Corporate Temptress

Yanking her forward, he pressed his hard body against her soft curves then gazed down into eyes rich with lust. Before he agreed, she needed to get one thing straight. He wasn’t a man who couldn’t handle the likes of her. She clearly held confidence, and while he admired the trait in her, he was equally as self-assured.

He tangled his hand in her silky hair, brought his mouth to hers and she sighed as if she’d craved this kiss as much as he had. Her mouth parted to accept his tongue and he swept this woman into the harsh arousal she’d caused in him. Soft lips moved beneath his and she tasted like mint mouthwash and smelled tempting with a flowery aroma.

He kissed her roughly, with a hard demand to show he controlled this, not the other way around. But as she squirmed against his hard-on, rubbing herself in a beautiful way, she reminded him she controlled him just the same. He might make her lose herself, but the woman had woven a wicked spell over him too.

Keeping his tight grip in her hair, he backed away, pinning her where he wanted her. She’d given him the right to unleash himself on her. Now there was no going back. She wanted a fuck and he planned to fuck her. “I agree to your conditions.”

Her pretty crystal-clear eyes held his focus. “Come to my house tonight at eight o’clock.” She gave her seductive smile. “My receptionist will give you my address on the way out.”

There were her demands again. Good thing he didn’t much care now and accepted the challenge. He trailed his finger up her inner thigh and as he pushed her skirt up, her breath hitched. When his finger drifted over her silky flesh, her eyes widened.

He arched an eyebrow. “No panties, Brooke. You’re a naughty girl. If I would’ve known this, I assure you I wouldn’t have waited for your offer, since you’re begging to get fucked.”

Her arousal covered his finger and he drew the digit up her lower lips to her clit, all the while dealing with his aching cock. The scent of her arousal drifted through his nostrils and he pressed his dick against her thigh. While he did this to punish her, he realized it punished him at the same time.

When moans poured from her mouth, he grinned and removed his hand. He lifted his finger to his mouth, sucked on each digit and savored her taste on his tongue. The woman melted before him, eyes darkened, and she sizzled, exactly how he wanted to leave her.

He slapped her ass, feeling it shake beneath his hand, and she gasped. “Tonight it is, Ms. Silverwood.” Leaving her behind in a mess of arousal, he strode for the door and chuckled.

Let the games begin…

Chapter Two

The mansion stood out in the night sky and impressed Evan. He’d never dated—not that he’d call tonight a date—a woman who carried the same wealth as he. He liked knowing that Brooke took care of herself, had the ability to provide for her life on her own and more so, didn’t look to him for his money. Her stability made her all the more attractive.

Striding forward, he trotted up the steps leading him onto the porch. At the mahogany front door, he knocked, and a moment later it opened to a thin woman in her early thirties. “Mr. Marshall?” At his nod, she opened the door wider. “Please come in. Ms. Silverwood is expecting you.”

He entered the home, further awestruck. Modern to the hilt, nothing in this home appeared less than top-of-the-line. Even the marble floors exuded richness. While he was simpler in his tastes, his house not nearly as lavish, he didn’t mind that Brooke showed off her hard work with a beautiful home.

“She’s waiting for you in her office,” the woman said.

He glanced over at her, surprised that Brooke hadn’t greeted him. “And you would be?”

“I’m Ms. Silverwood’s assistant, Melanie.” She stepped through the door, stopping once outside and glancing back at him. “Ms. Silverwood asked for me to show you in tonight, but I’m off now.” Her grin looked up to no good. “The office is the third door on the right.” She pointed down the hallway and he followed her direction to guide his way, then turned back to her when she said, “Enjoy yourself, sir.”

“Thank you.”

With a soft chuckle, Melanie shut the door behind her and Evan removed his shoes, placing them by the wall. His mind ran wild with thoughts about what the assistant knew that he didn’t. He suspected maybe the two were friends and Brooke had told her of their arrangement tonight. Instead of playing with those images, he sought to discover the truth f

or himself.

As he strode down the hallway, silence surrounded him, only making his thoughts run wild. At the third door, he drew in a deep breath, centering himself then entered the office. It appeared simple enough, modern design similar to the rest of the house, but within one step, he stopped dead in his tracks. The blood in his veins rushed straight to his dick, hardening it so fast he moaned.

Fuck me!

Brooke sat in a chair, wearing a black lace bra, garter and fishnet stockings. That could make any man stumble, but her position left his mouth agape. She leaned back in the chair, both legs draped over the armrests, and she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy drew his gaze. Mostly bare except for the line traveling from her clit pointing upward.

Beautiful.

With the soft light angled down on her to showcase the view, he noticed moisture already glistening against the pink flesh, her skin swollen and begging for him. Christ, he salivated for her.

“Pretty, aren’t I?” she asked.

He glanced away from that delicious cunt and looked up at her face. The makeup around her eyes was darker now and she was an erotic treasure. “You’re very sexy, Brooke.”

“I’m pleased you think so.” She slid her finger over the swell of her breast, drawing his attention to those big breasts sitting perfectly in her bra. “Now I do believe if we’re to become business partners, I should see how efficient you are.”

He glanced away from her trailing finger to her crystal-blue eyes and arched an eyebrow. “By pleasuring you?”