Allure: State Of Desire (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“Mm.”

“Imagine
knocking on the door and him opening it!” Chloe gasped, and then
giggled. “Maybe we’d be too distracted by his polished teeth to say
anything, though,” she looked at Jaycie and wondered why she wasn’t
laughing. Nick Louden was fair game for making fun of at the New
Party offices. She shrugged and left her friend to it. Something
was clearly bothering Jaycie, but there was too much to do to be
concerned by one moody woman.

Jaycie was
grateful to be left alone. She needed time to sort her head out and
the long office hours were getting to her. On a whim, she picked up
her keys and a stack of fliers.

“I’ll get these
last ones out, yeah?” she said to no one in particular. Some people
nodded – it was a hated job and they were glad to get the spacey
girl out of the office for a few hours. Hopefully when she got back
she’d be back to her usual bubbly, flirty self.

Jaycie dumped
the fliers in the recycling depot and didn’t feel an ounce of
remorse. She parked up at the local park and sat in the car,
letting the rain fog up the windscreen and blur her vision of the
outside world.

It was true –
she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Or was it really the sex she
couldn’t stop thinking about? The young woman shook her head, her
red hair spilling about her face. She knew it had been a fantastic
night, but was it worth going back? Could she really face herself
in the morning fucking a man whose principles she had always stood
against? And was she ready to push her career to one side to be in
a relationship?

She put her
hand on the ignition and rolled her eyes. She needed to go home,
have a glass of wine and relax. She was about to turn the ignition
key when there was a knock at the window. It was too misted up to
see, so she wound the window down to find a familiar spectacled
face looking in at her.

“You!” she
gasped as Nick’s face cracked a grin.

“Me,” he said.
“I thought it must be you… No one else’s hair is such a beautiful
shade of red.”

“Stop trying to
get into my pants,” she snorted, blushing. “What are you doing
here?”

“The campaign’s
over, so I’ve come out for some fresh air. This is a nice area,
don’t you think?”

“It’s alright,”
she shrugged. Though Nick held an umbrella, some rain was
splattering into her car. “It’s raining in,” she said.

“So it is,” he
replied. “Do you want to get a drink?”

“I’m on duty,”
she said half-heartedly.

“Well, perhaps
a cup of hot chocolate?” he asked. Jaycie sighed. She knew she was
going even before he finished speaking.

“I said it
before, but you really are wasted there, you know,” he said,
handing her the steaming mug of chocolate and cream.

“I like it,”
she insisted. “It’s what I’ve always believed in, the New
Party.”

“I don’t mean
that,” Nick said. “I may be a politician, but I don’t really care
much for politics. It’s a career – just something to do to earn
money, and get a little famous… And I don’t even need the money, to
be honest.”

“I didn’t think
you could buy this place on a politician’s salary,” she admitted.
“Are you rich or something?”

“Yes,” he
replied simply. “Old Party, old money, isn’t that what they
say?”

“Well, as
someone who lives in a one bedroom pad, I have to say you’re not
endearing yourself to me,” Jaycie said, sipping her drink. She felt
justified in being rude to him – if he went off her, she wouldn’t
regret never seeing him again, would she?

“Sorry,” said
Nick. “I just don’t see the point in lying to you.”

“I don’t like
the truth, but I do prefer it to lies,” she admitted. “Thanks for
asking me back.”

“No problem. I
figured you ran away a little too quickly before.”

“I was…
embarrassed,” Jaycie said. “It was like… fraternising with the
enemy!”

“I’m not the
enemy,” Nick said gently. He sat a little closer to the young woman
and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Jaycie put her cup
down. Time for the acid test.

“I liked it,”
she said. “Being with you. But can I keep just coming here for a
fuck and then leaving? It doesn’t seem right.”

“Well I’m not
looking for anything serious,” Nick said softly. “I’m not looking
for a wife, and I didn’t think you were looking for anything
either?”

“I’m not
marriage material,” Jaycie said, “but I don’t know what I want any
more! A man or a career! I can’t have both… I’m just looking for
someone to talk to, I guess.”

