Seduction(20)

“Jesse, have you gone crazy? Oh my God!” she sang out as his hand connected sharply with the first rounded curve.

She stilled, her breathing heavy, hard.

“Can you still taste my come in your mouth, baby?” He smoothed his hand over the reddened flesh.

“Yes.” Her voice broke when his finger ran down the cleft of her ass.

“Son of a bitch.” He paused at the stretched, filled little hole of her rectum. The base of the plug she wore was heated, warm from her body. The ultra-soft, jelly material stretched her ass, filling her, making his cock twitch in jealousy.

He smacked her ass again. She flinched, crying out in startled awareness at the bite of pain.

“From now on, only I can fill your ass.” He smacked her again to reinforce the order. “Seduction is over, Terrie. Now the fun begins.”

He watched the cheeks of her ass redden as he delivered several more stinging slaps. She writhed beneath him, crying out in pleasure as he spanked her with erotic heat. She was twisting on his lap, her buttocks lifting imploringly when he stilled.

He couldn’t resist. He was too weak, he thought. She was supposed to seduce him. He wasn’t supposed to be this easy. He pulled the plug free of her anus, watching the stretching of the little hole, his eyes narrowing as she whimpered at the retreating pleasure. Just as slowly he pushed it back into her, feeling her shudder in pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you, Terrie,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll never forget what it’s like to have me fill you.”

He ripped the small thong from her, tossing the scraps to the floor as he jerked her up then pushed her back on the desk. He spread her legs, moving between them before he paused, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the little hoop framing her swollen clit.

“Son of a bitch.” He lost his breath.

Her cunt was perfectly bare, smooth and glistening with her juices. The little bright gold hoop piercing the hood of her clit was so sexy, so erotic he nearly came then and there from the sight of it alone.

He was within seconds of pressing his engorged cock home when a heavy knocking at the office door had them both scrambling away from the desk. Dammit. Why hadn’t he had Lucian lock the fucking door?

He hurriedly fixed his slacks, glancing at Terrie as she smoothed the dress nervously over her hips. At least she could hide the damned proof of what nearly happened. He sat down heavily in his chair to hide the telltale tenting of his slacks as the door pushed open.

“Mr. Wyman, Mr. Delacourte needs you upstairs.” Tally stepped into the office, her expression perfectly bland as Terrie fidgeted by his side. “He said to tell you they have the Conover chip ready, but there’s a problem.”

There was a problem all right, and it wasn’t with a chip. He glanced from Terrie, back to Tally, then moved carefully from behind the desk. He had talked to Jase hours ago, though he hadn’t gone through Tally to do so. That damned chip was fine. What were those two up to?

“I’ll see you tonight.” He turned to Terrie, watching her carefully.

“Alone, Jesse,” she murmured firmly. “Tonight. Alone.”

He watched her carefully for long moments. “Alone.” He nodded shortly then moved quickly from the office. Damned women. They were up to something. The question was, what?





Chapter Nine



She could pull this off, Terrie assured herself as she prepared the bedroom for Jesse’s arrival. She knew they would make it to the bedroom. At least, she hoped they did. She drew in a hard breath, checked her appearance for at least the tenth time, and tried to still her nerves. She had never attempted anything this brave without a drink first. There was something to be said for false courage.

“Stop worrying.” Tally moved into the room from the bathroom. “Just get him in here and the rest will work out.”

Tally was dressed in form-hugging black. She looked like a cat burglar. Terrie couldn’t help but roll her eyes before her nerves got the best of her again.

“What if he doesn’t go along with it?” She pushed her fingers restlessly through her hair. “What if he’s furious, Tally?”

“Then he can’t cry foul when you won’t.” She shrugged. “Turn about and all that, darling. Besides, Jesse isn’t going to be furious. He’ll be intrigued at first. Wondering how far you’ll go. Won’t he be surprised?”

She could tell Tally was trying her best not to crack up with laughter.

“You are finding this much too amusing, Tally,” Terrie sighed. “There’s no way this is going to work.”

She sat down on the bed and shook her head wearily. Why was she doing this? It wasn’t the first time she had asked herself this question. She knew, when it came right down to it, that anything Jesse wanted she would give him willingly. She had known it years ago. She knew it now.