Seduction (The Secret Billionaire Asher Christmas Duet Book 1)

by Z. L. Arkadie

  I made all kinds of noises, ones I’d never made before. The orgasmic sensations felt so velvety, so silky, and so intense. I ran my fingers through his hair and begged him not to stop then to please stop but also keep going. And he held me so firmly that I couldn’t get away from his mouth.

  “Oh!” I clenched my back teeth and swallowed.

  I raised my head to try to focus on what he was doing, but I couldn’t concentrate.

  “Jake…” I whispered. Shit, I called him Jake. But I couldn’t help myself. However, I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  The sensations turned more intense, swirling through my pussy like a tornado. Then the orgasm bloomed. I cried out as my legs jerked. I wanted to call his name and refer to him as Jake again, but that would’ve meant we would be crossing the one line that meant we had decided to throw professionalism completely out the window.

  “Ah!” I cried out again as it so quickly happened a second time. What the hell.

  I was still shocked by the back-to-back orgasms as Sparrow eased over me. The way he proceeded was almost ceremonious as he separated my thighs, held his cock, and guided it toward my globe. My pussy quickened, surrendering to his will, as we kept our lustful gazes on each other. Then the point of no return arrived, and his shaft plunged into my depths.

  I could feel every ounce of his magnificent girth, and I tossed my head back and croaked, “Oh.”

  More noises ensued out of me. I closed my eyes, allowing my nerves to feel him. In and out, he shifted, stretching my tight pussy to kingdom come.

  I folded my arms around his neck and placed the side of my face against his. He thrusted. His sweet musk helped drive me to my peak.

  “Oh my God,” I cried unrestrainedly.

  Because I was feeling it—really feeling it. It wasn’t a neurological-brain-stimulation orgasm that occurred from all the emotions that were tethered to the act of having sex—being desired, feeling close to someone I was attracted to, and the exercise itself. No, it was a real physiological orgasm caused by the thrusting, his low moans, his hard body on top of me, and his fingers digging into the linens on each side of my head.

  Harder, faster, rhythmically, he thrusted.

  Holy shit. I had no idea a dick could make a vagina feel that way. My nerve endings tingled each time his cock brushed them.

  I tilted my hips toward his movement. My body tensed as his mouth clamped down over mine and we kissed greedily.

  “Oh my,” I whimpered, wanting to call him by his first name, as a real intravaginal, penile-aroused orgasm threatened to surge through my pussy for the first time in my life.

  Then he nailed me deep with his manhood and held himself very still.

  “What?” I breathed heavily, still chasing his dick with my hips. I had awakened out of my stupor, disappointed that he’d stopped, and the climactic sensation disappeared.

  “Wait,” he whispered, fastening my hips to the bed. “I don’t want to come yet. You’re so fucking sexy. You’re making me come faster than usual.”

  “I never thought I would come at all, not intravaginally, at least,” I said breathlessly.

  Suddenly his interest quickened. “What do you mean?”

  He stared at me with a curious frown. Surely he knew what I was alluding to, but maybe not. I was starting to realize that Dr. Sparrow was one of those on-the-nose people who rarely let themselves read between the lines to find the true meaning of what was being spoken.

  “I was about to have an orgasm before you stopped, and no guy I’ve ever been with could do what you just did. Even when you went down on me.” That was a mouthful for such a moment, but I wanted him to understand me completely.

  “Can we do this again and often?” he asked.

  I tried not to chuckle. “Are you always this exact?”

  “Yes,” he said and began indulgently pumping his cock in and out of my pussy.

  I closed my eyes and sucked air. “Fuck.”

  His mouth moved over mine, and we tongued deeply.

  In, out, in, out, he moved. Orgasmic sensations returned just as fast as they’d gone away, and I directed the sensitive area of my pussy toward the action.

  We kissed and groaned, and I felt unable to merge close enough with him.

  “Oh shit!” he roared. His body tensed against me.

  “I’m going to come,” I announced.

