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The Seduction 4
Part 4 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placesand incidents either are products of the author’s imagination orare used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or localesor persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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You want to know how a woman tastes when shecomes?
Delicious.
Don’t give me that bullshit about lockjaw.Those guys who can’t deal with going down on a woman, they’re thepussies. A real man gives as good as he gets, and you can be surethat if I’ve been thrusting my cock into a pair of tight, wet lips,I’m going to be doing the same damn thing with my tongue soonenough.
And I’m not talking about her mouth.
Yeah, there’s an art to making a womanscream the fucking house down, and I’m the master. TheMichaelangelo of eating pussy. See, you’ve got to make her beg forit, tease her clit with soft, slow licks, find the rhythm, neveronce let up. Probe into her cunt to taste all that sweetness, anddon’t think that’s all it’s going to take. Your fingers are welcometo that slick, juicy party.
Hell, they’re the guests of finger-fuckinghonor.
Feel the way she bears down on you when youslide them in just right? That’s it. She’s getting closer. Grindingagainst your hand, clenching your head in her thighs so tight shecould cut off air supply. But you don’t give her what she wants,not just yet. Hold her down and take it slow. Better yet, tie herto the bed while you torment her with more of those long, slowlicks, another deep, sliding plunge inside.
Feels good, doesn’t it? Making her beg,feeling her body shudder at your command. Yeah, there’s nothingsubmissive about being down there between her thighs. You’re theone in control now.
And when she’s desperate, writhing andmewling, cursing your name and demanding you just throw her downand fuck her already? That’s when you finally give her what sheneeds. Thrust your fingers deeper, stretch that tight little pussyall the way. Devour her clit, suck it hard and keep on sucking.Don’t let up, don’t show her mercy, and soon enough she’ll comesscreaming like she just saw God.
Because if she looked down, she justdid.
That’s the moment that turns me on everytime. Feeling her cunt clench around me, that hot rush ofsweetness. When she’s gone, out of fucking control, and I’m theonly one who got her there.
Yeah, I’ve tasted some sweet pussies in mytime. But nothing has ever been as good at her.
Keely Fawes.
That woman can undo me like no one else. Thefeel of her luscious body, the friction of my cock buried deepinside her tight, wet cunt. But more than that, it’s the way shelooks when she’s falling over the edge, the shock of her surrenderas her body unravels, the ecstasy on that beautiful face. It hitsme every time.
She was supposed to be just another job: arandom girl to fuck, at my client’s command. But she played hard toget; she demanded more from me than just a night of cheap sex. Shewanted to see who I really was behind all the expensive suits anddirty talk. She trusted me when she had no reason. She saw the goodin me, the man I could have been in another life, under differentcircumstance. And dammit, if I didn’t let my defenses crack.
One tiny hairline fracture, and it shatteredmy whole world.
I swore I would use her as revenge, butshe’s the one who destroyed me in the end. She found out I washired to seduce her; now she’s shut me out, sent me away for good,but I can’t forget her.
I won’t just walk away.
She’s in danger and I have to protect her. Ihave to make her see I’ve changed. All for her.
Even if I die trying.
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KEELY
“If we move the Jurgen meeting to Thursday,can you get those notes typed up and filed ASAP? And tell my threeo’clock I need to move him to five. Oh, and call Miami and tellthem maybe on the new project, but I need to see the projectionsagain.”
“...Projections... Got it.” My assistant,Sandra, scribbles quickly in her notebook. “Can I get you anything.Water, aspirin?” She frowns at me, concerned. “You should really betaking it easy, after what happened.”
“I’m fine,” I protest. “The doctors gave methe all-clear days ago. Just a few bruises. Tell her, Cam,” I add,seeing my second-in-command enter my office.
Cam laughs, answering with a faint Scottishaccent. “It’ll take more than a tumble to dent this one,” hereassures Sandra with a charming grin. “She’s made of sternerstuff.”
Sandra doesn’t look convinced. “That hotelshould be sued,” she says, “Leaving wet stairs with no signs. It’sa wonder you didn’t kill yourself, slipping like that.”
Cam and I exchange a look. The truth is, itwasn’t water that sent me tumbling down a steep flight of concretesteps. But until we know who pushed me that night, we’re stickingto our story. Things are bad enough with the press without themknowing there’s someone out to hurt me.
Not that my u
Even now, I feel a shock of pain justthinking about him. Vaughn. I still can’t believe the man I trustedwas actually a paid employee of my rival, Brent, hired to seduceme. But I had no choice but to accept the truth -- especially withthe evidence right there in front of me in the grainy securityfootage of our very own sex tape. Brent wanted to use the video toforce me out of the company, but I called his bluff and refused toresign.
I haven’t heard from him since, but I’m notso foolish to think he’s given up on replacing me yet.
“She’s right,” Cam says, as soon as Sandraleaves.
“Not you too,” I sigh. “I told you both, Ifeel fine. A couple of days cooped up in that hospital room wasmore than enough. I have a company to run, remember?”
A company that can’t risk any more negativepublicity -- not with our share price still unstable, and hostiletakeover bids ready to pounce.
“No, I mean, you could have been killed.”Cam frowns. “We don’t know who tried to hurt you -- or why. Andthat means we can’t stop them trying again.”
I give Cam a careful look. Even he’s notabove my suspicion now. He was my father’s closest advisor, and mylife support since I inherited the company, but until I have proofwho’s out to harm me, I can’t be too careful.
“I’ve got extra security here at the officeand twenty-four-seven surveillance at my apartment,” I try toreassure him. “Trust me, Sandra would tackle anyone to the groundbefore they got through that door.”
Cam manages a chuckle. “I can see there’s noconvincing you to stay home any longer. Are you ready forlunch?”
“Just a minute.” I check my schedule, tryingto remember if there’s anything I’m missing. My life as CEO ofAshcroft Industries is so hectic these days, it sometimes makes memiss the time when all I had to worry about was transcribing notesfor my asshole of a boss, Carter, or studying for the LSAT -- forthe fifteenth time.