Seduce me if you dare: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Secret Matchmaker Book 1) (2 page)

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2 - Asher

A mistake? What mistake?

I started to ask as she pulled away from me, but let it go for the moment. Letting her know her seductive antics were dragging me in already wasn't smart, and was not going to happen. I had to play my cards right with this one, and she seemed to know what she was doing.

She turned toward the dance floor and I let myself take in the long stretch of her pretty legs, the full curve of her hips and her thin waist. Wavy chestnut locks rolled down her taut back covering her narrow shoulders beautifully. A shudder ran through me and I stifled it as best I could, instead of standing and moving up beside her.

"I've not seen you here before. First time?" I kept my eyes on the dance floor, locking onto a couple who seemed to be showing the world the best way to fuck with clothes on.

"I come all the time, but
you
don't." That soft laugh left her again.

I glanced toward her, unable to help myself. The warmth of her brown eyes told me quickly that there was more to the package than she revealed for a one night stand. Her makeup was pristine, her features accentuated beautifully—yet I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like in the early morning light with a scrubbed face, tousled hair and sleepy eyes.

Stop it. Behaving is for another time. Tonight will be my last release. Tomorrow I'll start my search for a wife. Tonight...

"Cat got your tongue, handsome?" She lifted an eyebrow and turned toward me, sliding her hand down the lapel of my jacket. "Come dance with me. No tongue required for that."

"No? Dang. I was more than willing to offer to use it." I winked and reached up, taking her hand and moving past her, walking toward the dance floor.

My stomach tightened as I turned and pulled her to me, the smile on her pretty face accelerating my need to watch her come into overdrive.

How beautiful would she be for me? Back arched and mouth slightly open as her eyes closed and she groaned my name?

The sexy little thing slid her hands up my chest and moved into me, turning just as I reached for her hips. Her ass pressed against the front of my budding erection and rolled over it a few times. She wanted to be in charge, but I wasn't so sure that was a good idea.

Grabbing her hips tightly, I jerked her against me and pressed my mouth against her ear. "Slow. I like it slow so the buildup leaves me thinking it might never come, but oh... when it does."

I ran my nose over her ear as she shuddered and slowed herself, dancing against me at the rhythm I demanded of her.

She was perfect. The sweet smell of her perfume was subtle. It kept bubbling up and rolling over me, drawing me to want to breathe her in, only to waft away. There was nothing bitchy or arrogant about her, yet she seemed confident and self-assured.  Just as she had seemed while I’d watched her before approaching.

I wonder what she does for a living.

The music changed and she moved from me, turning to smile over her shoulder as she approached a small riser in the stage in front of us. Large poles rose from several places in the floor, but the one in front of me had all of my attention. She didn't hesitate at all to turn her back to it and slide down, her ass surely hugging either side of it.

I slipped my hands into my slacks and swallowed hard as I nodded at her. "Dance for me."

To watch her was almost more than I could bear. Her small breasts were perfect. Just enough to fill my hands, my mouth. Just right to tease and play with until she slapped me away or forced me lower.

I licked at my lips as she spun around the pole, her arm strength a bit of a surprise, and yet every move she made was fluid and sensual. Like I'd just run into a naughty ballerina. Her legs locked onto the pole and she tilted her body back, her hair falling beneath her, leaving her tight thighs and the curvy tops of her breasts on display for me.

She's done this before. Lots of times.

And yet... something about her screamed refined. She didn't look like the type of girl who would climb onto a pole in a nightclub and dry hump it for attention, but here she was... putting on a show for me. I needed to get a pole in the house so I could see her in full motion without that beautiful dress that fit her so well.

My cock jumped as she turned and her eyes locked onto mine, the sexy smile on her full lips telling me that I was sure to be the luckiest guy in the bar that night. I'd been lucky many times, but those bitches were brainless, just slutty girls that wanted another night of pleasure, and I was happy to oblige.

However, this one was different. She looked like she wanted to tease me until I broke in front of her.

I should walk away. This isn't who I want to be anymore. I no longer want to be that man who takes and uses, and ends up desolate and alone at the end of the night. Or the end of his life. I'm thirty-five. It's time to grow up.

