Seduction: Book 4 (Strong Young Women Series) (3 page)

Mitch nodded in understanding. “It makes sense. I can see how that can happen, with both of you answering.”

Evelyn grinned. “Hey, at least I wasn’t called Eva Boyd Jr.,” she said with a snort. “One girl I went to school with was a junior and other kids constantly teased her.

He laughed. “Must have been hard for her.” He laughed again thinking about how she must be faring now. “It’s easy to understand a male being a junior, but it’s rare for a female, not that it doesn’t happen.”

Their second course of
consomme olga, a soup that was so clear, Evelyn wondered it it was just colored water. If it weren’t for the scallops and pieces if shredded carrot garnishing the soup, Evelyn would have been convinced it was really colored water. Fine dining was overrated when one was hungry. She just hoped by the time she was done, her hunger would be satiated.

“Tell me about Mitch,” she asked. “You seem to already know about me.”

“Okay,” he said and sipped his wine. “I was born in New York, but my parents moved to Arizona over a decade ago. My only sibling, a brother, younger, also lives in Arizona, Phoenix. That’s were they all live. He’s three years younger and when he moved with them, he was a teenager but decided to stay there even after he was grown up.

Evelyn nodded for him to go on.

“I joined the army at a young age and quickly rose through the ranks, then happened to be in the right place at the right time and got shifted around to some highly paying jobs until I was recruited by a private company. Before that had happened, I managed to do my Bachelor’s, paid for by uncle Sam.”

Mitch was surprised that Evelyn was paying attention. Most females loved to talk about themselves and would have found a way to interrupt and easily turn the conversation to be about them, or focus on them.

As the waiter removed the dishes, Evelyn complimented the chef on the soup. It really had tasted divine, despite her earlier misgivings. Their third course of poached salmon was quickly followed by their forth one of fillet mignon. Now we are talking, Evelyn thought as a new bottle of wine was brought to their table. She quickly realized that Mitch had approved the new wine he wanted to go with their beef dish.

Evelyn asked that he continue with
his narration and he got back into the story.

“They both half
retired when I bought them a home close to a golf club which dad attends two to three times a week. My mother too, believe it or not,” he said laughing remembering the day she had insisted she wanted her own clubs if his dad was getting a set.

“Anyway, my brother,
Stan, just got married last year. To a lovely girl, Brandy. They both lecture at the local university. I’d like you to meet them.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their fifth course, a lamb dish with rice and creamed carrots and squash. Evelyn thought she had heard wrong, so she ignored his last comment. Actually she
knew she had heard wrong. Actually, she hoped she had heard wrong. When the waiter left, and he didn’t repeat it, she relaxed and admitted to herself, that she must have heard wrong.

“When was the last time you visited them?” she asked. “Or do they visit you often?”

“Mum and dad don’t care much for New York. Stan did come over often but now that he’s married, he’s been here only once,” he said with his head to the side like he was thinking deeply. “I, on the other hand, try to go and see them as often as I can. Sometimes my job doesn’t allow me to, but they are involved in so many things that it’s hard to see them much even when I’m there.”

“How old were you when you were recruited into the army?”

He grinned. “It was more like I recruited them. I really wanted to join so bad, little did I know what awaited me on the other side,” he said shaking his head. “I was a month shy of my nineteenth birthday. Four years ago, I called it all quits and used my money to open up Sanders Consulting. I reached out to good men that I had served with that were either out or were on the verge of being out and offered them jobs if they wanted to move to New York.

“We started small, but quickly grew. Faster than I had envisioned. And right now, I’m trying to grow more of a reputation rather than grow in size. Then in another year or two, I’ll think about the size of the company and decide if I still want to grow or not. The rotation of my men within your family has pretty much taken almost half my men.
You on the other hand are no longer part of the deal,” he said and pulled her mouth to his.

Shocked by the move and shocked by his words, Evelyn opened her mouth to say something but her words were swallowed as his tongue entered her mouth. Evelyn moaned and Mitch
groaned, he bit her lower lip then took her lips again.

Dazed after that long kiss, Evelyn asked. “Am I the dessert?”

