Hypnotic Seduction (The Seduction Series) (31 page)

After racing to lock the outer entrance to the suite and hearing the deadbolt click on his office door, he turned and crossed the room in several long strides. His hands trembling, he slid Hannah’s blouse off her shoulders and tossed it on his chair. While he unclasped her bra, he nibbled on her throat and breathed in her floral scent.

“It seems like years instead of only two days since I was inside you. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this since then.”

“It couldn’t be half as much as I have.” She dragged his tie off and ripped open his shirt buttons. “I haven’t thought about anything else.”

“Ditto.” Cupping her soft breasts in his palms, he crushed her mouth under his and a picture of her nursing his baby filled his mind.

Damn. Why the hell was he thinking about babies
again
?

“This is a mistake,” he murmured.

As he kissed his way down her neck, she panted and smoothed her hands up his bare chest. “I don’t care.”

“Me neither.” Despite the soothing ocean sounds on the CD she’d given him, he kept waking up aching for Hannah.

While she jerked his fly open, he dug a condom out of his wallet. He could open the sofa bed, but that would take sixty seconds too long. Instead, the moment he finished covering himself, he lifted her onto his desk and lowered her back on the blotter. As he stripped her black silk panties off, he silently thanked her for wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

Lifting her skirt, he pressed a kiss to her curls and flicked his tongue at her feminine cleft. The taste and musky scent of her turned him even harder. Harder than he ever remembered being. “
Daaaamn
. You’re already drenched.”

“That’s what happens when I think about having you inside me.” She gasped. “I want you. Right now.”

He pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and groaned, entering her with one powerful thrust. He slowly withdrew so he could experience the bliss all over again.

“More,” she pleaded.

Again, he plunged himself into her slippery sheath and gradually pulled out a second time, inch by inch. As he stroked her nipples, desire flared in her eyes. She looked so beautiful, lying there all flushed. So inviting, so welcoming.

“Please, don’t tease me like this.” She pouted up at him.

“Oh, you don’t like being teased? Neither
do
I, Hannah. You’ve put me through hell the last two days.”

“What have I done that
was
so awful?”

“You exist.” He plowed into her heat again.

“What?” She arched her back while he slid his full length out just as slowly
as before, torturing
himself as much as her.

“You breathe the same air I do.” He drove between her thighs a fourth time. “You smile at other men and laugh at their jokes.”

He gradually withdrew again and she begged, “
Pleeease
.”

“You stroll in here looking like that damn X-rated dream that haunts me at night.” He thrust into her passage and groaned. “You keep chewing on your damn lip and making—”

She locked her legs around him to prevent him from pulling out again. “Please. Just take me.”

The moment he began to pump his hips more quickly, his brain ceased to function. All he could focus on was how good she felt squeezing his aroused flesh—how her sexy panting turned him on, and how much he wanted to take her like this every day for the rest of his life. Just her. No one else.

Despite the countless times he’d taken her in Washington, she was still nearly as tight as the first time.

Dr. Arnold
Kegel
should’ve gotten a Nobel Prize in medicine.

Jordan thrust harder and faster with each stroke, cursing how vulnerable she made him feel. And the way she made him
need
her. Murderous rage swelled in his gut at the thought of another man making love to her.

Her gasps and whimpers simply fueled his passion.

“Yes, that’s so, so good.” She writhed on the desktop.

Her eager wiggling kept breaking his rhythm. He wanted total and complete control. To brand her. To be so far inside her no other man would ever be able to touch her there.

The volume and octave of her shrieks rose each time he plunged into her. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”

When the sounds of her delighted squeals rose to such a fevered pitch they were nearly inaudible, he teased her nipples and thrust faster and harder. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me again like no other man will ever make you come.”

She gasped and moaned and squirmed until she eventually shuddered violently a second time, calling out, “Oh, Jordan, I love you!”

No
. He refused to let himself believe that. He simply
wouldn’t.

