The Seduction 2(13)

She couldn’t be more blatant if she ripped off all her clothes and spread her legs right here against the wall.

But I’m surprised to find my cock doesn’t stir at the invitation. She’s way too obvious. No mystery. No challenge. She’d be on her knees in a heartbeat, and not because she likes the surrender. Because she’s too fucking dumb to even think of resisting me.

Not like Keely.

“I need you to put that shit away and get us some water refills,” I tell her curtly. Shock crashes over her face, but I don’t stick around to see. I head back to my table, determination growing.

There’s one thing that will wipe away the past right now, and it’s the girl sitting right there waiting for me. Sipping her champagne, nervously fidgeting with her napkin.

Asking for trouble.

I’ve humored her attempts to get to know me for long enough. I’m not going to waste a damn fine evening on chit-chat and useless bullshit.

Not when I have dirtier things in mind.

“Miss me, baby?” I reach the table. Instead of sitting back down, I grab her face and tilt it up to me, claiming her mouth with a hard, deep kiss.

Releasing her, I take my seat, watching her reaction with pleasure. She’s breathing fast, her pupils dilated.

Damn right, you missed me.

“I didn’t tell you before, you look beautiful in that dress.” I take a drink of champagne. “Every guy in this place is wishing he was at this table right now.”

Keely raises an eyebrow. Damn. Any other woman would be swooning right now over that bullshit line, but not this one.

She’s too smart for that.

“Thank you,” she says.

I lean closer.

“What color are your panties?”

Instead of looking shocked, she laughs. “Black.” Keely gives me a flirty little smile. “To match my garters”

My cock leaps. Damn.

I reach under the long tablecloth, and slip a hand up her soft thigh until I hit the lacy band. ”Good girl,” I tell her, already picturing what I’m going to do with them. Bind her hands behind her back and fuck her brains out, for starters.

I reach higher. She pushes my hand away. “Oh no, you don’t.” Keely sips champagne, her eyes sparkling. “We have a deal. You’re not doing anything like that until dinner is over.”

Her voice is flirty. Teasing. She thinks she’s got the upper hand.

Big mistake.

“You’re right.” I sit back, placing both my hands on the table. “I’m not going to touch you.

You’re going to touch yourself.”





10

KEELY

I choke on my champagne.

“What?” I gasp, not believing what he just said. “No. You’re insane.”

Vaughn just watches me with that sexy, blue-eyed stare. “The tablecloth will hide everything.” He smirks a teasing grin. “Nobody’s going to know.”

I can’t believe he’s even suggesting it. He’s tempted me into doing some filthy things before, but that’s always been just the two of us. Even when he went down on me in the library at the office, we were hidden from view. Out of sight and all alone.

But here...?

I look around. We’re on the edge of the packed courtyard, with the nearest tables surrounding us just a few feet away. There’s a steady buzz of activity: new diners being seated, wait staff bringing food and drink. This is a place to see and be seen, and half the people here aren’t even paying attention to their own dining companions, they’re all too busy scanning the room for some kind of gossip or stars.

I feel myself blushing hot. I don’t want to back down from the challenge, but this is wild, even for him.

Vaughn leans forwards. “Think about it,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low. “Your fingers sliding against your clit, stroking over and over until you can’t stop. Plunging deep into that juicy cunt.”

My pulse kicks, and I feel a rush of damp between my thighs. The white linen tablecloth drapes to the ground, covering my lap. My right side is fully exposed to the courtyard, but on my left is an ivy-covered wall, strung with tiny lights. If I was careful and discreet...

Vaughn gives me a smoldering grin. “You want to. You’re already wet for me, I can see it written all over your pretty face. So do it, baby, go right ahead. Come your brains out in front of everyone.” He winks. “I promise I won’t tell.”

I flush, but I don’t back down. He keeps thinking he can shock me, that I’ll meekly follow whatever he says. Well maybe this time I’ll be the one to shock him.

“Are you sure you can keep your hands to yourself?” I ask, teasing.

“Only if you do the work for me,” he replies.