SilkenSeduction (7 page)

She walked over to the desk where the computer sat. Gently
she laid the stockings and garter in the box. Encouraged by his thoughtfulness,
she logged on to her email, pulled his business card out of the top drawer, and
typed his address.

After a few moments of staring at the blinking cursor, a
deviously playful thought struck her and she typed.

E.,

Thank you.

Instruction is needed in the proper usage.

Care to teach me?

T.

She hit send and sat back in her chair, absently fingering
the stockings. A chill skittered up her arm at the thought of slipping her feet
into them, and working the silky softness to her thighs. An image of Evan at
her feet shot through her brain and made her pussy contract.
Damn.
She
closed her eyes, letting the vision fill her thoughts.

Temair snapped out of her daze at the sound of someone
opening her office door. Her jaw nearly dropped, but she somehow managed to not
allow it to happen.

“Shall we start those lessons now?” Evan Lyndsay stepped inside
the door, closing it behind him as he held his cell phone in his hand, with her
email posted on it.

“I—” she started then stopped. Was she dreaming? Had her
libido finally sucked all measure of reality from her brain, or was he really
standing there?

“I landed a few hours ago,” he answered before she asked.
“I’ve had a problem the last few weeks at work that took more time than I
anticipated. But now it’s rectified, and I’ve taken a holiday.”

“A holiday?” she managed to whisper. Every fiber of her being
was tuned in to his every move. Those sexy eyes held her mesmerized in some
sort of hypnotic sensual state.

“It seems I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A woman I met, with
the sexiest feet and legs, has held my attention more than I’d like to admit.”
His eyes never left hers.

“Anyone I know?” Temair retorted coyly, and was amazed at
the sensual tone of the words that escaped her lips. What was it about this man
that brought out her inner vixen?

Evan rounded her desk, gathered her hand in his and guided
her to her feet. The moment she stood, he kissed her palm, letting his tongue
tease the sensitive flesh for a split second. Temair’s nipples turned to stone.

Oh god, he is real.

“I believe you know her very well.” He darted his gaze
downward, and she knew he didn’t miss the sight of her nipples pressed against
the cotton material of her knee-length, t-shirt dress.

The back of his fingertips brushed across a nipple and she
shivered inwardly, swallowing a moan. Nervously, she licked her lips.

“I see you’re wearing hosiery.” His eyebrow arched. A
devilish gleam lit his eyes and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “May I?”

Unable to form words, she nodded her compliance. Evan sank
to his knees. His hands glided down her body, setting her flesh on fire. He
skimmed across her hips and caressed her thighs in slow, tortuous touches of
his fingertips. When he lifted the hem of her dress, she sucked in a subtle
gasp of anticipation. He nestled his face against her lower abdomen and
breathed in deep.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your scent. One evening of your charms was
not enough. It simply whet my appetite.” The heat of his breath across her
nylon-covered flesh made her insides quiver and her pussy instantly wet. He
nuzzled her heat then licked her pussy through the nylon, nearly causing her
knees to buckle.

Before she had a chance to regain any form of composure he
rose, cupping her ass and seating her on her desk. Strong hands stroked the
length of her outer thighs, gripped her knees, and gently guided her legs open.
Not once did he look anywhere other than her eyes. His intense, sexy gaze held
hers. Each breath she took was filled with his alluring essence, a definitive
fresh scent of aftershave and pure masculinity.

All she could think of was how his mouth would taste. She
got her answer. Evan’s lips brushed ever so lightly across hers as his fingers
massaged the insides of her thighs, skittering close to but not touching her
pussy. The feel of him exploring her legs, still separated by a thin veil of
nylon, kept her on edge. Her skin sizzled with each stroke, shooting sparks
straight to her mound.

She craved him. She wanted to fuck him right then and there.
The mystique of this man enlightened her soul with a newfound sexual avenue of
adventure that she wanted desperately to explore.

Feeling aggressive, she captured his mouth in a provocative
kiss as she cupped the back of his head while she ran the knuckles of her other
hand along the front of his suit pants. His muffled groan against her lips
thrilled her to the core, encouraging her further. Temair hooked her ankles
around the back of his knees and tugged him closer to her pussy.

Their kiss intensified as they rocked against each other.
His fingers rubbed the wet center of her pantyhose, frantically trying to reach
her nub. The friction of the nylon to her flesh as his fingers worked their
magic turned her on even more. Faster and faster he rubbed, avidly tormenting
her to the point she thought she would come, but couldn’t.

She needed something. She needed Evan.

She had to touch him. Temair worked his zipper until she
wiggled her fingers and then her hand into his pants. It didn’t take much to
slide into the front slit of his boxers and tug his solid cock free. Though she
hungered to lick him and taste the salt of his flesh, she wanted him inside
her, fucking her, more than anything else.