“But I am
looking for an intelligent person. And you just happened to be
incredibly sexy and beautiful at the same time,” he smiled.

“What?”

“I own the
house next door,” Nick said. “And I need a financial assistant. Are
you interested? Free rent and no… pressure?” he said, holding his
hands up.

“Live next
door?” Jaycie baulked. “And… work for you?”

“Paid, of
course,” Nick said. “And if you never wanted to… be with me again,
that’d be fine. I admire your beautiful brain as well as your
beautiful body. Of course, if you changed your mind,” he smiled,
letting the sentence hang in the air.

Jaycie took a
deep breath and leaned forward to kiss the man. He responded
instantly, running his hands through her strawberry hair. She
breathed in his manly scent and traced her hands over his chest.
She mad missed how toned and muscular he was. His body was sculpted
firmly, and she relished it.

Lifting her
legs over his, she straddled him firmly, kissing him deeply. His
hands roamed over her back, buttocks and hair, and she felt
completely relaxed. Grinding her hips, she felt the bulge and
hardness in Nick’s trousers swell, and she popped his button open
and pulled his zip down, freeing the straining erection.

She caressed
it, and then pulled her knickers to one side and slipped it
effortlessly inside her. She was about to begin riding him, when
Nick’s fingers slipped under her skirt and began to massage her
clitoris. She was wet and his flingers slid over her flesh. The
swollen bud twitched in delight as it was stimulated.

Jaycie gasped.
The twin sensations of having a large cock buried inside her as
well as the man she wanted touching her so pleasurably made her
melt inside. It was more than she expected, and more than she
usually got.

With Nick
gently rubbing her clitoris, Jaycie closed her eyes and moved
slowly up and down, riding the welcome intrusion inside herself.
She felt a pleasurable warmth building, and did nothing to hold it
back. This was infinitely better than pleasuring herself. She felt
safe.

The heat in her
sex grew and Jaycie felt sparks of electric pleasure course through
her body. She bit her lip and threw her head back, trusting in Nick
to hold her in place with his free hand. Her cunt began pulsing –
she was so close, and cried out so to her lover. Nick thrust a
little inside her, and as Jaycie’s climax broke, she felt something
astonishing happen.

The waves of
pulsating pleasure in her sex made the cock inside her tense and
begin its own pulses – she moaned as the two climaxes joined and
rolled over each other, joining the two of them in a secret
pleasure. Jaycie sighed and nestled her head onto Nick’s shoulder
and he held her close, staying inside her until both of them were
completely spent.

“So, how about
it?” Nick asked the next morning. Jaycie had stayed the night and
that morning was enjoying a bagel whilst wrapped in one of the
man’s dressing robes. She was scrubbed free of her thick layer of
makeup and looked young and pretty. Nick thought she looked natural
and sexual, and told her so.

“I knew you
were going to ask,” she said, swallowing her breakfast. “I’ll
admit, I have thought about it a little.”

“And?”

“And I think I
could stand to see you a bit more,” she smiled. Nick, wrapped in
his own dressing gown, grinned and handed her a cup of coffee.

“That’s great,”
he said. “Last night… It felt like something special, you
know?”

“Yeah,” Jaycie
blushed. It was the first time she had shared an orgasm with a
partner, and she knew she would never forget it. Nick was the sort
of lover you read about in books - they didn’t actually exist, or
so she thought. She took a sip of coffee. Still, she knew what was
coming next. And she knew she could never leave the New Party – it
was in her blood since her teens to do something meaningful, and
she couldn’t give up the chance easily.

Nick sat on the
opposite side of the breakfast bar, cleaning his glasses. “You know
what I’m going to ask, don’t you?” he said.

Jaycie nodded.
“I guess so.”

“So, what do
you think? Move in next door? Come work for me? And if you like, be
more than just my accountant?” he said, slipping the frame onto his
face.

Jaycie took a
deep breath and looked into his eyes.