Mitch grinned. “Second dessert,” he said and nodded to the waiter to bring their next course.

Evelyn salivated as she saw the slices of peaches covered in fresh cream on one side and vanilla ice-cream on the other. “Oh, my,” she said as she grabbed her spoon beside the dessert plate.

Mitch put that little detail away and hoped he remembered to have his housekeeper shop for peach slices.

“Coffee?” he asked before their dessert dishes were whisked away.

“No,” Evelyn said shaking her head. She didn’t want to taint the taste of her last course. Coffee would have to wait until morning.

Mitch really wanted a cup of espresso, but he wanted Evelyn more. No, needed her. The way she had been eati
ng, so daintily like a queen, had been so arousing, it was a wonder he hadn’t spread her on the table and feasted on her.

“Let’s go,” he said standing up and coming to hold her chair.

“The bill,” she asked pulling him back.

“It’s
under control. My assistant will take care of that when they send me the bill.” He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. The host escorted them as far as the door and thanked them, then shut and locked the door. Mitch guided her into the waiting car and his driver drove them the short distance to his home.

Evelyn wondered at the sudden speed. They had enjoyed a slow and very appetizing dinner. If she were honest, she was humming with need. The oysters? Whatever,
she thought. She couldn’t wait until they were in his penthouse.

Mitch closed the front door and took Evelyn’s hand as he walked towards the master bedroom. He didn’t bother with lighting any of the rooms they passed. He knew his way around in the dark just fine. As a trained operative, it was necessary to move around in the dark, know where every piece of furniture item was located. In the event of a break in or an attack, as the home owner, you always had the advantage.

Moonlight was streaming through the open curtains as he walked Evelyn through the door. He slowly removed her dress and was glad he hadn’t known about her choice of underwear, or lack of it. He wouldn’t have been able to survive the night.

Mitch laid her out on his blue chaise lounge and arranged her such that her legs were wide open for his view. He lifted his hands to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. He threw his jacket onto the
bed, and his tie and shirt followed a few seconds later.

Evelyn watched Mitch unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down then lift his legs to step out
of his pants and also throw those onto the bed too. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and moved towards her. She looked sexy, naked and in red heels. His shaft grew larger and twitched when he saw her moist center, glistening in cream.

Mitch folded her legs until her heels were
flat on the lounge and her knees were straight up. He kissed his way from the exposed parts of one foot up to the knee, then down until he reached her hip bone. He came back and started at the bottom of the second foot, and took the same path until he reached that hip bone too.

He widened her knees and brought his forefinger to her pussy lips, then lightly traced the area and was rewarded with more precum. He almost lost his will, but thought about his mission to wine, dine and seduce. He kissed a straight path from her mound, past her navel and in between her breasts, chest, chin and finally reached one of his prizes for the night, her sweet mouth.

It was like the very first time all over again. Mitch took and took, and took, until he remembered to breathe. He nibbled her lips, then came back for a second round. He left her lips and moved down to her waiting cunt. Mitch lapped up like a kitten drinking milk. He chuckled when he realized she was having a mini orgasm. So sexy.

He
rose up again and took her lips again. His mouth was coated with her virginal juices and smiled when Evelyn moaned against his mouth, tasting herself from his lips and tounge. He slowly lowered his body until his shaft was at the entrance of her cunt and with no warning lost himself inside her.

He groaned against her mouth and pulled out then slowly sank in again. He repeated and repeated until Evelyn was moaning endlessly. It was a heady feeling, one he couldn’t get enough of. Who knew
fucking could be this good. Fantastic. He thought he did, but Evelyn was just proving to him that what he had known was way off base.

Mitch kept on with his torture, for both of them. He wondered how much longer he could keep it up. His answer came not long after as Evelyn climaxed, shaking violently under his body.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned as he reared up and slammed hard into her. “Shit.” He needed her really badly. He breathed in her sweet scent in her neck, waiting for her to come down to earth.

