Seduction (Club Destiny) (17 page)

Thankfully Dylan
and Cole were out of town, having gone back to Austin for a follow up meeting
with a ranch owner looking to venture into the hotel business. They were
talking big business, and since Alex had hit it off really well with Travis
Walker, he’d wanted Dylan to get a feel for the man. If all went well, they’d
be looking to expand south a few hundred miles.

Forcing his
restless legs to remain still, Alex remained at his desk, toggling between
screens on his computer, actually doing a little work while he waited. It was
the only way to keep his mind off of what he hoped would happen in less than
fifteen minutes if Ashleigh was on time.

After Ashleigh’s
not so subtle hint the night before, Alex had given some serious thought to his
actions. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that brought out the possessive
protector who wanted to wrap her in cotton batting and keep her locked in a
room where no one could hurt her, him included.

And that was the
problem... he’d always seen Ashleigh like that. Ever since she was young, he’d
wanted to protect her. From men like him mostly. He’d been infatuated with her
and at thirty years old, she’d only been eighteen. It was unacceptable in his
mind, but he’d been enthralled. Thankfully he’d kept his distance, but
somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d conjured up some pretty steamy images
of the woman.

If he didn’t
know better, he’d bet his balls that they’d been real. Except that couldn’t be
true because the first time he kissed her at Sam and Logan’s party, Alex had
known he would’ve remembered.

Having stayed
away from her had been the right answer then, but not anymore. Alex had taken
her to his bed, and if he had anything to say about it, she’d never walk away
from him. Not if he could help it. Ten years was a long time to lust after
someone, and despite his reminder that they weren’t exclusive, weren’t in a
relationship, Alex had this niggling feeling that he wanted to be. Another
first for him.

A knock on his
door announced Ashleigh’s presence and Alex glanced up at her, his eyes drawn
to all of the creamy skin she had on display.

Ashleigh didn’t
normally wear anything except jeans and a t-shirt, or not that he’d seen
anyway, so on his message, he’d left her a little instruction on what he
expected her to wear.

Standing before him
in a short skirt, a flimsy little sweater, and a pair of fuck me boots, Alex
wasn’t sure he’d be able to move from his chair. Her hair was pulled up into a
messy pile on her head, held there by a silver clip while thin, curled strands
hung around her face.

His dick jumped.

“Fuck.” Alex
exhaled, worried if he didn’t, he might just pass out from holding his breath.

Ashleigh’s smile
widened, and Alex’s eyes were fixated on her pink glossy lips.

Well, that was
until she moved.

When she took a
step into his office, gently closing the door behind her, his greedy eyes were
tracing every luscious curve of her body and the seductive way she moved. Her
body was made for sin, and Alex was beyond tempted.

“Did you need to
see me?” Ashleigh asked sweetly, moving closer to his desk.

Alex stood,
aware he’d never be able to hide the erection tenting his slacks, but he didn’t
necessarily care to either. Stepping out from behind his desk, he retraced her steps,
going to the door and locking it. There wasn’t another person in the building,
but Alex wasn’t one to invite trouble. At least this way, they’d have privacy.

And for what he
wanted to do to her, they’d need it.

Glancing at the
black, leather couch in the corner, then back to his desk, Alex’s body hardened
even more as he envisioned Ashleigh sprawled out naked on either.

“I did,” Alex
answered her question, turning his gaze back to her, “but I was thinking I
needed to see a little more of you.”

Ashleigh’s back
straightened, but her smile didn’t falter.

“Take off the
sweater,” Alex stated, perching on the edge of his desk.

If Ashleigh only
knew the libidinous thoughts darting through his mind, she might not be
grinning, but then again, after the stunt she pulled on him the night before,
maybe she would.

“I figured since
you had your fantasy at work,” Alex raked his eyes over her bare breasts, “it’s
time for me to have mine.”

Ashleigh wasn’t
wearing a bra, which meant she’d paid attention to his voicemail. Although he
hadn’t told her what to wear, he did tell her what not to wear.

“Now the skirt.”
Alex instructed, returning his gaze to her eyes.

Ashleigh
shimmied out of the skirt, leaving the boots on and just like he’d told her,
she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sweater and skirt. Absolutely
nothing. But that wasn’t what had Alex’s eyes widening and his dick throbbing
like a bad tooth. Holy shit.

Alex couldn’t
tear his gaze away from the smooth, taut skin over her mound. She’d waxed, and
now all of those pretty curls were gone, leaving nothing but sexy, sleek skin.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned, “are you trying to kill me?”

“Not yet.”
Ashleigh smiled. “I’m not through with you yet.”

Alex wasn’t
through with her either. Not by a long shot.

“Come here.” He
instructed, and she walked toward him, clad only in those black, knee high
boots that made his dick harder than a steel spike. “You waxed your pussy.” It
wasn’t a question; the proof was there in front of him.

“Yes.” She
admitted although her smile dimmed somewhat.

“You know what
that does, don’t you?”

Ashleigh looked
confused now, her eyebrows shifting. “No.”

“Have a seat
right here.” Alex said, standing from his desk and trading places with her.
“Spread your legs.”

He wasn’t sure
he’d be able to get through the next few minutes before he was pounding his
cock into her sweet body, but he’d give it the old college try.

“It means you’ll
be more sensitive.” Kneeling before her, Alex shouldered his way between her thighs,
letting her sit on the edge of his desk while her knees were propped on his
shoulders and his face was buried between her thighs. “To my touch.”

Blowing warm air
across her bare mound, he used his fingers to separate the soft, wet folds
before using his tongue to slide between them, then outlining her lips, before
delving between them again.

