Entice, page 6
He takes hold of me again, and we sway to the sexy music that moves us. He stays behind me, and we move like our bodies were made to dance together. Each move is electric and scandalous. He makes sure that as I wiggle my hips, he’s grinding against me, moving with me too.
I forget where we are.
I forget that people are watching us. There are people down below on the dance floor who can see us, and the bartender behind the private bar is just there across from us.
These types of movements are best reserved for the bedroom and definitely not done with your boss.
I forget everything and remember that the club is like one big bedroom, just with more people. It’s not the creepy, seedy type of vision you’d get when you think of a sex club.
It’s fantasy.
Everything about it has that dreamlike feel, except it’s real.
It’s not long before Josh’s hands travel up my waist to cup my breasts, and as he does, I lean back into him and turn my head up so we can kiss.
While our tongues work each other, he gives my breasts a good feel, and I do my best to move over his cock with my ass so I can pleasure him too. I’m different from last night. So very different. More confident and sure about what I want.
It’s like I’ve become that woman I wanted to be when I first stepped through the doors.
Confident, sexy, daring.
I’m here now. I’m here now with him. I must be because I’m not resisting or doing anything of the sort when he guides me over to the sofa and takes off my slip.
The slip has a built-in bra, so all I’m left in is my panties and heels. The way he wants me.
A wicked smile spreads across his face. My mouth waters when he pulls off his shirt, revealing that fantasy body which fits in perfect with the dreamlike feel of the place. In one quick second, he sheds the rest of his clothes, and my eyes land on his perfectly erect cock.
I’m that woman again, because I reach down and take it like I’m supposed to and love the groan that leaves his lips as I run my hands over his smooth length.
I start pumping, and his cock strains upward, growing in my hands. He clamps a firm hand on my wrist, stopping me from going further.
“You get to play with that later. I need to be inside you now,” he says.
I giggle when he grabs my waist and pulls me down into his lap as he sits on the sofa. I straddle him, and he fills his palms with the cheeks of my ass, squeezing, then moving my panties aside so he can push his cock into me.
It’s only when he enters my pussy and I arch my back that I see a couple below watching us, and my awareness returns to me again.
All that time I touched him, I got lost in the fantasy. Now, reality has creeped back in. I’m having sex in public, and people are watching, but… it doesn’t stop me.
Josh smooths his hand up my back as he moves faster into me, fucking me. His hand glides up to the back of my neck, and I focus on him.
“Look at me, baby, focus on us and the movement. You’ll enjoy it more if you do that,” Josh says.
“Okay…” I stutter and press into him as he squeezes my hips and starts fucking me hard.
His cock pulses in my pussy, and my walls tighten. I’m already on the verge of coming, and I know I won’t last.
“You’re even more beautiful when you get lost in pleasure,” he says, pulling my head right up to his. “Give yourself to me, Giselle, stop resisting.”
I didn’t realize I was, but I know what he means. It was the hesitation of everything. Being here and being seen.
I smooth my hands up his jaw, running my fingers over the scruff, and I kiss him.
I kiss him hard, showing him how much I want him, and I get sucked into the fantasy again. I allow him to take me. I give myself to him and hand over that logic I so often rely on.
When his cock pulses inside me, that tension that was coiling deep within my groin pushes up, rising higher and higher like a pressure cooker, and when it reaches the top, it explodes, and I throw my head back, crying out into the release that takes me. It’s scandalous and raw, like us.
He pounds harder and faster, rutting into me until he blows hot cum up into my passage. I feel it, and it feels good.
He then reclaims my lips, and I know then that tonight isn’t going to be like last night at all. It’s going to be more. So much more. More of this insane frenzy that’s come over me to be with this man.
It’s the sun that wakes me again.
Just like yesterday.
Yesterday, I freaked because I didn’t want to be late for my first day of work, and today I’m…
Well, I’m not sure yet. I open my eyes, forcing them to stay open against the bright sunlight.
I’m in bed, that same bed from yesterday, but Josh isn’t asleep next to me.
He’s sitting across the room by the window.
The window is open, and he’s in a chair wearing just his boxers, smoking a cigar while he flicks through some files.
He is the one who looks sexy as fuck, and oh my God, last night was even wilder than the night before.
We went to one of the themed rooms. It was one that was futuristic with those fluorescent lights. It was supposed to be something sci-fi related, but we didn’t get to the part of any kind of role play. He just liked the way I looked in the lights.
Then we came here, and it turns out there’s a hot tub outside the room on the terrace. That was where we had the most fun. I didn’t know sex in water could be so much fun.
I didn’t know I could be so much fun, or have it.
Now it’s daylight, and we’re here. I’m here, and I’m supposed to be at work soon. Except he’s here too.
He looks across at me, and I sit up, pulling the covers up to my breasts and allowing my hair to drift over my shoulders.
“Morning,” I say, trying to sound cool and casual.
“Wow…” he replies as he continues to study me.
