The Seduction(8)

Deep blue, like a sapphire, or maybe like a summer’s ocean – oh God, I’m thinking like a middle schooler just looking at him.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs.

“I rushed to get here,” I lie. I start to pull my hand away, but he holds tight. His thumb strokes softly over my palm, a shockingly intimate gesture that sends a wave of desire coursing through my body.

“You look sexy, all flustered like that,” he tells me, those blue eyes flashing with wickedness. “Like someone just fucked your brains out.”

I gasp, snatching my hand away. How does he say these things? Just hearing such brazen words, my nipples feel tight, and I’m damp between my thighs. Who talks like this? And why do I like it?

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” I turn away. “I wonder where Carter is,” I say, looking around. There’s no sign of him -- or his assistant. Which can mean only one thing. “You’ll have to make another appointment,” I say over my shoulder.

I go to the door, eager to put safe distance between us.

“Why can’t you take the meeting?” Vaughn’s voice stops me.

“I’m not a lawyer.”

“You don’t want to be alone with me.” He watches me, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

I squirm under his gaze. “I’m not qualified. I don’t even know your case...”

“It’s just a simple incorporation,” Vaughn dismisses my protests. “Unless you want me to tell your boss how you said I had to leave.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You meant it, though.” Vaughn strolls closer, looking at me with a glint of challenge in his eyes. “What do you say, Keely? Or are you worried spending five minutes with me will make you drop your panties and spread those gorgeous legs for me?”

His words send another bolt of desire through me, but this time, I force myself to act unruffled. “Fine.” I shrug, as if my heart isn’t racing to have him stand so close. “I’ll take the meeting.” I can deal with him and keep my shit together.

I walk over to one of the chairs and get my notebook out. Vaughn pauses a moment, watching me, then takes a seat opposite. The way he’s staring at me says that business is the last thing on his mind, and I wonder if I’ve made a huge mistake letting him stay.

This man is dangerous.

I clear my throat and send up a prayer that I make it through this meeting without blushing. “Let’s get started.”





SIX

VAUGHN

Damn, is she cute, sitting there trying her best to look like she isn’t turned on -- and failing. Miserably. Her skirt hugs the juicy curve of her ass, and I wonder what kind of panties she’s wearing under there.

White lace, I bet. Demure. Innocent.

I imagine ripping them off her creamy thighs and burying my cock deep inside of her. She looks all good and proper, but it’s the good girls who have the kinkiest side. Yeah, she’ll be screaming blue murder by the time I’m done spanking her.

“What’s your business?” Keely asks. She looks sternly down at her notebook, all business, but I can hear the tremble in her breath. “There are several routes to incorporation we could take, but they would depend on your specific needs.”

“My needs?” I lounge back in my seat, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls under her silk blouse. It’s buttoned up high to her throat, but all the covering in the world can’t disguise those lush curves. “Well, right now I need to feel how wet your pussy is.”

Keely’s cheeks blaze red. “You have to stop saying things like that.” She glares at me. “You’re just trying to shock me. It’s not working.”

“No,” I laugh. “If I wanted to shock you, I’d tell you that I’m picturing you tied to my bed, with my cock shoved down your throat and my tongue lapping up your cunt.”

She inhales sharply. Damn, this is fun. I watch her, amused. Other women would have made a show of storming out by now.

But this girl? Her jaw is set defiantly, like she’s willing herself to stay cool. Well, we’ll just see about that.

“What do you do for a living?” she asks, determined to get her job done.

“Hmmm.” I ponder my response. “I guess you can say I’m in the entertainment industry.”

Her gaze flips up. “I should have guessed,” she murmurs.

“What do you mean?”

Her cheeks flush. “I just meant that you’re so arrogant. You think everything is one big show.”

Whoa. Feisty. I like it. “Not my scene. But, I always thought about going into porn.”