  He relaxed a bit, and I could tell he was trying to hold on for me. I wanted to climax intravaginally and prove that Sparrow was indeed a sex god.

  Then it caught and spread through me like wildfire. My eyes expanded. I felt choked but still cried out to the Almighty as my pussy and thighs quivered.

  When my body went still, Sparrow slid out of me, guided me onto my stomach, raised me by the hips, and set me on my knees.

  “I’m going to fuck you like I did in my fantasy,” he announced as he slammed his dick into my pussy.

  I cried out as his tip hit my cervix. It ached so fucking good as he kept doing it repeatedly. He grabbed my hair and sucked hard on my neck, fucking me like a horny animal. I went happily along for the ride. He deserved to fuck me hard. He had made me come thrice in one session. I never came once with Rich, and only by accident with a few guys before him.

  Then Dr. Sparrow wrapped me up tightly, and we collapsed onto the bed as he groaned and croaked in my ear, coming hard.

  “Sorry to fuck you that way,” he breathed. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  I clenched my pussy around his dick. Even though it was spent, I could still feel it. Not only that, but I sucked air, able to squeeze my fourth orgasm out of it.

  Rich would have been done having sex for the night after getting off, but Jake Sparrow wasn’t. He repeatedly ate my pussy, making me climax in all sorts of exotic ways and many times back-to-back. He ran his hands all over my body, telling me how soft my skin was, making me shudder.

  “You have all the right curves, baby.”

  That made me chuckle. No guy had ever told me that before. When Dr. Sparrow turned hard again, he slammed his cock into me again, which culminated with me coming intravaginally again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Penina Ross

  My alarm clock played the same song it had the other day, indicating that it was not an on-call day. As I blinked, waking up, I recalled a few details. First, I was naked. Second, I still felt moist between my legs. Thirdly, I was alone in bed. And finally, merely hours ago, I had experienced the most highly enjoyable sex of my life with Dr. Jake Sparrow.

  I stretched my arm out and felt all the mattress beside me, making sure it was truly empty. It was. He was gone.

  “Really?” I groused as I turned on the bedside lamp. He could’ve at least said goodbye.

  Then a dreadful thought occurred. Maybe he’d lied to me. He had indeed fucked me and was done with me. I kicked myself for believing him. I knew better. On top of that, I had no time to cry or pout about it. My shift started in less than half an hour, which meant my alarm had been sounding off for thirty minutes before I heard it. That also meant that Dr. Sparrow had left the bed before four thirty. I trusted that he would’ve awakened me if he had heard the alarm.

  I took a shower in his bathroom, which had the biggest shower I’d ever seen. No way would I go to work smelling like sex with an attending. Angela had a gift for not only smelling sex on someone but also identifying whom that person had fucked. She was right at least nine times out of ten.

  Unfortunately, I had to make my shower short, knowing I would never have a chance to indulge in its opulence again. After drying off, I searched the floor beside the bed for the clothes I’d taken off before we made love. I didn’t see them until I looked on the mustard-colored leather chair in front of the curtains. My jeans, T-shirt, bra, and socks were neatly folded on top.

  I took a moment to stare at my garments. He had taken time and paid attention to make them neat for me. Perhaps he wasn’t going to discard me like last night’s fuck. I envisioned myself c
rossing my fingers and hoping not as I hurried over and swept them off the chaise.

  Once I was back in the room where I put my things, I put on a fresh pair of panties. Then I stood up straight as I remembered that my panties from the previous night were still somewhere in Dr. Sparrow’s room. But I had no precious minutes to spare to go look for them. I put on my shoes and grabbed the bag I usually took to work, which had days-old snacks in it. I didn’t even have time to drop into the kitchen and see if a continental breakfast and another flower were waiting for me. Or perhaps I was too chickenshit to do it. As I stepped into the elevator, I knew what I felt deep inside. I couldn’t help it. I believed Sparrow had gotten what he wanted, and charming me with beautiful flowers and five-star breakfast spreads was officially over.

