The Seduction (7 page)

“Stockings.” Vaughn teases a finger around
the band, pulling them down. I shudder at his touch. He looks up at
me with a smirk. “Wear these when I fuck you.”

Then without another word, he leans in and
grasps the front of my panties in his teeth, yanking them down and
letting them fall in a heap around my feet. Then he takes my ankles
in each hand, lifting my feet free of my panties and pushing them
apart so I’m spread wide to him.

“Hold on,” he says. “Lock your knees so you
don’t fall.”

I gasp for air, reaching up
to cling onto the edge of the bookcase. I should say
something,
do
something. I can’t believe I’m doing this: naked from the
waist-down in the back aisle of the law library. Anyone could come
looking for a book back here. Anyone could see me like this, him
kneeling between my thighs, his hands sliding up the inside of my
legs.

Dirty. Forbidden. So totally hot.

In our game of bluffs, Vaughn is totally
winning right now. And I don’t care.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

“No, watch,” he orders. I snap my eyes open
again.

“I want you to watch me lick your pussy,” he
says, his eyes still fixed on mine. He slips his hand between my
legs and lightly strokes over my wetness. I gasp, my whole body
trembling at his touch. “I want you to watch me fuck you with my
tongue.”

I stifle a moan. Pleasure crashes through
me. Already my body is shaking as Vaughn teases me, rubbing softly
around my entrance, over my clit, back down lower again.

“Say it,” he orders.

“What?” I gasp. His thumb swirls around my
clit again, but it’s not enough, I’m already aching, desperate for
more.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

I can’t. Saying it would be admitting
defeat, waving a white flag before plummeting into a totally new
universe. But as I hesitate, the pressure against me eases and I
stifle a cry. Vaughn is waiting, watching me with that detached,
powerful gaze. My whole body is beating with impatience now,
swaying towards his hand.

If I say it, he’ll win.

I look down at him, just inches from me and
I feel another surge of anticipation.

Fine. Let him win.

“Touch me,” I gasp. “Lick me. Please, I need
your mouth.”

“Good girl.”

Vaughn dips his head and licks up against
me, hot and wet against my clit.

I cry out, clamping one hand over my mouth
to muffle the sound as his tongue laps and probes, over and over,
an agonizingly sweet pressure. He’s ravenous, devouring me, sucking
at the tender flesh, then licking lower, swirling around my
entrance and plunging his tongue deep inside me.

Holy
shit
.

Pleasure crashes through me. My legs give
way, I sink against him, but he just pulls my legs around his neck,
lifting me up as if I weigh nothing and slamming me back against
the bookcase. His tongue plunges deeper inside me and God, I can
feel the wave already, cresting higher, lightening in my veins.

Suddenly, a shiver rolls down my body that
has nothing to do with Vaughn: a shock of unease, like someone’s
watching us. I glance around, my heart racing, but we’re alone in
the stacks. I can’t see anyone, and--

Oh
!

Vaughn shifts me, licking back up to my
clit, and fuck, now he’s plunging two fingers deep inside where his
tongue once was, stretching me, curving up higher, fucking me in a
relentless rhythm as his tongue laps at my clit. I forget
everything, I can’t take it, the sensation crashes over me, it’s
too much. I struggle in his arms but his grip on me won’t let up.
He laps harder, faster, forcing a third finger into my aching
channel as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks, hard.

I shatter with a cry, coming, coming, coming
over his lips, his wicked tongue until I’m spent and gasping in his
arms.

TWELVE

VAUGHN

I set her down and straighten up.

“That’s two,” I tell her casually, yanking
her skirt back down.

Keely blinks at me with those wide eyes,
looking like her whole world just turned upside down. She’s sexy as
hell, all mussed up and blushing. I can’t help myself, I shove her
back, kissing her hard so she can taste herself, my mouth slick
with her delicious juices.

Damn, I could have eaten her all day. Sweet
and tight and gushing wet for me. I can’t wait to feel that pussy
clench around my cock, tight as a goddamn vice.

