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SeduceMe(15)



“Oh, yeah.” The man bucking wildly as he jerked off his lover grunted. “Clench your cheeks and squeeze me tight. Fuck my cock.” The grinding against his pelvis made him groan loudly.

The model getting blown detangled one hand from the strands of hair and cupped his own balls, rolling them and lightly tugging on them as his breathing turned ragged. “That’s it,” he said as his eyes drifted closed. “Just like that. Suck me hard. Oh…oh…oh, yes!”

His body convulsed as he came. His partner released him and let out a sharp groan as the fist encasing his cock pumped faster.

“Give it to me good,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Oh fuck, yes!”

The spasms from his orgasm clearly caused him to squeeze his lover tighter, because the man hammering into him finally allowed his own release. He let out a satisfied groan as his body jerked and his cock pushed deep into the haven it’d found.

More grunts and sighs of pleasure followed when they finally detangled themselves from one another.

The room fell silent as Jane turned off the security monitor.

Shana blinked several times, still staring at the now-blank flat panel. She was clearly at a loss for words.

Drake wanted to reach for her hand again, but she was quick to move forward in the seat and set her champagne glass on the coffee table. He noticed her hands shook.

“Well, that was…enlightening,” she said in a provocative voice that ignited every sexual craving Drake had worked so hard to suppress this evening.

He wanted to crush his mouth to hers and kiss her hard and passionately. He wanted to haul her body up against his and feel every luscious inch of her pressed to him. He wanted to lift her skirt and thrust his cock deep into her, sating every animalistic desire gripping him so tightly. He could barely hold back. It was hell to do so, but uncertainty marred her lovely features, making her brow furrow. He wanted to smooth away the wrinkle and reassure her that it was okay to be aroused, to be swept away by the sensuality of the moment.

Yet she was already retreating from it, running scared. He could see it in her eyes.

“I should probably, you know, get back to Yvette.” She stood. He let her go.

Disappointment washed over him, but it was followed by a hint of relief. He’d dodged a silver bullet. Letting her walk out on him was the smartest thing he could do. If she stayed a minute longer, he feared he’d pounce.

He watched as she collected her handbag and rounded the sofa a bit shakily. She pressed her clutch to her breasts and made a beeline for the door.

Over her shoulder, she said, “I appreciate your time. I’ll email you with any questions I have, if that’s all right.”

“Certainly,” Drake said, forcing the displeasure from his tone. She wasn’t even interested in seeing him again. Not even a phone call. Rather, she intended to contact him via impersonal email. If she contacted him at all.

That dismal thought had him on his feet in the next second, just as she reached for the decorative lever on the door.

Jane let out a low hiss, making his head snap in her direction. She sprang from the sofa and asked Shana, “What went through your mind when you first saw Drake?”

No doubt taken unawares by the question, Shana’s hand fell to her side and she frowned as she turned to face them. “Excuse me?”

Coming around the end of the massive sectional, Jane said, “When you first saw him…what did you think of him?”

“I…um…” She shook her head, as though confused by the question. “I…” Her eyes narrowed on Jane, then shifted to Drake. Several tense moments passed. No one spoke or moved a muscle, including Shana. She simply stared at him, not even blinking.

Drake stood perfectly still, resisting the urge to march across the office, take her hand and drag her back to the sofa. He also remained quiet, tamping down the temptation to rescue her from the awkward question.

He suspected there was a method to Jane’s madness. At least there usually was, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Unable to rudely shun her hosts—though Drake certainly would have understood if she’d chosen to do so, since they’d put her uncomfortably on the spot—Shana squared her shoulders and lifted her chin a notch.

As though she pulled moxie from somewhere deep inside herself, she said, “I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on.”

A peculiar, knee-jerk reaction to her words almost had Drake closing the wide gap between them and doing precisely what he’d wanted to do not more than ten minutes ago. Haul her up against him and kiss her with all the pent-up passion and desire she so easily evoked, which he’d had to keep securely under wraps all this time.