Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

“It’s okay,” she said, sipping her drink. “You are a sexy old guy.”

Her cheeks immediately went red, realizing that she had indeed said that out loud. I was silent for a moment and then started laughing hard, watching as she let go of her embarrassment and laughed along with me. She slid her hand down on my leg as she took a deep breath in, trying to control her laughter. Who knew she was sexy, ambitious, and so much fun to be around as well. How was this girl still single?

“This has been such a great night,” she said. “I’m glad I decided to come. I’m usually boring and spend my weekends preparing for work the next week. Catching up on stuff I couldn’t get done during the days.”

“You, too? I’m usually the only person in the high-rise on the weekends,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well, if you’re there, most likely I’ll come there, too, so I can work at the office and not my dining room table,” she replied.

“You’re always welcome,” I said, trying to keep my mind off the fact that we would be alone in the office on a weekend together.

We sat and had one more drink, talking about our lives, laughing at ourselves, and flirting relentlessly. She was sitting so close to me that when she turned in her stool, her crossed legs were between mine. I reached down and put my hand on her bare thigh, handing the bartender my credit card to pay.

“Why don’t you let me drive you home,” I said.

“Okay,” she accepted. “I would love that. The cabs in this city can be terrifying sometimes.”

“That’s why as soon as I could afford it, I hired a car service,” I said, laughing. “Except I live in the building across from the office, so I walk to work every morning.”

“Well, that’s convenient,” she laughed. “I live about six blocks away, which isn’t too bad. Thanks to Daddy, of course. I never claimed to be a girl who’s struggling right out of college. I am pretty lucky, actually.”

“I’m impressed at how well your father manages money,” I said, surprised he still had that nest egg he had been building.

“Yeah, well, it's not easy with my mother.” Her wry tone told me a lot about her feelings toward her mother. It was a good sign she didn’t take after the woman.

I stood up from the bar and wrapped my coat around her shoulders, leading her to the car parked out front. We sat close in the back, her thighs rubbing up against my legs. I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was just too much restraint for me. I turned toward her and ran my hand up her thigh, feeling her breathing grow heavier as my lips touched hers. She immediately leaned into the kiss, a small moan escaping her throat. I could tell she had been waiting for this as much as I had been. Our mouths swirled around each other’s, and my tongue parted her lips, tasting the sweet wine on her tongue. Her perfume engulfed me and immediately my pants were tight, my cock responding to the warmth between her thighs.

When we pulled up in front of the apartment, both of our cheeks were red, and I walked her up to her second-floor condo. We stood outside the door, immediately embracing and kissing so heavily, I could barely catch my breath. I pressed my hard cock against her side, wanting so badly for her to invite me in. Everything about her stirred the man that I was, and I knew there was no way I could hold back any longer. I wanted to rip her clothes off and taste her skin in my mouth. I wanted to know what she sounded like as I plunged my cock deep inside of her. As the thoughts ran wildly through my mind, she pulled away from my kiss and stared at me with her deep, dark eyes. She smirked slightly and turned, unlocking her door and walking inside. I waited for a moment, trying to remember why this was a bad idea, but there was no going back. I walked forward into the darkness.

Chapter 6: Ava

I listened as Tanner followed me inside the apartment and closed the door behind him. I turned the track lighting to low and hung his coat over the breakfast island chairs. Before I could fully turn around, he raced forward and pushed me against the counter, wrapping his hand under my chin and pressing his lips to mine. I could feel the erection in his pants rubbing against my wet, hot crotch, and I wanted him to take me right there and then. His lips were so soft and the taste of whiskey on his breath and cigar on his fingers was incredibly arousing.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles rippling through him. I couldn’t get my mind to slow down. It was like part of me was freaking out while the other part of me was throwing a party, wanting more and more. Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe this was happening for real and not a fantasy. What in the hell was I doing? But, I knew the answer to that. I was enjoying my life and giving in to my urges, that was what I was doing. I was finally being a mid-twenties woman who had everything on the right track and was making decisions based on what I wanted, not what everyone else wanted for me. His lips were so damn soft, and his hands felt so good around me, I couldn’t even begin to think of backing away from him.

He ran his hands up my sides and lifted my dress up, tickling the skin above my thigh high stockings. I leaned my head back, and he trailed his lips down my neck, making my heart beat wildly in my chest. I had to stop. I had to get control over what I was doing, but it was so difficult. Between the alcohol and the fact that I had wanted this since the first day, my mind was the only thing saying stop while the rest of me was screaming for him to take me. I could feel his hand shifting to the inside of my thigh, and I slowly moved my legs apart, letting him run his fingers up to the edge of my panties. He slid his fingertips right next to my wetness and a gasp and moan escaped my chest. I opened my eyes and brought my legs back together, trying to get myself into a place where I could control myself.

He leaned back, grabbing the back of the chair next to him and breathed deeply. I could tell he was trying to control himself as well, and I was fighting myself to keep my hands to myself. I wanted to pull him back in, keep going, and just let the night take us. Then, there was my conscious, and it was starting to rear its ugly head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I n

eed to have better self-control than that.”

“Don’t apologize.” I smiled. “It is not your fault that I want you so badly. This attraction is out of control.”

“It is,” he said stepping forward, his eyes darkening again.

Slowly he reached his hand up, pushing the rogue strands of hair from my face and leaning in, kissing my lips ever so lightly. I could feel electricity move through my entire body, and I held my breath, not wanting the moment to end. He pushed his mouth harder against mine, but before I could reach my hands forward to pull him in close, the phone on the counter next to us went off. I looked over and saw my father’s name on the screen. Tanner started to laugh, and I turned the phone over, allowing it to go to voicemail.

“If that isn’t a sign,” he said, “I don’t know what is.”

“I had a really good night.” I reaching up and kissed his cheek. “Maybe this is all for the best.”

He smiled and grabbed his coat off the chair, wrapping it around his shoulders. I walked him to the door and stood there as he leaned over and kissed me softly, pulling away before we could get ourselves lost in another kiss. I watched as he left, blushing when he looked back and flashed me a charming smile. I closed the door and locked it, leaning my back against the cold metal and sighing. That man was going to drive me absolutely insane. Just as that thought passed through my mind, I could hear the beeping of my phone, letting me know I had a missed call. I sighed and walked over, figuring I should probably call my father back before he called again. I dialed the number and sat down on the couch in the living room, bracing myself for the conversation.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said.

“Hi, Daddy.”