The sharp grip of her fingers on my wrist pulled me from the depressing thoughts that plagued me. Geoff's funeral had been earlier that afternoon and the quick trip to the bar was only for a drink and some company, to neutralize the depressing thoughts of the day, without having to focus on anyone in particular.

"I'm not sure where you're going, but I want you here with me," she whispered and pulled my hands around her waist, leaving them to rest on the top curve of her tight ass.

"Long day." I slid them down farther, realizing that I was trapped and not minding too much after all. She wanted a night of fucking for one reason or another. If she was going to choose me to be the one to give it to her, I wasn't going to complain.

"Well, it's over now, so stay here with me and forget everything else." She pressed herself against me and I groaned quietly.

Her softness melded perfectly against the tight body I'd forged in the gym as if by design. I leaned down and brushed my lips up the side of her neck, licking at her ear and breathing in deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good."

"I taste better." She turned and hovered in front of me, her lips so close to mine I could almost taste her on my tongue. She might prove to be the death of me if I didn't get her out of the club soon and spread my sentiments across her skin.

"What was my first mistake? I'm not sure I'm willing to make another one." I smiled at her and moved back a little, but not before sliding one hand up her back and into her silky hair. It felt so good on my fingers, the strands wrapping around me tightly.

"Asking if I was here alone." She smiled teasingly and started to dance again as the music changed and the lights pulsed from red to a deep blue.

"Ah..." I wasn't quite sure I understood, but I let it die again much to her disapproval. It was almost cute to see her brow furrow. She wanted to pull me in, to play with me and I had denied her this round.

I spun her around and tugged her back against me again, pressing myself between the perfect cheeks of her rear. Opening my fingers, I slid them around the front of her taut stomach and held her against me as I rocked myself in deeper and deeper. The sound of her quiet panting sent my heart racing, my blood boiling. I had to get her out of there and into my bed soon.

She turned and wrapped against me in a tight hug as she glanced up. "The right question would have been, who am I leaving with?"

"Would it now?" I brushed the hair away from her pretty face and focused on the depths of her light brown eyes. "I already know the answer to that. Why would I ask something I already knew the answer to? Seems trivial."

Her brow lifted and I had to stop myself from chuckling.

"And just who do you think I'm leaving this club with?" She moved her body in a way that allowed what seemed like every part of her to touch me.

I bit my lip to keep from showing her just how fucking good it felt to have her against me. No showing my cards just yet though. She already had me willing to throw caution to the wind and I'd just met her.

Dangerous was right.

"Me. You are leaving with me." I took her face in my hands and leaned down, pressing my lips to hers and forcing my tongue slowly into her warm mouth.

She lifted a little and pressed against the kiss, sucking on my tongue as if to prove how good she could be in bed.

I took full advantage of the little tart and worked my tongue in and out of her mouth until she was trembling. Her fingers brushed by my cock between us, and I groaned, having been caught a little bit off guard. She did it again and I moved one hand to cup hers, turning her fingers and pressing them tightly to my erection.

"I'm a big guy... you sure you can handle yourself if I take you with me?" I gave her a naughty smile and she laughed and squeezed me tightly.

"Second mistake for the night, baby. Don't challenge a confident woman." She scraped her nails across my sack, causing a jolt of desire to stoke the roaring flame inside me.

"Good girl," I mumbled and took her hand, walking us to the front of the club. I tossed my keys to the valet and pulled her against my side, holding her like she belonged to me. "Hustle. I'm in no mood to wait."

"Yes, Sir." The valet jogged away and I walked us out the door into the chilly night air, needing something to cool myself down a little. I wished like hell I'd had a driver bring me. I didn't want to wait until I got to my place. I couldn’t think of anything but her in the back of the car, on her knees, her little mouth full as she took care of me.

"So cocky," she mumbled, smiling as I glanced down at her. My heart fluttered.

"Another mistake, I assume?"

"Not at all. You'll need it for what I plan to do to you." She licked at her lips and turned her attention to the street as the car pulled up.

"I'm starting to like making these mistakes." I chuckled and walked her to the passenger-side door, brushing my fingers over her ass as I watched her gracefully get into the car. She looked like she belonged in it. Belonged with me.

Weird. Stop that shit and enjoy the night.

I planned to.

