Page 13 of An Illicit Seduction

Shocked and disgusted by his response, but incredibly turned on by everything he’d already done to her, she gasped and closed her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“That’s too bad,” he said once more. “You know what I need, Seraph. Give it to me.”

“What about what I need?” The question came out in a puff of air, and she moaned as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit, coating it with her juices.

“And what is it that you need, Seraph, besides this dick inside of you as soon as possible?”

“I—” She swallowed her misgivings. At this point, it was obvious what was about to happen, so fighting it was moot. “I need you to fuck me until I come so hard that I get cross-eyed. Fuck me until I grow hoarse from screaming. Give it to me so good that I’m walking with a limp tomorrow. This is completely insane and can only happen once, so I want you to make it count. Can you do that?”

Rubbing a hand along her hips, butt, and thighs, making her shudder under his touch, he sank into her in one, smooth motion. Seraph shook her head, smushing her face into the seat cushions, not understanding how he could feel so good when everything about this was as wrong as two left shoes. Her back arched and it took a moment for her to catch her breath as he held still once he was as deep as he could go. Had she ever in her life felt as full as she did right this moment?

Damon chuckled and the huskiness of his voice caused another full-body shake to run through her. “Only once, huh? Well, I can give you all of that and more…if you let me.”

Then, he gripped her hips and started fucking her as if she’d unleashed a beast that had something to prove. He pistoned in and out of her, employing a stroke too fast for her to think straight, let alone breathe evenly. With her leg hiked up, every stroke of his dick hit a spot inside of her that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and inaudible gurgles spewing from her lips.

“Do you know how good this pussy is?” Damon grunted, his fingers digging into her fleshy waist as he pulled her back against him, again and again, with each thrust, the lewd sound of their skin smacking together in her living room an erotic soundtrack to their movements. “So fucking amazing,” he groaned. “Shit. No wonder he was obsessed with you.”

Gasping after a particularly hard thrust, Seraph asked, “Who…ah…was obsessed…oh…with me?”

Instead of responding, Damon dipped his fingers in the creamy wet mess she’d made on his dick and reached around, finding her clit with his deft fingers. As he thrust back and forth, he circled the nub repeatedly until Seraph’s body tightened and she came all over his dick in a wet gush.

“Shiiiiiit!” she cried, her hips jerking of their own accord as her core tightened around him.

He didn’t give her much time to come down before he pulled out of her and grabbed her arm, attempting to make her stand up. When he let her go, her knees wobbled for a moment, and she dropped back down to the couch. Squatting in front of her, he ignored the dazed look on her face as she stared at his still-hard dick. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up until he could get a clear look at her eyes, smirking in the process.

“Hmm. Not cross-eyed yet, I see. Let’s go.”

Seraph sucked in a breath as he lifted her into his arms and started down the hallway. She directed him to her bedroom where he deposited her on the bed before pushing her back and crawling in between her thighs until he was face-to-face with her glistening, swollen folds. He gave her a quick glance, and the gleam in his eye shortened her breath.

What in the hell had she agreed to?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Work Husband

It hadn’t taken Seraph very long to understand why Damon had chuckled after she’d told him they could only have sex once. He didn’t leave her apartment until he had wrested every orgasm he could from her and she lay boneless and unconscious across her bed. When she finally awoke the next day, it was early afternoon, and she was pleased to be deliciously sore and still a bit unstable on her legs. If she was going to backstroke her way into some sin, at least it had been worth it.

Thankfully, it was a Sunday, and she was able to soak in the tub with some Epsom salts before calling to schedule a last-minute massage at Kneaded with her favorite therapist. Luckily, Shana’s evening appointment had canceled and she was able to take Seraph for a seventy-five-minute session instead of their usual fifty.

The next day, she bounced into work in a good mood, smiling and waving, as she passed through the lobby to get to the elevators. The people inside held the door for her and even complimented her on her hair. Her twists were still holding despite the way Damon had wrapped them around his hand as he fucked her from the back two days prior.

Gina—her boss for seven of the last twelve years she’d been with the company—stopped by to congratulate her on a terrific quarter, and when the mail cart came around, there was nothing for her. The day was progressing splendidly. Seraph had kicked off her shoes and was singing along to the soft music playing on her phone as she worked through her emails when the door to her office opened suddenly. Startled, she clutched at her chest, her eyes widening in surprise, as Damon entered the room and closed the door behind him. She didn’t miss how he locked the door, and the action made her stomach clench. Her eyes flew to his face.

“What are you doing here?”

Walking toward her, he started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “It’s lunchtime.”

Glancing at the clock in the bottom right corner of her computer monitor, Seraph noted that it was just after noon. It had been a couple of weeks since they’d gone to lunch together, but in light of recent developments, she thought it best to forgo them for a while.

“I can’t get away right now. These emails are calling my name, and I can’t ignore that for even an hour. Besides, we should probably chill on the—” Damon had rounded her desk and rolled her seat back, putting a stop to her words immediately. Heart thumping, she gripped the arms of her chair.

“Damon, what the hell are you doing?!”

He eyed her and tossed his tie over his shoulder. “I already told you.”

She was shaking her head before he could even finish the sentence. Nah. He couldn’t be implying what it sounded like.

Except…apparently, he was.