“Enough fucking around,” I say her, holding
her chin up. I force her to look at me, to see I’m not taking her
good girl shit anymore. “You’ve had your fun playing hard to get,
but you know as well as I do that went out the window the minute
you spread your legs for me right here in the middle of your
office.”

Keely tenses, like she’s just remembered
where the fuck we are, but I keep hold of her chin, forcing her in
place.

“I’m taking you to dinner, and then I’m
fucking your brains out,” I order her, about five seconds away from
bending her over and pounding her right here. I’ve been hard since
the minute I thrust my fingers inside her damp, aching pussy, but
we’re still stuck in this fucking library. She may have kept quiet
for now, but what I’ve got in store for her will make her scream
loud enough to bring the fucking fire department.

And damn, I want to hear that scream.

“I’m going to tie you down, and spank that
sweet ass of yours, and then fuck your pussy until you can’t walk
for days. Understand?”

Keely swallows. She looks like she’s about
to argue with me again, so I grab her breast through her blouse and
give her nipple a sharp tweak. She bites down on her bottom lip in
surprise, but her cheeks flush with desire.

“Dinner. Tonight. My place. I’ll text you
the address.”

I caress her breast again, softer this time.
Keely lets out a tiny moan.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I scoop up her panties from the floor and
dangle them from my finger. “I’m keeping these. I want you wet and
ready for me the minute you walk through my door.”

I tuck them into my jacket pocket with a
wink. Keely doesn’t look like she can talk just yet, so I steal
another kiss and leave her there, collapsed against the bookcase
with a dazed smile on her face.

It’s nothing new. I’ve seen
that look a thousand times before, but I still feel a strange surge
of pride as I walk away. Keely isn’t like everyone before her.
Having her isn’t about finishing a job or proving something. It’s
about
her
—the way
she doesn’t back down, the way she challenges me. I need to take
her, to completely devour her. She’s mine now. There’s no going
back.

I stroll out through the office, whistling
to myself as I plan all the ways I’m going to fuck that pretty
little body -- starting with her mouth. Yeah, those pink lips
sliding up and down my cock, that’s what I need.

“Mr. Vaughn.”

I turn. It’s that jackass of her boss,
Carter Abrams, stepping out of a side room.

“It’s just Vaughn,” I say shortly.

He gives me a smarmy smile. “Of course. What
brings you here today?”

“It’s handled.” I don’t have time for his
bullshit -- he’s just a puffed up suit, and I sure as hell don’t
like the way he talks to Keely.

“By Miss Fawes.” Abrams’ smile gets wider.
“She’s very... accommodating.”

His voice is suggestive. What the hell? I
narrow my eyes. Has he fucked her? Is this asshole the reason Keely
kept pushing me away?

Jealousy pumps through me at the thought of
his limp hands on that gorgeous body. But right away, I dismiss it.
She wouldn’t touch this joker, and even if she did, she sure as
hell wouldn’t again after I’ve shown her what a real man can
do.

“Just let me know if you want to schedule
another meeting with her,” Carter continues, still oozing smarm. “I
can arrange some private sessions.”

“That won’t be necessary.” I glare at him.
Whether he’s fucking her or not, this guy is up to something. He’s
practically pimping her out right now.

“Anything I can do to help my clients,”
Carter sneers again, but I’m already done.

“I’ll be in touch.” I hit the elevator
button. Conversation over. As the doors close, I see Carter
watching me with that weird look on his face.

Whatever. That guy is a creep and an
asshole, but I’ve got what I need.

Tonight, it all goes down. Keely’s going to
get a lesson in submission that she’ll never forget -- all nine
massive inches of it. And dammit if that girl won’t be on her knees
and sobbing for me by the time I finally give her what she
needs.

That pussy belongs to me now, and I’m going
to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

THIRTEEN

KEELY

I don’t know how I make it through the rest
of the day, but finally, six o’ clock rolls around and I drive
home, my brain still spinning.

Vaughn.

He fills my thoughts, overwhelming my
senses. Even left alone, I can feel him. His touch blazing across
my skin. The imprint of his fingers digging into my thighs. His
mouth...

