was far from good. If she wanted to hear what a great guitarist sounded like, I was more than happy to show her. I opened my CD player and put in a disk.

  “What’s that?” she asked as the smooth sounds of Jimi Hendrix drifted through the various speakers around the room. Confusion creased her features as she tried to place the song.

  “Jimi Hendrix,” I said, chuckling. Her expression remained blank, as if I had just named some unknown, third-world artist. “You’ve never heard of Jimi Hendrix?” I gasped.

  Surely this was some kind of joke? Who over the age of fifteen hasn’t heard of Jimi Hendrix?

  “I’ve heard of him, I’m just not familiar with his music,” she replied defensively. She flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder and gave me a look that clearly said if I didn’t drop it, then this was going to go nowhere. Someone didn’t like being teased.

  “Okay, sure,” I said, my eyes twinkling. I slid onto the sofa, up the other end. “So, do I get to know your real name?” I asked.

  “I don’t know, I kind of like Angel,” she said, cocking her head, her hand reaching up to finger her necklace. The sight o
f her sitting there on my couch with her expression so innocent was getting me hard. She glanced down, as if she instinctively knew what was on my mind. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of my cock producing a pretty serious-looking bulge as it pressed up against the restriction of my pants. Well, at least she knew what page I was on.

  “Can I kiss you, Angel?” I muttered softly. She nodded from the safety of the other end of the sofa. Tilting my head, I motioned for her to come to me. On all fours, she began to crawl toward me, like a kitten on her way to play. I slid down further onto my back as she came closer. She moved over me slowly, each and every move done deliberately and sexually. When her face was above mine, she stopped, resting her hand on the arm of the sofa to keep herself propped up.

  This girl had me so hard I was at risk of dislocating my cock. She smiled, her mouth stopping millimeters from mine as if she were waiting for me to react. I gripped her hair roughly, pushing my mouth onto hers. She tasted sweet, her soft lips just as hungry for me as I was for her. With each kiss came a new feeling of desire. A new need. My mouth crushed forcefully against hers over and over, the want not waning.

  My hand began riding her dress up near her waist. I wanted to touch her everywhere, and make her feel things she had never felt before. I wanted to rip her legs apart, slowly and gently licking her until she couldn’t take any more.

  This girl deserved to be explored, and I needed to be the one to explore her. I wanted to delve inside places previously unknown. I wanted to give her pleasure on levels she never thought existed.

  She pulled back, straddling my hips. Her eyes burned into mine as a little smile played on her lips, like she knew something I didn’t. My hands gripped her thighs as she began to undo the buttons of her dress, one by one. She took her time, enjoying the power she held over me. Each button she undid made my heart pound a little more. She finally lifted the dress over her head, throwing it down on the floor. Her dark mop of hair cascaded around her shoulders, contrasting beautifully against her soft pink bra. I let my fingers trace the edge of her bra, her breasts spilled over, looking as though they wanted to break free.