The Seduction(9)
Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”
I hide a laugh. I’m just fucking with her. Porn is way below my pay-grade. Those guys are just pieces of meat, fucking anyone shoved in front of the camera. It’s nothing like what I do: no artistry, no challenge.
No chase.
But Keely’s looking at me with that deer-in-the-headlights stare, so I lie. “Sure.” I grin, teasing. “Everybody’s got a gift, and mine’s making a woman come screaming in sixty seconds flat.”
Instead of looking stunned again, she relaxes. Her lips twitch with amusement. “I hate to break it to you, but nobody comes that fast.”
“Oh yeah? Sure doesn’t seem that way to me.”
Keely gives me a knowing look. “Women fake it, you know.”
I growl in annoyance. “You can’t fake a pussy clenching round my dick like a fucking earthquake,” I tell her. “Or have you never come so hard you passed out?”
She rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t happen.”
I smirk. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
Keely looks flustered. She glances back at her notepad. “We shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s not appropriate.”
“You started it,” I reply.
She frowns. “I did not.”
I lean closer, dropping my voice. “You started it the minute you looked at me like that.”
“How?” she demands.
“Like you’re imagining me balls-deep in your delicious pussy.” I hold her gaze, watching her eyeballs dilate with shock and desire.
She likes it when I talk dirty, huh? Little Miss Innocent’s got a kinky side after all.
Hmmm, I assess her again, wondering if she’d like getting tied up. Blind-folded and fucked senseless with her body strapped across my bed. Or maybe she’d like to try a threesome. I could have Lola come by, and teach her how to lick pussy while I pound her from behind...
I feel myself getting hard, so I stop that particular fantasy dead in its tracks.
Besides, I remind myself, it doesn’t matter how she likes it. I don’t even care if she comes. I only need to fuck her -- and get the proof.
“Can we please talk about business?” Keely looks as if she’s about to bolt for the door.
“Anything you like.”
“Good.” She nods, about to go back to her notes, when there’s a knock at the door.
“Keely?” The girl from reception pokes her head around. “There’s a call for Carter. It’s June, and she sounds urgent. Can you talk to her?”
Keely looks up. “Yes, put her through.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, when the girl leaves. “Another client, I need to see what’s going on.”
“Be my guest.”
She goes to the desk and when the phone flashes a moment later, she picks up. “June? Mr. Abrams is not here right now. What’s going on?” She pauses, then looks alarmed. “The hospital? Is he OK?” Keely nods. “Of course, I’ll have the will messengered over. They have a notary public on staff. Mr. Ashcroft will be able to sign right away.”
Mr. Ashcroft.
The name sends a chill like ice through my body. It can’t be.
Dark memories flood my mind, but I order myself to stay cool, lounging back in my seat until she hangs up.
It’s a coincidence, it has to be.
“A client?” I ask when she puts the phone down. I keep my voice casual, like every muscle in my body isn’t screaming out with tension.
She sighs. “Yes, I’m drafting his will, and just in time. He’s had three strokes already. His nurse didn’t sound confident.”
“Huh.” I wonder if there’s a way to dig some more without looking suspicious. “Well, good luck to him.”
She gives me a distracted smile. “Look, would you mind rescheduling? I need to get these files sent straight over.”
“Of course.” I’m glad to get away to regroup. Hearing that name has sent me off-balance, and I need to get my shit together.
Keely moves to the door, and watching that body in motion, I remember just what brought me here today. Fuck the ghosts of my past, I’ve got a mission right here.
I step to block her path, looming above her. I reach out and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Yeah, this one will be easy. “How about dinner, tonight, my place?”
Keely’s mouth drops open. Fuck, her lips are juicy. “I meant, reschedule the meeting. With Mr. Abrams,” she says, blinking.
“But your boss won’t look half as good naked on my living room floor,” I reply. “I’m going to fuck you there first.” She trembles against me, her body so ripe and ready I could screw her right here. “I won’t wait to get to the bedroom,” I promise her. “I’m just going to shove that skirt up around your waist and fuck you, hard and dirty how you like it.”