  The first thing Deb said to me was that I was late. I apologized profusely and reminded her that I was hardly ever tardy.

  “You’re right,” she said as she walked off. “All’s forgiven.”

  Then I groaned and slapped my forehead when I saw my schedule. I was on call. Fuck, my phone played the wrong song.

  On the walk over, I had decided to go through with moving into a hotel room. But I would have to wait until the next morning to get my things from Sparrow’s penthouse. I hadn’t seen him as I signed in, but I never saw him that early in the morning. Usually, he was either in surgery or prepping for it. I was happy to prolong our first post-sex meeting. I still wondered how he would respond to me. But I didn’t ponder long. Handoffs had officially begun, and instead of Dr. Sparrow, I filled my mind with the patients who needed me.

  “You had sex last night,” Angela said, sitting at the station next to mine.

  Fuck. “What?” I asked, sounding as if she were crazy for suggesting it.

  “You had sex,” she restated strongly.

  “Who had sex?” Kevin asked.

  “Nobody had sex,” I said.

  Then he walked into the care station. My eyes casually flicked away from Dr. Sparrow, who hadn’t looked at me once.

  “Dr. Baker, you’re scrubbing in on an awake craniotomy,” Sparrow said to Angela.

  She jerked her head back. “With you?”

  Her caramel skin was blushing. Sparrow threw his hands up as if to say, Who the hell else?

  She patted me on the shoulder. “Maybe Dr. Ross. She’s—”

  “No. You,” he said sharply.

  When he turned his back on us and walked off, he still hadn’t looked at me yet.

  “Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

  I stopped staring at the space he left behind like a hurt child. If Angela wasn’t so trapped in her own distress, she would’ve noticed my despair.

  Clearing my throat, I pulled myself together. “Hey, why were you trying to pass off the surgery to me anyway?”

  She twisted her mouth thoughtfully. “He’s starting to make me nervous.”

  My chest felt tight. “Has he made a pass at you?” I was hoping he wasn’t a serial cheater. Dr. Lumpkin in cardiology was one of those guys who’d gone through as many nurses and residents as he could when he first arrived at the hospital. I attracted those kinds of guys like shit did flies.

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “There’s something else. He has secrets.” She gestured as though she were parodying an explosion. “Very big ones.” Then she sighed as she closed out her computer. “Anyway, I gotta go scrub in. At least he usually smells good.” She winked.

  I snorted. She didn’t know how on the money she was.

  At that point, since we’d fucked and he was acting weird again, I figured I was obligated to find out as much about him as I could. The fact that Nurse Krislyn Hardy was on my service felt like a blessing in disguise. Kris was a chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking for more than two seconds whenever we weren’t with a patient or in surgery. She knew everything and just about everyone in the hospital and probably New Orleans too.

  We had just finished a consult and were walking to the coffee shop in the lobby for a twenty-minute break before seeing our next patient. I started by asking her how long she had known about Court and Rich. My goal was to get her started on the easier topics of gossip before easing her into the more restrictive ones.

  She gave me a light stroke on the forearm. “Oh, Pen, I’m sorry you had to hear about them that way.”

  I felt my eyes grow wide as I finished paying for both our lattes—the drinks were on me. What does she know about the way I heard it?

  “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  We sat at a small round table. “Court let everyone know that you were hurt by the news, but despite it, you took it rather well. Personally, I never thought you gave a damn about the guy. He used to bring you all of those gifts, and you would just turn your nose up to them. That’s why Court figured you didn’t deserve him. But everyone knows he’d rather be with you. Even she does. That’s why she’s trying to hook you up with Leaky Penis, Greg Carrol. I mean, the guy takes antibiotics like they’re breath mints.”

  I frowned. “How could you know that? He’s a professional athlete. Don’t they have team doctors to slip them anti-dick-itch-and-drip drugs?”

  Kris searched the room, checking over both shoulders. Then she leaned toward me and whispered, “Dr. Best is their candy man.”

