The Seduction(10)

I wait for her to moan, to sink against me like every other panting, wet woman. But instead, she lurches away from me, breathing fast.

“I want no such thing,” Keely insists, scooting over to the door. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it won’t work.” She glares at me, furious. “I’m not that kind of girl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have real clients to attend to. Ones who aren’t a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen.”

I watch, dumb-struck as she stalks away.

What the fuck?

I can’t believe it. She turned me down. Nobody turns me down. Especially not some blushing librarian who’s been panting like a bitch in heat since the moment she laid eyes on me.

I narrow my eyes. This started out just a regular job, but after what I’ve learned today, there’s no way I’m letting this girl fuck up my perfect score. I’m going to find out just what’s going on with Ashcroft, and finish the job too. Two birds, one cock.

Miss Keely Fawes is going to be on her knees, begging for my dick by the time I’m through with her.

Game on.





SEVEN

KEELY

“Have you never come so hard you passed out?”

I can’t get Vaughn’s wicked words out of my mind. All day long, I hear his filthy talk in the back of my mind, making my stomach flip over and my thighs clench. He has to be teasing me, I decide. Saying anything to get a rise. But when I sneak a look at Google that afternoon, I see he’s not even kidding.

Some women really do orgasm so intensely they faint.

I catch my breath. When I manage to come at all, it’s a gentle ripple of pleasure, warm and sweet, but gone in an instant. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to feel a rush so huge that my body literally couldn’t handle it.

Holy shit.

“What are you looking at?” Justine asks, swinging by my cubicle with a couple of salads for lunch.

“Nothing!” I yelp, slamming my laptop shut. Luckily, she doesn’t notice.

“The Tiny Texan is calling me again,” she sighs, collapsing in a seat to gossip. “Like I’d fuck him again last time.”

“I thought size doesn’t matter.”

She snorts. “Yeah, that’s just what they tell you. I mean, sure, a guy can make up for it if he tries hard enough in other areas.” She winks. “But the Texan was a bust on all fronts.”

I pause, feeling embarrassed. My experience with guys is pretty limited. I had one steady boyfriend in college who I lost my virginity to, but aside from a few bad first dates, I haven’t seen anyone seriously since graduating.

“Can I ask you something?” I drop my voice, checking around so nobody can hear. But it’s lunch break, and the paralegal pool is almost empty.

“Ooh, did you meet someone?” Justine demands, chewing a mouthful of lettuce. “Is he hot? Is he hung?”

“No,” I protest. “I mean, I haven’t met anyone. Not really. I was just wondering... When you... you know. What’s it like?”

“When I what?” Justine asks.

I blush. “When you...” I drop my voice even more, whispering. “Come. Is it good?”

Justine shrugs. “Depends on the kind.”

“There are different kinds?”

“Sure.” She gives me a strange look. “I mean, there’s the kind I get from a vibrator, that’s more about pressure, you know, intense, but like, localized around my clit. Then there are the orgasms when a guy goes down on me. Those are slower, but crazy good. Like, waves through my whole body. And then there are the best kind.”

“Uh huh?” I’m embarrassed to be asking her, but I want more details.

“Mmm.” Justine grins. “Penetrative orgasms. When his dick works me up just right, the friction, you know? Sliding in and out, until I can’t take it anymore and my whole body just, shatters. And if he works my clit too?” She whistles. “Huh. Maybe I should give the one of my guys a call. That got me in the mood.” She glances at the time. “Damn, I have to get to court. See you later!”

She leaves me stunned at my cubicle. Clearly, I’m no better than a virgin. Twenty-three years old and I don’t even know what a real orgasm feels like.

But I bet Vaughn could teach you.

I picture that ravenous look in his eyes and feel a shiver. He’s made it clear, he wants me. But I barely know the guy.

You’d get to know him pretty well if you took him up on his invitation.

No.

I shove the thought of him to the back of my mind, and focus on work instead. I’m a serious woman. I have goals and ambition. I shouldn’t be wasting my time drooling over some dirty-talking stranger -- no matter how much my body wants—no, needs—his touch.