The Seduction 2 (2 page)

I growl, yanking her hair back and slamming
so deep I hit the back of her throat. Trying to distract myself.
But I can’t. It’s not her moans I hear echoing in my head, and when
I close my eyes, it’s not her face I see.

Keely.

On her knees, gasping in pleasure. Her peach
of an ass mottled red from my slaps, her pretty little voice
screaming out for dear life.

“Fuck me! Spank
me!”

Goddamn, that girl was a miracle. The screw
of the century -- and I never even got to claim her pussy. She fled
before I could fuck her for real, leaving me standing like an idiot
with my dick throbbing hard and her juices still wet on my
tongue.

This girl works my dick like a fucking pro,
her sweet tits bouncing, her tongue flicking hard, but fuck, it’s
not working.

“Do you feel that, baby? Do you?”

Not even close.

I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I haven’t
come in three fucking days, not since Keely pulled her disappearing
act. I thought this little blonde number would do the trick -- all
fuck-me eyes and a cute little mouth just waiting to be filled with
my cock, tonight, it’s not playing.

I only wants to fuck one sweet pussy, and
she sure as hell isn’t here right now.

Damn it. I swore I wouldn’t go through this
again. I pull out of the blonde’s mouth and yank my jeans back
up.

“But you haven’t come yet,” she whines. She
slides forwards on her stomach, reaching for my cock. “I can make
you feel real good.”

“Sorry, babe,” I sigh, pushing her firmly
away. “Not tonight.” I grab my jacket from the door.

I let myself out of her apartment and head
downstairs, my blood still boiling with anger and frustration.

She walked away. Keely. She fucking ran. And
nobody ever walks away from me -- especially not once I’ve shown
them what it feels like to be fucked by a real man. She came for
me, over and over again -- throbbing around my fingers, dripping on
my tongue. I gave that girl a pleasure that should make her my
willing slave for life, so what the fuck happened to make her
change her mind?

I’m heading for my car when my phone
vibrates with a text.

When are you going to complete the
contract?

I’m not a patient man.

Get it done.

I stop.

The whole reason I started chasing Keely in
the first place is my mysterious client. The creepy fucker who
hired me to seduce her. Keely is way more than a job to me right
now, but that doesn’t mean the client isn’t on my case night and
day to close the deal.

This time, we’re both in perfect agreement.
I need to be buried to the fucking hilt in her tight little cunt
before I lose my mind.

Fuck it. I start the engine with a growl.
I’m going to find her. I need to, and this time, I won’t let her
get away.

4

KEELY

I ride home in a daze.

Justine keeps chattering in the driver’s
seat about shopping and designer clothes and luxury vacations on a
tropical beach somewhere, but I can’t hear a word. All I can focus
on is the uneasy feeling in my chest, like something is seriously
wrong.

When she pulls up outside my apartment, I
don’t get out. I sit there, staring at the printed copy of the will
that’s heavy in my hands.

“I can’t take it,” I say quietly. “The
money. His kids are right. It doesn’t belong to me.”

“Hello?” Justine stares at me like I’m
crazy. “We just sat through an hour of boring legal shit that
proves you do.”

I shake my head. “Something doesn’t add up.
It wouldn’t be right. Besides, what am I going to do with it all? I
can’t run a company, or a multi-million dollar foundation!”

“That’s why you hire people to do it for
you!” Justine sees the panic on my face and stops. “Look, it’s a
shock, I get it. But this is a good thing. Don’t you realize? That
kind of money, you can have anything you want. Anything!”

But as I say goodbye and get out of the car,
a little voice whispers.

Not anything. Not Vaughn.

I trudge up the stairs to my apartment,
still thinking of his piercing blue eyes and that delicious filthy
mouth. I can’t get him out of my head, no matter how hard I
try.

I’ve never felt like this about anyone.
Never had someone crash through my defenses. Ever since my parents
died, killed in a car accident when I was eighteen, I’ve felt shut
off from the world. Sure, I date, and hang out with friends, and
act like everything’s fine, but a part of me has always felt closed
off. Numb. Unable to make a connection with someone and be real,
right there in the moment with them.

Until him.

“I’ve been looking for you, babe.”