I find myself laughing. “Are you kidding? I probably look like a cave woman. It’s you who looks wow.” He does.
I don’t know anyone who can pull off the just-got-out-of-bed hair look with such suave and sexiness.
“Thank you, but I’m not joking. Or being nice. I don’t think lies help anybody, so you can trust that I’ll never lie to you.”
That gets me. I shouldn’t be thinking about us as anything other than whatever we are, but it means a lot to hear him say that.
Kirk lied all the time. He lied to me all the time, and getting that sensation that he was cheating on me was awful. I remember when I flat out asked him, and he told me he wasn’t. I knew it was a lie.
Josh straightens up, pulling my attention back to him. He sets the file down on the window bay and takes a draw on the cigar.
“What is that?” I ask, referring to the file.
“Work. I was supposed to bring myself up to speed on my new associate a few days ago, but I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I heard that she went to Stanford, and I decided I didn’t like her.” He allows the cigar to dangle between his thumb and forefinger.
“What’s wrong with Stanford?”
He chuckles. “What’s right with it, baby? I’ve never met anyone who went there who didn’t make anybody else who studied law feel inferior. And fuck, they aren’t nearly as good as most from Harvard.”
This is clearly a Joshua Tanner observation, because I’ve never heard anyone say that.
“Did you go to Harvard?”
“I didn’t. I went to Georgetown, like my father and all the men in my family who are lawyers. But I would have chosen Harvard as my second choice. I doubt, though, that their strict ways would have been suitable for someone like me.” He puts the cigar out on the ashtray in front of him, and a look of seriousness washes over his face. “Come here.”
I start to get up and take the sheet to cover me, but he holds up his hand, stopping me.
“Leave the sheet and walk over to me naked,” he commands, and I obey.
I allow the sheet to fall from me, and I slide off the bed.
My nipples harden from the way he looks at me from head to toe.
When I get to him, he pulls me into his lap, and I glance out the window just to make sure no one can see us. See me. Inside the club is one thing, but being seen naked by people on the street is another.
I’m grateful when I see that we’re so high up in the penthouse suite that no one can see in. The height of the window and angle that we’re sitting in hides us well too.
His eyes drop to my pussy, and he rubs his finger over my already swollen clit.
“So… I’m wondering this…” he says, smoothing his hands up my waist. “I’m already suspicious of anyone from Stanford, and usually, I’d have a person checked out so thoroughly I’d know what they had for dinner over the course of a week. Yet… except for this file, I’m more intrigued to hear more about you from you.”
I tuck my hair behind my ear and hold his gaze. What can I tell him that won’t sound boring?
I bite the inside of my lip. “I’m afraid I just work really hard. There’s not much you’d find outside those files, and over the course of a week, I tend to eat Mexican food. I like it. And it helps that it's easy to prep.”
I barely had a week before I had to start work at Tanners. Prior to starting, I was at a medium-sized firm called Barkers. I wanted to have a week to myself to plan properly and get some rest, but since I needed the money, I carried on working.
“They worked you hard at Barkers?” he asks.
“Yeah, it was busy, and I just had no time. So, Mexican it was in the , with a film.”
God, I sound boring. I should stop talking.
“What film, baby…”
“You want to know what film?”
“Yeah, tell me.”
“I …love old films. Classics like Casablanca or Some Like It Hot. Anything like that.” I press my lips together and feel a blush creep into my cheeks. “My dad used to love them, and he got me hooked when I was a kid. It was our thing. We’d just watch TV when he came back from work. He worked a lot.”
“What did he do?”
“He was a teacher. He taught math. Sorry… this is so boring.”
“No… it’s definitely not boring. I need the picture of what your life's like.”
“Why? You seem to hate anyone from Stanford,” I ask playfully.
“You changed my mind, and in case you didn’t notice, I’m a little obsessed with you.”
“Obsessed?” I have to ask because of the fascination that takes me. I’m intrigued that someone like him can be obsessed with me.
“Yes… so, I’ve finally come up with an offer for you.”
“An offer?” I ask.
“Yes. I like the fun we’re having far too much. How about we continue this for the next three months? We start the day in the office, and we’ll see where we end up.”
“And, um… will there be actual work involved?” I ask tentatively.
He smiles. “Yes. I’ll teach you everything I know. In three months, you’ll be signed off as an attorney, and you’ll be able to work anywhere in Tanners, which means anywhere, really, with the prestige our name carries. And for fun....” He lingers on that last word.
“What?”
“I want you. Three months… for that time, I want you completely. You give yourself to me the way you did last night, and more. I want you for three months. Your body to do whatever I want, anytime I want, and in whatever way I want.”
My breath stills.
I want to ask if this is the kind of thing where if I say no, I won’t get what I want… but I don’t.
I can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s set out his offer the way he has on purpose because he can see I want him too.
Darkness lurks in the depths of his eyes that’s as sexy as it is dangerous. Darkness, mingling with greed, need, and hunger. It robs any form of protest from my mind.