She finally breathed normally and he started moving in and out of her. He grimaced when she lifted her legs and her heels landed on his back. “Fuck,” he said. That was so sexy and a huge turn on. Mitch couldn’t see the red heels. But their color was enough to drive him insane. Knowing they were there holding him to her as he speeded his movements clearly wanting to reach the inevitable finish line. It was there. Very close, but so out of reach. He slipped his large hands underneath her butt and pulled her closer as he lowered his body to meet her upward thrust.

Evelyn almost thought she would split in two. Another orgasm was fast approaching but she was afraid she might not survive the aftermath. “Mitch! Oh, dear heaven. Please, please, please…”

Mitch moved one hand to her shoulder blades and pulled her globe into his eager and hungry mouth. She never had a chance after that. S
he erupted and he lost it and slammed harder and harder into her, taking her second globe between his lips as he climaxed into her.

Mitch lay on top of her thinking of the holes in his back. He disentangled her still locked legs and slipped the shoes off, then rose and picked her up. He pulled the top bedding off the bed and followed her in between the sheets.

Three

Kelly woke up in the arms of one sexy and gorgeous man. She smiled as she felt him kissing her back.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Rafe,” she said and turned around. “Morning,” she said after she had kissed him for a long, long, long time.

“Are you trying to give me ideas when the doctor’s orders said ‘no physical activities for at least a week’?”

Kelly smiled. “This doctor right here,” she said pointing to herself. “Well, almost doctor,” she amended. “Says it’s okay to resume all and any activities.”

Rafe rolled out of bed. “Nice try baby,” he said and carried her to the shower.

Kelly huffed at him. “Are you questioning my judgment? Professional judgment, that is?”

Rafe tested the water and guided her inside. “Baby, I wouldn’t dare to do that. But,” he said soaping his hands and running them over her body. “I know for a fact,” he continued and knelt down to soap her legs, “that doctors are not allowed to treat themselves.”

Kelly giggled. “I’m not prescribing myself pills, Rafe.”

“I meant to say do self diagnosis.” He rose and took care of her arms, then turned her around and finished with her back. “Kissing , however,” he said rising from his kneeling position, “is allowed.” He ended punctuating with little kisses along her spinal cord. Rafe turned her around and took her lips
in his mouth as his left hand held her steady, positioned on her neck, and his right hand took care of her pussy. “All clean, he whispered and guided her out of the shower stall.

“Rafe, you’re a cruel man.” She took the towel he was handing her and used it to soak the water running down her body. “You’ve just declared war. So I hope your weaponry c
an rival mine.”

Feeling confident, Rafe said to her, “Bring it on, baby.”

“Your choice,” she said and flung the towel around her body. “No touching, only kissing allowed. We’ll see who will cry uncle, first,” she told him and walked out of the bathroom, throwing the towel to the floor. She stopped by the door, “Oh, and of course when you do cry uncle, I get to tie you up and have my way with you.” Then she walked out, leaving him laughing at her parting shot.

War. He had just declared war. Kelly had no inte
ntion of losing. A little recon with Ana should give her more ideas on how to bring him to his knees. Today was Saturday, and they were spending the day by the pool. Gabe’s pool. Their day of pampering yesterday had been fun. She had added glitters to her pedicure. It had been a spontaneous move, but had actually worked out fine.

Unfortunately once she was back at work, her feet would mostly be in closed shoes. It was a matter of comfort versus looking good. There was no way she was wearing sandal
s to work, just so she could enjoy looking at her feet. But for today, tomorrow and Monday, she could get to enjoy looking at her sparkly feet.

She took her one piece bathing swimsuit
which was more or less like a two piece. Kelly remembered the day Ana had forced her to buy it, and now she was forever grateful for her friend’s foresight. Yeah, right. Like she knew Kelly would one day meet Rafe and want to act as the seductress.

Kelly wore her daisy duke shorts and lose t-shirt on top. With flip flops on her feet, she grabbed her large bag and set her sunglasses on top of her forehead, then went to the kitchen to find some food.

She was surprised to find her mum and Eva cooking breakfast. “Morning mum, Eva,” she said looking into their pots and pans on the stove. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took the seat she was directed to take. Two minutes later, a plate piled high with mouth watery foods was placed in front of her.