Vaughn’s voice filters through my thoughts,
and for a moment, I think I’m imagining him. But no, there he is,
leaning against my door with his arms crossed, looking good enough
to eat in a white button-down and dark denim jeans; stubble across
his jaw.

And you’d know how he tastes.

Delicious.

“I don’t like it when you ignore my calls.”
Vaughn’s mouth twists in a wicked smile. “I’ll have to spank you
for that.”

I feel a bolt of lust shatter through me,
but I fight to keep control.

“I thought you’d get the hint,” I tell him,
gritting my teeth. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

I try and push past him to open the door,
but Vaughn is six foot two of taut muscle, and he doesn’t move an
inch.

“What the hell happened, Keely?” The
laughter drops from his tone. “One minute, you were begging me to
fuck you, and the next, I couldn’t see you for dust.”

My cheeks burn. I look away. “I realized I
shouldn’t be there.” I lie, “I changed my mind.”

But Vaughn won’t accept it. His hand flies
out, taking hold of my arm. “Look at me,” he orders.

The commanding note in his voice makes my
knees weak.

I look.

Damn, he’s gorgeous. Shadowed here in the
dark of my front porch, his face is all chiseled lines and intense
gaze. And that mouth... My stomach twist in knots, remembering the
pleasure he’s given me with those lips, that hot tongue...

“Tell me the truth,” he demands. “Why did
you run?”

I gulp, the humiliation crashing back. “Why
do you even care?” I wrench free, fumbling with my keys to open my
door. “Don’t try and pretend it meant anything to you.”

“Dammit, Keely,” Vaughn curses. “Stop
playing games. Just tell me what the hell I did wrong.”

I step over the threshold and whirl around.
“I heard you, on the phone.” My voice rises, twisting with pain.
“Talking to your friend. I know everything, so don’t even try and
pretend you care.”

Shock flashes on Vaughn’s face, then his
expression smoothes over. Cautious.

“What did you hear?” he asks.

“You boasting about getting me into bed.” I
feel a pang in my chest just thinking about it. “You said I was a
done deal, that I was begging for you. You made me sound like some
kind of cheap slut.”

Vaughn exhales. He almost looks relieved.
“That’s it?”

I gape at him. “That’s plenty. Now leave me
alone.” I try to slam the door in his face, but Vaughn shoves it
back, stepping inside.

“Listen to me, you’ve got it all wrong.”

“No--” I try to argue, but Vaughn talks over
me.

“What you heard, it’s bullshit. I was
messing around with a buddy. I just wanted to get him off the phone
and get back to you,” Vaughn explains, taking another step towards
me. “I’m sorry.”

I falter. Up close, his presence is
overwhelming. “You can’t talk about someone like that,” I protest,
backing away.

“I know,” he says calmly, moving closer. “I
never thought you’d hear. He’s been giving me grief for weeks,
about how I’m chasing after you. I guess I was trying to make him
jealous. Haven’t you ever bragged about something to your
friends?”

“No.” My voice trembles. I take another step
back, but then I feel the wall behind me. There’s nowhere left to
go.

“You didn’t tell anyone about me?” Vaughn
quirks an eyebrow. He stops just inches away from me, so close I
can feel the heat from his body.

Oh God, he smells so good.

I shake my head, not trusting myself to
speak.

“That’s right.” Vaughn’s voice turns amused.
“I’m your dirty little secret.”

He leans in, pressing his hands against the
wall on either side of my face; his body not touching mine, but
still, pinning me in place.

“You don’t want anyone to know, do you?” he
whispers, raw. “How you’re wet, just thinking about me. How you sit
at your desk all day, fantasizing about my tongue sliding up your
cunt.”

He strokes his thumb across my lips. I let
out a whimper.

I should push him away. He could still be
lying. My mind is telling me not to trust him, to turn him away. To
tell him no. But this is my undoing: his wicked, wicked words.

“Or maybe you don’t want to come over my
mouth,” he muses, trailing lower. “Not when there are so many ways
I can fuck this gorgeous body. Ways you can’t even dream of
yet.”

My head spins as he takes my breasts in both
hands, squeezing in a firm, delicious grip. His thumbs pinch hard
around my nipples, and I mewl with pleasure.