3 - Lila

The Maybach was beautiful, the delightful smell of new leather hitting me as I got in. Jazz music played on the radio, which seemed perfect for the handsome man I had found by the bar. Or rather, he'd found me.

I smiled at the thought.

He got into his side of the car and buckled up, glancing over at me as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

I wanted another kiss. The pole dancing fun was, just that, fun. I had been in a relationship for six long years and done everything right, only to be crushed in the long run. No more commitments and no more playing it safe. I needed adventure, action, passion and vibrant colors in my life. The guy next to me was destined to be added to the long list of one night stands I planned to have.

Without hesitating, I pulled him toward me and kissed his full lips, licking at his mouth as he groaned and closed his eyes.

"Hurry, please." I smiled seductively and moved back to my seat, crossing my legs and letting my dress ride a little high on my thighs.

"Whatever the lady wants.” His voice was thick with lust and deep like a man's should be.

Picking up my clutch, I got my lipstick out and pulled down the small mirror above my seat, working on getting my lips to look perfect again as he pulled out into the street. The car was sexy as hell and the man driving it fit its persona perfectly. He was a player, no doubt about it.

Most men with money usually were, but the best thing about them was their depravity and unwillingness to commit. He would want one night with me, and he wouldn't hold back. I needed it, wanted it, and craved it, even more than I was willing to admit.

Something about hot animalistic sex reminded me that I was alive and capable of being or doing anything I wanted. No strings attached, no exchanging numbers or trying to date afterward. It was passion with a stranger whose name I didn't even know... and really didn't want to.

It was dangerous and yet titillating all the same.

His fingers slid along my thigh squeezing softly until he reached my knee. He rolled his palm over my flesh and moved back toward my body, his nails dragging softly over my leg. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting everything go but the feeling of his touch.

"Beautiful. You're so beautiful. Did you know that? Were you aware?" He mumbled as he tugged my dress up a little. I heard him shift closer to me, but I kept my eyes closed, needing to let go of everything but the moment. "Open your legs for me, pretty girl."

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled and opened my legs, wanting him to take full advantage of my willingness. Tomorrow would come and tonight would be a distant memory. I wouldn't have to see him again, so I could behave as horribly as I found tolerable, and never have to make amends for it. Freedom was mine for the taking and he held the ticket in his strong, capable hands.

"I can smell your desire. Delicious," he whispered in a gravelly voice as his fingers moved over my upper thigh to cup me, the pressure of his fingertips tapping softly caused my heart to race.

I arched a little, completely unashamed of my need for more.

"Fuck," he growled as his fingers slipped around the edge of my wet panties and brushed down the slick skin of my sex before sliding through the folds.

Taking his hand, I pressed his fingers, forcing them inside of me a little. Another long moan left me and he rolled the two digits inside of me slowly as his breathing became labored.

"More," I groaned, not wanting to wait any longer. The heat was palpable in the car, the desire between us electrifying.

"Yeah. More. You need more. Now." He pulled his fingers from me and I turned to watch him as he jerked the car off the freeway.

Sliding his fingers into his mouth, I caught small glimpses of his tongue, as my desire broke free inside of me. He had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. His sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes had nothing on the dark tanned skin that ran down the side of his neck and surely covered the swells of his strong body. He had to be a swimmer or a surfer. His persona was all business and his suit told the same story, but something about the way he smiled let me know he had a relaxed, playful side as well.

"Damn you taste good. Take your panties off for me." He licked his lips once more as he glanced over at me, pinning me with a look that said his request wasn't a request at all.

I slipped them down my thighs and left them on the floorboard until he beckoned me to give them to him. I did.

He lifted them to his face, breathing in deeply and groaning. I thought I might come just watching him. Never had I seen a man so into his sensuality, so carnal and unapologetic for his own desires.

He jerked the car into an alley in the heart of downtown and drove until the lights were blotted out by the tall buildings around us.

I glanced around as a quick chill of fear struck me. It wasn't safe in that part of town and his car would be enough incentive for someone to rob us and gun us down, just for the parts alone. It was stupid and dangerous, but I hadn't had a high like that since I was in high school doing something nefarious on the weekend.

"I can't wait any longer." He tossed the panties in the back seat and moved to climb back there before offering me a hand. "Get back here with me."