I have to gasp for air, remembering the
pleasure that crashed through me from his tongue. I can’t imagine
what’s in store for me later, how anything could possibly be
hotter, feel any better than the heaven he’s already shown me, but
Vaughn promised, it was only the beginning.

Tonight...

I shiver, my nipples growing hard under my
clothes just at the memory of the look in his eyes. A promise. An
ultimatum.

I surrendered, let him take control—and he
took it.

I don’t know anything about him, but I can’t
pretend any longer, I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t care about
the consequences. That man is a force of nature, and I’m through
trying to stand in his way. I don’t care what that makes me, I just
know I’ve never felt a desire like this before.

I want to feel alive. I
want to
feel
.

I let myself into my apartment, already
feeling the sick giddy kick of anticipation in my stomach. I have
an hour to get ready, so I take a shower, carefully washing every
inch of my body.

“I want you wet and ready
for me
.”

Vaughn’s words echo in my head. Well, that
won’t be a problem. I spent all day in a damp, aching haze, feeling
the whisper of cool air between my thighs where my panties used to
be.

I never realized going bare could make me
feel so sexy, so daring. Like I was hiding a secret only he would
know.

Drying off, I go to my wardrobe. I know that
whatever I pick will be crumpled on Vaughn’s bedroom floor before
long, but I still want to look good for him. I deliberate for ages
before picking out a simple black silk dress. It fits me like a
glove, with tiny spaghetti straps, and a deep V that laces up in
the back. I usually wear underwear and a slip with it, but tonight,
I leave them off: sliding the fabric over my naked body.

It settles in a whisper, shockingly sensual
against my skin. Already, my body is sensitive, my nipples swollen
with anticipation, aching for his touch.

I slide on a pair of strappy black sandals
and pin my hair up, applying a coat of red lipstick. I haven’t worn
it since I bought it on impulse, years ago, but now I like the way
it looks: a bold slash of red against my pale skin.

There.

I stare at my reflection, feeling a tremor
of nerves. I look all grown up.

A woman.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. But as I
take a deep breath, I feel a thrill coursing through my
bloodstream.

Just tonight, I’ll be wanton, reckless. Just
tonight, I’ll discover what it’s like to let someone else take
control and live life on the edge.

I collect my purse and jacket, and
leave.

* * *

Vaughn’s address is up in the Hollywood
Hills. I drive the narrow, twisting road with my heart in my
throat. Just a week ago, I would have never agreed to this, never
put on this dress and gotten in my car. But now?

I couldn’t turn back if I tried.

I reach his turning, high in the canyon, and
head off the main road, down a short driveway.

Wow.

The house is modern, a white cube set
precariously on the edge of the hill, looking out over the whole
city. There’s a silver sports car in the car-port, so I pull up
behind it, turning off the engine.

I thought I would be nervous when I got
here. But instead a hot anticipation fills me. This may be the
craziest thing I’ve ever agreed to—and I can’t wait to start.

I get out and carefully make my way down the
path to the front door. It opens before I even reach for the
doorbell.

“Hello, Keely.”

My heart stops. Vaughn is standing in the
doorway, smiling a heart-stopping smile. He’s wearing a pair of
dark jeans that hug the curve of his ass, with a crisp white shirt
open at the throat to show his tanned skin and a dusting of dark
hairs.

He looks incredible.

“Come.” He beckons me, and I take a nervous
step forward into the house.

Music is playing, some sultry jazz song, and
when I look around, I feel even more out of my league. The house is
open-plan, with stream-lined modern furnishings and vibrant
abstract art. The whole back wall is made of glass, with
jaw-dropping views of Los Angeles, lit up in a neon grid below
us.

“This place is amazing, really hidden away,”
I say. “Have you lived here long? I love the canyons--”

“Stop talking.”

Vaughn cuts me short. He strolls towards me,
lazy as a panther, and places a possessive finger over my lips.

“I’m going to tell you how tonight is going
to go,” he says with a smoldering look. “Pay attention, because
I’ll only say this once.” His voice is low and measured, but
there’s a thread of steel in his tone that makes my stomach
drop.