“Here would be fun,” Vaughn pauses, his eyes
glittering and dark. He pushes my breasts high together, making a
valley between the flesh. “I’ll shove my cock right there,” he
says, squeezing with every word. “So you can lick the head while I
fuck your tits. Yeah, you’d look damn good with my cum dripping off
your sweet nipples. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

I gasp for air, sensation flooding through
me. A deep pressure is building between my thighs, aching for him,
the way I ache late at night, with nothing to comfort me but
memories, and my own reaching fingers.

But now, with Vaughn so close, murmuring
such dirty things in my ear, the ache is unbearable. Hungry for
him.

“No, I think you want me here.” Vaughn pulls
away, and suddenly reaches between my thighs, pressing hard against
me with a deadly accuracy that sends a moan crying from my lips.
“Right. Here.”

His fingers drum a torturous rhythm, hard on
my swollen clit. Even through the fabric of my skirt and panties,
it’s enough to send pleasure ricocheting out across my body.

My legs give way. I sink back against the
wall.

“You want my cock driving deep inside you,”
Vaughn growls, circling swiftly, driving me higher. “You want every
fucking inch of it, all the way to the hilt. I’ll bend you over,
and fuck you right here against the wall until you’re screaming out
of your goddamn mind. “The neighbors will call the cops, you’re so
loud,” he continues, holding my gaze, rubbing me faster. “But you
won’t care, will you? Because it feels so good. They’ll find you on
your knees, with my cock buried down your throat, but you won’t
stop sucking me, you won’t break position, until I say because I’m.
Not. Done. With. You. Yet.”

His fingers pulse harder with every word
until suddenly he pulls away and I cry out in frustration. I’m
close to the edge, my body shaking, needing his touch.

“Vaughn,” I pant, grasping hold of the wall
for support.

“What?” he demands, his face dark.

“Please,” I beg, not caring that a moment
ago, I swore never to forgive him. All I can think about is the
ache in my body, the hungry need possessing me.

“Please what?” he murmurs softly.

“Touch me. Anything!”

Vaughn yanks my skirt up and shoves my
panties aside, burying his finger deep inside of me.

I cry out in pleasure, bucking towards his
hand. His finger curls deeper, his thumb rubs hard against my
clit.

Oh God.

I thrust my hips, desperate to find a
rhythm, and I’m rewarded with another finger sliding into me,
pulsing up against my walls, driving me headlong towards the
edge.

“Remember what I told you,” Vaughn growls,
using his other hand to grip my jaw tight, forcing me to look at
him. “This pussy belongs to me now, and don’t you ever forget
it.”

His lips crash down in a
brutal kiss as --
fuck
-- he thrusts a third finger inside me, stretching me tight
with a brutal pleasure as his palm grinds my clit and his fingers
surge higher and I explode in his arms with a scream.

“You’re mine.”

5

VAUGHN

She stumbles back against the wall, looking
like she just saw God.

Not yet, baby, but soon.

I withdraw my fingers and suck them in my
mouth. “Sweet as sugar,” I drawl, licking her juices clean.

Fuck, I need to be balls-deep in that pussy
right now.

Keely pulls herself upright. “You need to
go.”

What. The. Fuck?

She gulps, looking away from me. “I can’t...
I can’t do this right now. It’s all too much. This day... This
week...”

I’m seconds away from bending her over the
couch and showing her what a real cock feels, but something makes
me stop.

I see the shadows under her eyes for the
first time. She’s pale, shaking. And it’s not just because I gave
her a damn good finger-fuck.

Something’s wrong.

“What’s going on?” I ask, fighting to
control the raging hard-on in my pants.

She hugs her arms around herself. “It’s
just... Stuff with work, that’s all.”

“That Ashcroft guy?” I demand, alert.

Her eyes widen. “How did you know?”

It is him, the bastard. “What did he do to
you?” I demand.

“It’s not like that.” She stops. “He’s
dead.”

The world crashes in on me.

“What?” I struggle to stay cool, so she
doesn’t know the emotions storming in my chest -- emotions I’ve
spent the last twenty fucking years fighting to keep under lock and
key. “When?”

“Three days ago.” Keely swallows. “It’s…
complicated. I’m under a lot of stress right now. I’m sorry,” she
adds in a small voice. “I can’t do this right now.”