It was one thing for him to care for her, but he couldn’t let himself count on her loving him.

Gripping her hips, he continued driving like a jackhammer into her pulsating heat. He had to smother the raging fire in his groin. To quench this all-consuming need for her. To blot her out of his dreams.

Finally, he exploded in a haze of mind-numbing pleasure.

It was only after he pulled out of her a few moments later, he knew. He could never satisfy his hunger for this woman.

He could only feed it. Or deny it.

no
adv. 1 An expression of refusal, denial, disbelief, or disagreement. 2.
Not
at all; not by any degree. 3. A negative response; a denial or refusal.

A time comes when every people-pleaser must learn to say no and put her own needs first—preferably before she louses up her life.

Hannah stared up at Jordan in a daze for what seemed like forever. The power and fury in his lovemaking had aroused her more than she ever would have imagined. She never dreamed a little primal passion could be such a turn-on. The discovery that she could incite him to that kind of raw, uncontrolled passion gave her a glimmer of hope that he might actually be falling in love with her.

Panting to catch her breath, she glanced around his office. Everything that had been on Jordan’s desk was now scattered on the carpet as if a twister had swept through the room.

“Oh, jeez.” He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Hannah, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I provoked you.”

So many expressions had flitted across his face during their frantic coupling, offering her a glimpse of his jealousy, frustration, anger, adoration, passion....and then just before he’d collapsed on her—defeat.

There was no way to guess exactly what he felt for her, but her heart soared after witnessing the intensity of his emotions. Whatever his feelings were, one thing was certain, they were powerful enough to make him lose his composure.

A metallic scraping jerked Hannah’s attention to the door. “What was that?”

He pushed himself off her. “I have no idea, and at the moment, I don’t care. Both doors are locked.” He helped her sit up and stroked her hair. “Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m fine.” She still had an uneasy feeling that someone might be in her office. “What if someone heard us?”

“Don’t you mean heard
you
?” He chuckled. “I wasn’t hollering, ‘
Oh, yes! Yes! Oh yes!
’”

“No, you were too busy trying to permanently merge my back with your desk.”

“Damn. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken you like—”

“Yes, exactly like that. It was incredible.” If they were still counting demerits, she’d racked up at least twenty-five more.

“But I took you like some wild animal in rut.” He raked his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “You deserve to be made love to, and I banged you like a drunken sailor on shore leave.”

“It’s okay. I love that you let yourself go with me.” She couldn’t let him apologize for giving her the best sex she’d ever had. “I think I like it a little rough.”

He handed her the underpants he’d stripped off her, and while she wiggled into them, he grabbed a tissue from the box that had fallen on the floor and cleaned
himself
. “If you really enjoyed that, maybe we should consider extending our little fling to long-term.”

Long term
—meaning he would add her to his stable of girlfriends?

“I know it’s not the most romantic thing to admit, but I can’t think of a more spectacular way to end my stressful days at the office than to lose myself in you at six-o’clock every night before you leave. It’s a helluva a lot better for stress reduction than running on the treadmill. And I guarantee it would put an end to my head—”

“Right,” she sputtered. “I’m not about to share you with other women, no matter how great the sex is with you. If I wanted that kind of deal, I could’ve stuck with Kevin. He only had one other lover.”

“You’re misunderstanding. I’m done with my other relationships. I can’t even think about being with anyone but you. I swear I’ll be faithful as long as we’re together.”

“Aren’t you worried about board anymore?”

Shrugging, he buttoned his shirt. “If we’re in an exclusive relationship and they know I didn’t pressure you into it, I don’t think they’ll object.”

“And how long will this exclusive relationship last? A week, a month, a year?” A lifetime was what she wanted to hear.

Stepping behind her, he hooked her bra. “At the very least, long enough for you to have my baby.”

Hannah turned and stared at him in disbelief.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned using a sperm donor.”

“I thought you didn’t believe you’d be a good father.”