I nodded and moved into the back with him, finding the vehicle spacious and beautiful. He tugged off his tie and jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, leaving a tight white undershirt on display. His chest and abs were sculpted from what I could see in the darkened car.

"Lean back baby and let me do what I want with you. You'll not regret it." He moved to hover above me before getting on his knees in front of me. "Pull your knees up and press your feet to the seat. Don't worry about how you look. I just need to taste you."

I groaned and jerked the expensive dress up to my waist, moving to the position he asked of me and ignoring how ridiculously whorish it felt. His mouth pressed against the center of me and nothing else mattered. I cried out as his tongue ran up and down my need, the thick wet thing darting in and out of me as my hips bucked a little.

He groaned against me and brushed his fingers over my ass, pressing into me a little as stars formed at the edge of my vision.

"Come for me. I need to taste it." He sucked my flesh into his mouth and slid his thick fingers deep into me and I exploded, my cries louder than I'd remembered them being ever before. He continued to assault me, working me toward another orgasm with speed and skill.

"Again," he groaned and pressed his thumb into my opening as his other fingers continued to pump in and out of my ass faster and faster.

I came again, screaming and jerking around as I rode the orgasm for all it was worth.

He slowed his fingers a little and glanced up at me as I caught my breath. "Fuck me, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Where have you been, bad girl?"

I chuckled and pressed my foot to his shoulder pushing a little to force his fingers out of me. He sat back and smiled as he licked at his lips again.

"Apparently not in the right bar. Fuck I needed that." I closed my legs and scooted over, patting the seat beside me. "My turn. Get up here and open your slacks. Take off that shirt and the one underneath it. I want to touch your skin, not your expensive clothes."

He chuckled, but moved onto the seat and worked to get his shirts off. He leaned back and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them over the curve of his ass and leaving the thick fullness of his cock on display for me. It was one of the biggest I had seen, but I wasn't willing to show him that. I used his help to crawl back over and nestled myself down in between his legs.

He stroked himself once before I moved up and pushed his hand away. "I don't need help. I'm quite capable of making this thing erupt on my own."

He laughed again and touched the side of my face. An expression that I wasn't interested in swept across his handsome features. Taking him in my hand, I pumped his flesh a few times and forced a thick bubble of pre-cum to the surface of his meaty head. Leaning over, I ran my tongue through it and listened closely for the soft sounds of approval that he gave without much contact needed. My other hand moved up to rub over his strong chest.

"Fit what you can, baby. It's too big for most girls." He ran his fingers through my hair and gripped tightly. The pressure of knowing he wanted to control me left a warm rush of desire racing to the pit of my stomach.

"I'm not most girls. Shut up and lean back, Mr. Big Stuff." I smiled up at him and moved to hover over his cock, licking his head a few times before taking him in my mouth.

He groaned loudly as I pushed farther and farther until most of him was in the warmth I offered. I gagged a little and pulled back before starting to work him with my mouth and hands. He cried out and lifted his hips as I cupped his balls with one hand and began to tug on them softly and then forcefully.

The masculine taste of desire rolled over my tongue and I gave him more than I would most, realizing how much I wanted to take my time with him. Every soft groan or sigh that left him seemed to coat my desire to give more, do more. I found myself with a bit of a brilliant and yet unconventional idea.

I dropped my hand from his body and smiled. “One second.”

Turning, I leaned over the front seat and grabbed my clutch, tugging out a cherry condom I'd gotten as a joke in the office. It was as good as any other I would assume. Knowing it might taste like candy instead of lubricant left me wanting to try something on my new toy.

He slid his hands along the back of my thigh and spanked my ass softly as he clicked his tongue as if he were running out of patience.

I dropped back to my knees and moved to take him in my mouth again with a bit more gusto. His fingers slid into my hair, and he worked his thick cock in and out of me faster and faster. A groan filled the car around me and he jerked out of my mouth, panting loudly as he shook his head.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come if we don't stop for a minute. I've never been so close so fast. What're you doing to me, baby? Hmmm?" He glanced down at me and smiled in a way that might melt panties.

"Fucking you like you need to be fucked... obviously." I smirked and moved to my knees. "No coming yet. I signed up for a ride tonight when I let you take me out of the club. Time to pony up, big boy."

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