Rafe joined her as she was taking her second bite.
Oh boy! He looked good enough to eat for breakfast. Were men supposed to look that sexy, so early in the morning? She squeaked and looked away, quickly adding another forkful of food into her mouth. Was she doomed to lose before they had even started?

“Where’s dad?”

“Your father left about half an hour ago,” her mother answered her. “He had a quick breakfast and shot out of here so fast, we didn’t even get to find out what time he would be back.”

After their help with clearing the dishes had been refused, Kelly and Rafe walked over to Gabe and Ana’s place.

As soon as Kelly was through the door, she quickly rushed over to Ana who was closing the the door to the dishwasher. “Morning Gabe,” she said waving at him. “I need to borrow Ana for a few minutes.” She took Ana’s hand and dragged her to her bedroom. “Okay,” she said shutting the bedroom door, then dragging her to the closet.

“Kelly, what’s going on?” Ana asked surprised.

“What are you wearing? Your swimsuit,” she said pointing to her.

“The yellow bikini.”

She shook her head. “No you’ve got to change. Look,” she said lifting her t-shirt. “You need to wear something sexy, with a hint of mystery. That way, it won’t be too obvious that I’m trying to seduce Rafe.”

Ana laughed. “Why are you trying to seduce Rafe?” she asked.

“He did what?” Ana asked after Kelly had finished with her story. “That is war. Now I see what you mean,” she told her and walked over to the drawer with her suits. She dug around until she found something she thought would work. “This?”

At Kelly’s nod and grin, Ana quickly changed her swimsuit. She grinned at the picture she made when she looked at herself in the mirror.
She then threw on her white sundress back on top and as they walked out of the master bedroom, they met Evelyn looking for them. She had Jes with her.

“Eve
lyn. Jes. We need to approve of your swim attire,” Kelly told them and started walking towards Evelyn’s bedroom. “Let’s see,” she said motioning for them to remove their outerwear.

“Is there a reason for this?”Evelyn asked.

Jes just stared at her as if she were a crazy person.

Only a
fter Ana had explained the situation, did Evelyn show them what she was wearing. Then Jes did the same too.

“You both need to change,” she told them. “It’s all for one and one for all.
Or is it
one for all and all for one?
” she asked. “Whatever,” she said. “As long as you get my meaning.”

“If we can’t find anything in Evelyn’s closet, we can go to mine. Gabe’s bought me more swimsuits than is legal for one person to have. And adding to what I already had, it’s kind of insane. And besides, he never wants me to wear anything when we usually swim at night.”

“Jeez, Ana.” Evelyn shook her head. “I’m not sure I want the visual of you and my brother going at it in the pool.”

“I think it’s kinda hot and sexy,” Jes said in disagreement.

“I’ll give you another week, Evelyn,” Ana said. “And after that week, I want you to tell me how many times you get to wear a swimsuit when Mitch takes you out swimming in his pool.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Kelly shouted at Evelyn’s blush. “She’s already failed the test,” she said and grinned at her when she blushed even more.

“Busted,” Evelyn said. “Okay, okay. I get it. Although with me it was just a one time deal. No way am I parading my tush for the whole state of New York to ogle.”

Kelly snorted.

Ana echoed Kelly.

“You have a nice tush,” Jes told her
checking her behind with a grin.

They laughed until their bodies ached
. Kelly was the first to give up. Her body was still recovering and laughing too hard still hurt.

“Alright, back to business,” Ana said. “Let me go and grab some
bathing suits that I think might work.” She left the room and went back to the bedroom she now shared with Gabe. She went through her swimsuit drawer again and pulled a few pieces she thought might work, then she left and went back to Evelyn’s bedroom. “I found several,” she said showing them and placing them on the bed. “Take your pick. Evelyn bring yours on the bed too so we can see them together. If Mitch is here, then you need to wow him.” She giggled as she saw Kelly’s nod in agreement.

Kelly took over. “I need you to look hot, so it’s not obvious I’m trying to bring Rafe to his knees? She picked a hot pink color and held it against Jes. “By the time I’m done with him, he won’t know which way is up or down.”