  I was learning more about the salacious shit that went on around the hospital than I wanted to know. I had to find a way to stop her from regurgitating more mindless gossip and get to the mindful stuff.

  I leaned back in my seat to put distance between us. “To each their own, I guess. And as far as Rich is concerned, I’ve had several conversations with Court about how untrustworthy he is.” I would never tell her how he’d tried to fuck me the other day. “She’s made her bed. Now she has to lie in it.”

  “Yeah,” Kris said with a sigh. “I agree.”

  Linda, the barista, called my name, and I got up to get our drinks. When I sat back down, Kris complained about how watery her latte was and went back up to the counter and made Linda make her a new one. I thought mine tasted fine. It wasn’t sweet. I didn’t like sweet coffee.

  When she settled in her chair again, we only had seven minutes to talk about who I really wanted to discuss. So I went right to it.

  “Dr. Sparrow. What’s the story on him?”

  Her eyes instantly grew wide. “Oh. Him.” She grunted. “He’s the one who opened up the west wing and got all of those beds for everyone. You know how much money this hospital doesn’t have. We have a nurse shortage and not enough residents. Anyway…” She rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “I found out that someone bought the hospital, and now there’s all this money. Then he shows up. And he’s, like… spending it.”

  One reason Kris was so good at gossip was that she knew how to piece together the details. “How is he spending the money?” I asked, practically on the edge of my seat.

  She shrugged indifferently. “He’s paid a lot. And yesterday, I heard him tell Chief Brown to get him three more residents and a fellow. I mean, who the fuck is he?”

  That was a good question. Unfortunately, the alarm on my phone blared, letting me know that I had five more minutes to make it to our patient’s room and begin our pre-surgery consult.

  “I’ll tell you more later,” she said as we both shot to our feet.

  I didn’t want to wait for later. “There’s more?”

  “Yes.”

  We walked down the hallway on our way to the care station to meet up with the rest of the team for our next consult.

  “Just tell me a little now,” I said.

  “He made a—” She tensed up. “Speak of the devil,” she mumbled.

  I followed her line of sight. Dr. Sparrow was approaching us and beaming at me.

  “Good afternoon, Dr. Sparrow,” Kris said.

  “Afternoon,” he muttered without taking his eyes off me.

  I was not convinced that he didn’t know he was staring.

  Kris chuckled after we p
assed him. “He’s always staring at you,” she whispered. “Everybody knows it. That’s another thing. Deb reported it to the chief because she thought it was affecting his interaction with you, and she said the chief just blew her off. It’s like he has so much power, but he’s only an attending.”

  “But I heard his reputation precedes him,” I snuck in.

  We were almost at the care station, and Dr. Flanigan, the primary surgeon, was about to lead the team up to the patient’s room.

  “His reputation? No one knows his reputation,” she said.

  I chewed on her final words through our consult then the prep for surgery and even during the procedure. I wondered if Kris or anyone else knew that Sparrow was loaded or had rich friends in high places. I was determined that the next time he and I were alone, I would get some answers.

  Night call was hot. We were feeling the pinch of the resident and nurse shortage, but another guy fell off his motorcycle, and I had to clip a brain bleed, irrigate, and remove the skull to relieve the swelling all in one surgery. Then, an hour before my shift was to end, another guy had a motorcycle accident and needed the same procedure. By the time I made it to the condo, I could barely keep my eyes open. I didn’t even look for Sparrow. Instead, I dragged my tired, aching, and hungry body to the bedroom, fell facedown on top of the bed, and was asleep shortly thereafter.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Penina Ross

  I woke up to something firm against my back, and something even stiffer was pinned against my ass. Then I felt his warmth and the electricity that raced through me whenever I was that close to Dr. Jake Sparrow.

  “You’re awake,” he whispered, rubbing then planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

  I only faintly remembered how I’d gone straight to sleep as soon as my body hit the mattress.

  Then he nibbled my neck and cupped my tits as he continued rubbing his stiff erection against the crease of my ass.