He hadn’t
expected this so suddenly, but being between Ashleigh’s thighs, inhaling the
sexy, musky scent of her arousal and lapping her warm juices was quickly
becoming Alex’s favorite thing in the entire world.

It was evident
his light teasing was driving her wild, but she tried not to move, her fingers
gripping the edge of the desk rather than his head as he had anticipated.
Stroking her clit with a few more measured licks, Alex forced himself back to
his feet before taking her hand.

“I’ve always had
this fantasy,” Alex began, pulling Ashleigh into him, cupping her head with his
other hand before kissing her. Alex didn’t say another word until they were
both breathless.

“What’s your
fantasy?” Ashleigh asked, her voice sounding huskier than he’d ever heard it.

“Well, first one
was to have the sexiest woman alive naked in my office.” He grinned down at
her. “Since that one came true, I figured I’d go for broke.”

Watching
Ashleigh suck her bottom lip between her teeth, Alex groaned. She was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“What’s your
second fantasy?” She asked.

Leaning in, he
nipped the fleshy part of her ear, using his tongue to trace the outer shell
while he cupped her pert breasts in each hand, plumping them before tweaking
the turgid nipples, “I want to bend you over that couch and bury my tongue and
then my fingers in your pussy.”

When she moaned,
Alex knew she liked the idea.

“Then I want to
bury my cock in your ass, fucking you until you stop begging for more and come
around my dick.”

To Alex’s
surprise, Ashleigh didn’t back away, but he caught the slight sway of her body
as she processed what he was telling her.

“Do you want
that, Ash? Want to feel my cock buried to the hilt in your sweet ass?” Alex
wanted it, for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t think of anything else since he’d
fucked her ass with his finger the night before.

Figuring she’d
unleashed the beast, he’d show her what it was she was asking for. He wasn’t
tame, he wasn’t easy, and he damn sure wasn’t going to hold back from her a
second longer.

“Tell me.” He
said, sliding his hand between her legs, using his fingers to part her smooth
lips, dipping his finger through her slit then sliding one finger in the warm
depths of her pussy. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me to fuck your ass,
Ashleigh.”

“Yes,” Ashleigh
moaned, riding his fingers as he began a slow, gentle thrust inside her warm
body.

“Yes, what?”
Alex wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

“I want you to
fuck my ass, Alex.” The words were barely a whisper. “God, I want it so bad.”

Alex suddenly
felt way too overdressed for this little party. Taking her hand, he inserted it
between her legs, replacing his as he guided her to do what he’d just been
doing. “Play with yourself, Ash.”

Alex took a step
back, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched her. She didn’t look nearly as
confident as she had when she walked into his office a few minutes ago, but she
was doing as he instructed. With swift movements, Alex wasted no time removing
his clothes, tossing them on the chair before stalking his way back to her.

“Come here.”
Alex took her hand, pulling her as he backed over to the leather couch before
lowering himself onto it. Once he was on his back, he smiled up at her. “Sit on
my face so I can taste you again.”

Alex pulled her
closer, not letting her back away though he was fairly certain she wasn’t going
to do so. Ashleigh might not have spoken many words, but her moans and groans
were sheer bliss, and if he pegged her correctly, she’d been waiting for this
day for a long time now.

Lifting one leg,
he held it above him before she eased it to the side of his head. In seconds,
 he was between her legs, looking up into the swirling golden brown of her
eyes as she kept her gaze fixated on him.

“Lift,” Alex
instructed, “then put your hands on the arm of the couch.” That way she was on
all fours, her breasts hanging above his head, begging for his touch. But
first, he wanted her to come in his mouth.

~~*~~

Ashleigh couldn’t
quite believe what she was doing. Stark naked – except for the high heeled
boots – in Alex’s office was definitely outside the realm of even her darkest
fantasies. Maybe that’s because she hadn’t realized Alex had an office outside
of her grandfather’s company. Yet here she was.

Since the second
she stepped into his office, she’d sensed the side of Alex he’d been hiding
from her for the last few weeks. Instead of the sweet, gentle lover she’d grown
familiar with, the dominant, salacious man she’d fantasized about over the
years was front and center. The hunger in his eyes was hot enough to set off
the smoke alarms.

And now she was
perched on his couch, his head between her thighs as she held herself above
him, the exquisite feel of his tongue exploring the oversensitive lips of her
bare mound driving her wild.

Yes, Alex has
been correct. Having her pussy waxed had left her hypersensitive to any and all
sensations. Her panties had even set off tingles inside of her when she least
expected it. What had pushed her to do it, she didn’t know, but when she’d
bared herself to him, and his eyes had widened, hungrier than before if that
was even possible, Ashleigh knew she’d done the right thing.

Trying to hold
herself off of him, Ashleigh reveled in the feel of Alex’s expert tongue as he
lapped at her, teasing her clit relentlessly. She wasn’t at all familiar with
this position, but she found that lowering a little of her weight onto his
mouth allowed her to control the friction of his tongue on her clit.

It was perfect,
the ability to thrust against his firm tongue had her grinding her hips onto
his mouth as he used his arms to lock onto her thighs, not allowing her to move
if she wanted to. But she didn’t. No, she just wanted to grind onto him until
her body took flight.

So when he
stopped abruptly, Ashleigh wanted to scream.

“Turn around,”
Alex told her and she had to think about it for a second. If she were to turn
around...

Ohhhh! Now
Ashleigh definitely liked that idea.

Quickly and
effortlessly, Ashleigh rearranged herself so she was turned the opposite way
and now his glorious cock was readily available to her eager mouth.

When he latched
onto her clit again, Ashleigh pressed against him, but then busied herself with
stroking his cock with her tongue, exploring his taste as she used her hand to
gently cup his balls, fondling him gently until he was moaning against her
pussy, the vibrations intensifying her body’s reaction.