“I get that Kelly,” Jes said. “But what do I,” she said pointing to herself, “have to do with all this? I’m just here on a job and yes you invited me to a little R & R too, so how could I refuse.”

“Besides, Jes and me go way back,” Evelyn added. “We went to the same schools but never really talked much, but we reconnected as adults and as they say, the rest is history.”

“Remember what I said earlier?” she asked. “All for one…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We heard,” Evelyn acknowledged. “Jes, better pick something before Kelly dresses you herself.”

It took half an hour before the two women could agree on which swim suit to wear. They picked something, and found they didn’t like it and switched. Ana and Kelly waited patiently. It was a Saturday and there was no hurry. They weren’t going anywhere. No one had plans other than swimming, sun bathing, swimming, sun bathing and more in that order. Maybe some food for lunch and snacks. And lots of cold beverages. Preferably something cool and refreshing that didn’t get them drunk.

Five minutes after that, they had collected the bag of goodies Jes had brought with her. They decided to get some business done first, then get back to it again later after some fun
. And later they would do some perusing though the numerous magazines Jes had brought them to look over and get ideas.

“Here, I brought you this,” Jes said handing Ana a magazine. “This has some of the most amazing dresses you could ever dream of. The designers are still new and unknown, but if you prefer a known designer, I have,” she said and bent down to her bag, “these. Maggie Sottero, Vera Wang, Alexander McQueen, Ines di Santo, Carolina Herrera, Marchesa and many more. All I ask is you take good care of them and bring them back.”

“Wow,” Ana said as the books piled on. “This is even more overwhelming.”

Jes laughed. “All you need to do is find a designer whose work you like an
d then find something you like. With the famous designers it would be next to impossible to have anything done in less than six to twelve months, depending on the design too. But with the right incentive you could have a dress made faster than humanly possible.”

Ana frowned.

“I know you still haven’t decided on a date, yet. But keep that in mind as you choose a designer to work with. They are usually booked months in advance. And if you are getting married during peak season…”

Ana groaned.

“Ana,” Kelly said grabbing her attention. “We’ll all help by each taking a book and browsing through for nice gowns. But in the meantime what about your colors, flowers, the cake and all that other good stuff?”

“Full disclosure. I don’t mean to overwhelm you, but I need to give you all the information, good and bad, then have you make your choice. I’d hate
for you to come back to me during or after the wedding and ask why I didn’t give you some important information that could have swayed you in a different direction.

“So,” Jes continued. “Cakes are kind of similar to dresses. You could go by a famous cake designer or find something you like and describe to a local
wedding cake bakery and they can make it for you. There are many great wedding cake shops around. I have a few I usually work with who haven’t let me down so far. If you like I can take you around one day.”

She nodded her head.
“What else, Jes?” Ana asked. “You might as well get it over with.

“Flowers aren’t that big a deal. Just tell me which ones you like and I’ll work with a florist on those for you. But,” she said and held a finger up. “Remember if you choose flowers when it’s not their season, they might have
to be imported. That means the price can fluctuate depending on where they have to be imported from.”

“Well, that certainly makes sense, “Evelyn piped up. She was guzzling the cold drinks like someone who had gone without for days.

“Careful there Evelyn,” Kelly said. She took her drink and sniffed it, making sure it wasn’t spiked.

“The size of the wedding party will decide the venue you end up choosing, obviously. Then we’ll need to know if we need to hire a tent, chairs and all the stuff that comes with that, but don’t worry about any of the hiring stuff. I’ll take care of that. The tablecloths and centerpieces will obviously need to go with your colors. Have you decided yet?” Jes asked.

“I have three colors I’m tossing around. I’ll let you know once I make up my mind.”

“Okay. I’m assuming you want the men to wear tuxedos? Which isn’t that much of a problem for them except for the shirts if you want them to somehow match or coordinate with the bridesmaid’s dresses. And back to the tuxedos. I know most men will have a tuxedo, but for the groomsmen, I’ll advice you to have them hire or buy new ones at the same shop,” Jes warned her. “Why? Because the shades are never the same. And when they s
tand together it’s,” she said and shook her head with a grimace. “They can be slightly off one of two shades. Looks tacky.”