“What say ye, Giselle St. John? Remember… you have a choice.” The smile that dances on his lips pulls at my insides.
“Do I get you too?” I hear myself ask.
He chuckles. “You want me? A nice girl like you wants me? Sweetheart, don’t you see I’m the devil?”
I run my fingers over the tattoo he has inked over his heart. It’s the Japanese character for water.
“I want you too,” I tell him.
“Then yes. Give me an answer, Giselle. I want to hear it.”
“Yes.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
JOSH
The good girl and the fucking devil...
The thought makes my damn mouth water even though I’m drinking coffee.
Matt and I are in the break room at the office. He presses the button on the coffee machine to make his usual cappuccino while he continues to regale me with his recount of the craziness he’s been up to for the last few days.
Officially, it was a business trip, but my best friend is just a little better than me when it comes to thinking up wild sexual adventure. He’s been my partner in crime for as long as I can remember. So, I’m not surprised to hear how he turned that business trip to Phoenix into a sex marathon with the sassy, leggy dark-haired attorney at Porters he’s always battling in court.
Her name is Elena. With her Brazilian beauty, she has that Latina presence about her that has the man staring after her like a dog. It’s his downfall every time, and the worst thing is, she knows it. I’ve been watching this back-and-forward shit play out between them for two years, and it’s so obvious in the courtroom when they argue.
One judge even told them to get a room. I’m so glad they did.
“It was just fucking explosive, Josh, but now that we’re back, I don’t know what the hell to do.” He sips on his drink and looks at me like he actually wants my advice.
I shake my head at him and laugh.
This is the first time I’m seeing him since he left last week. He’s aware of my debacle with Dad and Riley, but I haven’t informed him yet of the newest complication. We’ve spoken on the phone, but I always prefer to talk to him about anything like… well, what I’m up to in person. It’s just the way I am.
“Christ… I think I should ask her out. I should, shouldn’t I?” Matt says, prodding for an answer.
I glare at him because if he doesn’t know that’s obviously the next logical thing to do, he’s more hopeless than I am of finding that special someone. “Matt, you’ve been drooling over the woman for years. Stop being a pansy-ass bitch and take her out.”
“Okay… where though? Restaurants might not be her thing. She’s an excellent cook.”
I just stare at him. “Matt, since when does a woman who’s an excellent cook say no to going to a restaurant?”
“Oh God, what the fuck’s wrong with me?”
He is displaying what I imagine happens when a playboy meets his match. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“Man… I have my own problems.” I wince and think of my little associate who’s had me staring after her like a dog for the last few days.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve just been talking. How’s it been going? You haven’t said. How’s the associate? I still can’t believe your old man is making you train her.”
“Yeah, about that…” The minute I say that, he stills mid-sip because he knows what I’m going to say.
“My God, Josh, you slept with her already?” he hisses and looks over his shoulder to check if we’re still alone.
We are. So, I fill him in on the latest crazy to take me.
The look on his face is surprise mixed with some element of expectation. I understand both. He’s not surprised because I’m with Giselle the way I am, or that I met her at The Dark Odyssey. Matt and I are always there hanging out in the playboy lounge with our other friends. We all met in college.
We stuck together because we’re the most similar, and we meet up with the other guys a couple of times a month at the club just to touch base and have fun. What he’s surprised by is me doing this with her in these dangerous times when my fucking future is on the line.
I have to admit that it surprises me too.
“Well, hell, Josh.” He sighs.
“I know. It’s crazy, right? But like fuck am I going to allow my dad to treat me like a child.”
Since Giselle and I made that deal, we’ve spent every night the same. It’s been five days now. Today is Friday. We met Sunday night. I woke up with her in my arms this morning and didn’t leave the suite before taking her again. In the bed and then the shower. I don’t care what anyone says, I’m having my fun with her. As long as Dad doesn’t find out, I’m good. My work is my work, and the merits of me getting that job should only be based on work and nothing else.
Matt gives me a narrowed look and looks me over. Then something enters his eyes, like curiosity mixed with interest.
“Josh,” he states.
“What?”
“You’re taken with her, aren’t you?” he observes.
“What do you mean?”
“Josh… the guy I know would have done everything possible to focus on what he needs to for the job. But you seem more focused on her,” Matt says, shaking his head.
As he says that, I recall myself telling Giselle I was obsessed with her.
“You know how I feel about this shit with Riley.”
“And yet you’ve just commissioned your own fuck toy.” He widens his eyes at me and gives me an incredulous glare. “Didn’t your old man all but tell you to keep your dick in your pants with this one?” He nods his blond spikey head.
“My fucking dick had already been inside her several times before I realized she was the same woman I was supposed to keep away from.”
He shakes his head at me.
“It’s fun and games, man. All fun,” I add.
Fun…As I look ahead through the glass wall, I see my little associate walking down the corridor that leads to her office.
All I have to do is look at her, and the ideas come.
Matt sees her too and witnesses the sexiest thing about her. She’s completely oblivious to the effect she has.
