The Seduction(17)

Special... The truth is, I wouldn’t even be faking it. Keely is unique -- she’s the only woman to turn me down flat in, well, I can’t even remember how long. Not since my balls dropped and my sixth-grade baby-sitter gave me a hands-on demonstration in ‘hunt the clit.’

And that way she looked at me when her hands wrapped around my cock. I’ve never had someone challenge me like that. As bold as her words were, when push came to shove, I never expected her to be so game. Who knew Little Miss Library could be so saucy?

So, fine, I decide, grabbing my phone again. I can do romance. I can make like fucking Romeo if it means I get to taste her delicious pussy again -- and this time, I won’t be licking her juices off her fingers. No, I’m going to be buried tongue-deep in her cunt working her clit until she’s begging for mercy.

I find the number of the nearest florist and place the call.

“Yeah, I’d like to make an order...”





ELEVEN

KEELY

“Who is this guy, Rockefeller?” Justine surveys my desk with a smirk. “That’s like the fourth delivery this week.”

“Fifth,” I answer with a sigh. My cubicle is filled to the brim with roses, chocolates, and even a five-foot stuffed teddy-bear. “He sent candy too. Godiva. You want some?”

“Uh, hell yes!”

Justine attacks the gold-wrapped box, biting into a truffle with a moan. “What are you looking so blue about?” She pauses, noticing my expression. “If I had a man showering me with extravagant gifts, I’d be over the moon. Is he ugly?” she adds, looking sympathetic. “Small? Like, Tiny Texan?” She wiggles her pinky finger.

“No, definitely not.” I flashback to Vaughn’s massive member and blush. “But he’s a client, I can’t date him. It’s the rules.”

“Screw the rules.” Justine helps herself to another chocolate. “Remember that super-fine lawyer on the Bulway case last year? I screwed him in the stationary closet between depositions.”

I gape. “But he was opposition counsel.”

“And I was opposed to letting his fine ass walk out of here without sampling the goods.” Justine snickers. “If this guy’s working so hard to get your attention, what are you scared of?”

What am I scared of?

That’s the question I ask myself for the hundredth time as I go hide in the stacks of the law library upstairs. Saying he’s a client is only an excuse. Justine isn’t the only one who breaks the rules -- everyone fraternizes with clients around here. And it’s not like I’m dating anyone else.

No, I have no excuses to cling to anymore. Vaughn is smart, edgy, and sexy as hell. Every time we meet, it’s like a tug of war—a battle to see who will come out on top. I never thought I’d like this kind of thing, but it’s so hot I can’t imagine wanting anything else. And he’s already given me the most thrilling, dirty sexual experience of my life.

I go to sleep at night wet and aching, remembering the feel of his thick hardness in my hands, imagining that my wandering fingers are his own -- searching for a release that is nowhere near as earth-shattering as the one he’s given me.

That’s the problem, the secret I can’t tell Justine: it scares me, how quickly my body responds to him. How my good sense goes flying out the window the moment he comes around. I’ve never felt anything like it, and God, that terrifies me somehow, knowing how much I want him. There’s a darkness to him that I’ve never known before, a mystery I can’t help but want to solve. This man has secrets, and I’m just longing to discover them all. I’ve never felt this way before. And to be totally honest, I’m scared. Scared to take that step over the ledge and let it all go.

What would it be like to surrender completely? Let him make good on all those filthy promises, show me the pleasure I know he has in his grasp.

* * *

“You’re hiding from me.”

I close my eyes at the sound of his voice, so sexy and rasping. I should have known he’d come find me. That he wouldn’t give up the chase, not even for a minute.

“Other guys would take the hint.” I open my eyes to find him leaning against a stack of law books, watching me with amusement. There’s an annoyed edge in my voice, thank God; the second he spoke, I felt a clench in my thighs but at least I still sound like I’m keeping my cool.

“I’m not like other guys.” Vaughn strolls closer. “But you already know that. Did you get my flowers?”

I nod. “And candy. And jewelry. What did you do, clean out the Hallmark store?”

Vaughn grins. “I looked, but I couldn’t find a card that says, ‘Congratulations on your hand job.’”