The Seduction 2(10)
And I’ll savor every fucking minute of it.
8
KEELY
The prospect of a date with Vaughn is enough to distract me from the fact my career might be over before it’s even begun. When he comes to pick me up at my place later in the evening, my stomach is tied up in knots.
As I watch him climb out his silver sports car and confidently climb my steps, a rebellious part of me wonders why I’m insisting on this charade of dinner. We both know, I won’t resist him anymore. All it would take is a couple of filthy words, murmured low in my ear, and I’d be on my knees for him, sucking him deep, reveling in the freedom of surrender.
And that’s just for starters...
I push the tantalizing images away as the doorbell sounds. I take a deep breath, and answer.
Holy crap.
“Cat got your tongue?” Vaughn looks amused. And sexy as hell. Fuck, he’s wearing a crisp white shirt, open at the collar to show his golden tan. Navy pants, and dress shoes, he’s made an effort.
“I’m fine.” I finally recover the power of speech. “Come on in, I just have to get my purse.”
Vaughn steps inside, and looks around.
It’s weird to imagine the place through his eyes. I’ve done what I can with thrift store finds and cheap decorations, but I’m painfully self-conscious about the gaping chasm between this humble apartment and Vaughn’s incredible hilltop home.
He doesn’t say a word, so I find my purse and take a final look in the bedroom mirror. Without work to keep me occupied, I had all day to obsess about this date. I even went window shopping in some of the stores downtown, but I couldn’t bring myself to splurge on a new outfit just yet. I can’t believe the Ashcroft money is real, and until the estate gives me access to his accounts, I’m not spending a penny more than I normally would.
Especially since I’m fired from work, and I may never find another job. But I decided, I’m not going to think about this tonight, I need to distract myself from the enormity of what is going on and just try to live a little. So, I focused on the things I can control right now: picking out one of my favorite dresses, a simple sheath in navy blue silk, and styling my hair to flow in messy waves. Remembering Vaughn’s instructions to me last time, I even wore garters and stockings, a secret whisper of lace against my thighs that puts a swing in my step as I head back out into the living room.
“All set,” I tell him.
Vaughn gives me a smoldering look. “Sure you don’t want to change your mind?” he asks, his voice shivering through me, low and rasping. “We could stay here instead. See how long that headboard of yours lasts once you’re tied down, and I’m fucking your sweet pussy with my tongue.”
My heart stops. “Vaughn,” I whisper, heat flooding between my thighs.
“Or we can go back to mine.” He comes closer, taking hold of my jaw. “I’ve got a gift for you, a special surprise.”
I start to protest, but he pushes his thumb into my mouth. His skin slides rough against my tongue. I have to hold back a moan.
“You like it when I fill you up, don’t you?” he murmurs, watching me. “Your wet little mouth. Your tight dripping cunt...” A wicked smile spreads across his mouth. He slides his thumb deeper, forcing me to suck as he leans to whisper in my ear.
“Has your ass been lonely without me?”
Oh. My. God.
I wrench away, blushing. “Dinner,” I insist. My head spins. “You promised.”
Vaughn smiles, standing aside to let me pass. “Very well. But don’t think for a moment I’m letting you off easy. You’re my dessert, Keely, and I’m going to eat you for days.”
* * *
We drive across the city, the streets disappearing smoothly under the wheels of his sleek car. I slide lower in the leather seat, noting the luxurious interior and way the car glides through traffic.
“This is an amazing car,” I tell him. “I’ve never been in anything like it before.”
Vaughn smiles. He’s casual in the driver’s seat, looking like he’s in some commercial. “I grew up dreaming about owning one, I had a model, a toy thing. First big paycheck I got, I went straight down the dealership and took it for a spin.”
“That wasn’t hard now, was it?” I say with a smile. “I asked you a question, you shared something about yourself.”
“Believe me, baby. I’m plenty hard.” Vaughn grabs my hand and moves it to his crotch so I can feel the outline of his cock pressing through his pants.
He’s so big, I can’t believe it.
Big, and hard and hot.
I inhale in a rush, remembering it all. The thick spear of muscle, rearing up in front of me. How good he felt in my hands.