“That was before I saw you holding the Russell kid. Since then, I haven’t been able to get the picture of you nursing my baby out of my head. It made me think about how hard it must’ve been for my dad to become a father so young.”

Could Jordan’s sudden about-face be a result of the CD? Or did he really want to have a child with her?

“While I was thinking about my father and his shortcomings as a parent, I realized my grandfather was my true role model. Edward taught me all I need to know about being a good dad.”

“So that’s where I come in—as the mommy?”

“Don’t you see how much sense it makes? You and I could share custody. And you wouldn’t ever have to worry about money again—or work, if you don’t want to.”

She shoved her arms into her wrap-around blouse and tied the sash. “In other words, you want me as your paid broodmare.”

“
No
! As my lover. I’d like us to make a baby, and I’d like to help raise him....or her.”

“For which I’d be financially compensated. I’m sorry, Stud, I don’t see the difference.”

He scooped up several of the items that had fallen on the floor and returned them to the desktop. “I wasn’t suggesting paying you, damn it! Is it a crime for me to want to secure the financial future of my child’s mother?”

“No, but—”

“This way you’d be sure about the paternity of your baby. Haven’t you heard the horror stories about unscrupulous doctors inseminating hundreds of patients with their own sperm? You’d have no idea how many different fertility clinics some guy might sell his semen to or if he’s telling the truth on his medical history.”

She had considered that, and it totally freaked her out to think her child could someday unknowingly fall in love with a half-brother or sister.

“This way, your child would have a real dad.”

He made it all sound so simple and logical. Two months ago, she would’ve jumped at the chance to have a man as generous, smart, and handsome as Jordan as the father of her baby. She really didn’t want to raise a child alone. She knew what it was like to grow up without a dad. And she’d even been lucky enough to have her grandpa.

The problem was she didn’t
just
want a baby. She wanted the whole white picket fence package—a husband, kids, carpools.

“If you’re so interested in,”—she drew little quotes in the air—“
securing my future
—”

“Look, Hannah, I’d marry you if I could.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “But it wouldn’t be fair to you. I just can’t give—”

“More like
won’t
. Or do you already have a wife stashed away somewhere?” Several moments ticked by while she waited for a response, except none came. She squeezed his muscled forearm braced against the desk. “Jordan, I love you.”

“Of course you
believe
you love me. I’m the first
guy
who ever rang your chimes. Don’t confuse mind-boggling sex with love.”

“I’m not. I know the difference between lust and the desire to grow old with a man. Enduring marriages are built on compatibility and love, not mind-boggling sex as you put it.” Hannah swept her hand toward the disorder on the desk, drawing attention to the evidence of their out-of-control passion. “The pleasure you give me is phenomenal. But if I had to choose between a lifetime of celibate affection and companionship with you or multiple orgasms everyday with some other man, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

“You don’t get it. Since your hypnosis loosened your inhibitions, you’ve turned into a hundred and twenty pounds of seductive confidence.”

She bit back a smile. “As I told you before, I weigh a bit more. But thank you.”

“Who gives a crap how much you
weigh!
Damn it, Hannah, the point is you have no idea how sexy your self-assurance is. You have every
guy
in this building fantasizing about getting you flat on your back. You wouldn’t be normal if that didn’t send you on a major ego trip.”

She couldn’t deny it made her feel wonderful to suddenly
be desired
after so many years as a wallflower. “But that doesn’t mean I want any of them instead of you.”

“Maybe not now. But what’s to guarantee you won’t lose interest in me and find someone else you have this kind of chemistry with?”

“There are no guarantees when it comes to love, Jordan. It’s all about being vulnerable—giving a woman the opportunity to hurt you but trusting her not to.”

“Yeah, right. Trust.” The cynicism burning in his gaze killed any hope she had for a future with him. Apparently her seductress plan had backfired. “Sweetheart, don’t you see how unfair it would be for me to marry you, knowing I’d never be able to love you the way you deserve? You’d eventually end up hating me.”