Temair guided his cock to her pussy, pushing his fingers
away. She broke free of their kiss and couldn’t believe the wild throaty words
that exited. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me right here, right now.”

She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then a sensual
smile followed. Nylon ripped, freeing her swollen mound. His fingers slid into
her heat and she couldn’t help but sigh. Evan laced a hand in her hair and
tugged her face close to his.

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he finger-fucked her.

Temair leaned back as far as his tight grip in her hair
allowed and focused on his erotic gaze. Breathlessly, she answered, “No. I want
your cock.”

Instantly, he released her hair and removed his fingers from
her slit. Regret washed over her. Had she pushed him too far? Had she been too
aggressive? Temair swallowed the questions the moment she saw him slip a condom
out of his inside jacket pocket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he
opened it and rolled it down his thick, hard shaft.

As quickly as he’d released her, he had her hair and the
back of her head in his hand. He hovered within millimeters of her lips. “I
hope you don’t think me too bold by being prepared. But I’ve thought of nothing
but fucking you since the moment I first saw you.”

His mouth crushed hers in a demanding kiss that she met
forcefully, not backing down, but taking and giving just the same. They were
past the point of tenderness and foreplay. Evan entered her in one swift
stroke, hard and fast. Temair gasped at his rough advance. For a second, she
wasn’t sure how she felt about the sudden invasion, but when he set a steady
pace of deep thrusts, she decided she loved it and wanted more. She wrapped her
legs around his waist and pumped, matching his rhythm.

It’d been so long since she’d fucked or been fucked by a
real cock, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, but held back, knowing Lisanne, and
quite possibly customers, were in the store. He pulled her hair, causing her
neck to extend, then ran the tip of his tongue along her exposed flesh.

Intense bolts of heat shot straight to her clit. The painful
tug at her scalp increased her pleasure. The tighter he fisted her hair,
suckled and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, the hotter and more voracious
she became. Her heartbeat pounded. Blood rushed through her veins and roared
inside her ears. Pure power gripped her, causing her to dig her nails into his
shoulders as she clung to him for support.

Pump for pump, she ground into him, taking his cock in deep.
She couldn’t get enough. The grip of his arm around her waist tightened and his
body tensed as he fucked her harder. Temair couldn’t breathe when he bit her
breast through her clothing. A bolt of pleasure like she had never known ripped
through her and shook her to the core, releasing an orgasm of tsunami-size
force.

Every muscle trembled. Perspiration coated her skin. As the
orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed the sex-grip of her legs around his waist.
His cock throbbed inside her soaked, satisfied pussy. If memory served her
right, she’d only experienced an orgasm close to this once before, and that was
with Evan as well. He made her quiver internally from her scalp to her nipples,
to her bellybutton, to her clit all the way to her toes. God, this man was
good.
No.
This man was a sexual dynamo, one she intended to sample as
many times as she could, before his
holiday
was over.

What better way to get to know him than to fuck him raw,
Temair decided. She inhaled deep, filling her lungs and her nose with the scent
of just-been-laid goodness. The look of relaxed satisfaction on his face made
her smile. She’d put that look there and planned to keep it there for his
entire visit.

If she could.

What if she couldn’t? Being older than him… That little hint
of doubt threatened to take over, but the empowered sexual bitch Evan created
slapped it back down, if only for the moment. Temair cupped his cheek, then
placed a tender kiss to his lips.

“Obviously, I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you too,”
she said as she brushed her thumb sensually across his lower lip and held her
gaze leveled on his. His sheepish grin made her smile.

“Seems we’ve made a bit of a mess.”

Temair nodded toward a door. “One of the perks of being the
owner is a private bathroom.”

He kissed her softly, as his cock slipped from her pussy. A
feeling of emptiness took his place, but she knew it was a matter of time
before she’d coax him back inside. Temair watched him walk. Tall, lean and
sexy, he moved with a sensual confidence belonging solely to him. Still dressed
in his suit, jacket and all, he’d given her a phenomenal fuck.
Wonder how
great it will be once he’s naked.
She chewed her lower lip and gave herself
a hug before she scooted off the desk.

The moment her feet touched ground, she realized quickly how
great sex weakened the legs, but managed to reach the jeweler’s bench without
falling. She dried herself, using the paper towels from the roll she kept on
her workstation. She straightened her dress and resituated the pantyhose as best
as she could to make them semi-comfortable. Oddly enough, she liked the
exposure. Cool air coated her thoroughly fucked pussy and soothed the ache of
her tender flesh.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, the breath
hitched in her throat. He looked magnificently debonair, from his bald head to
the sexy little soul patch beneath his lower lip, to the tip of his well-shined
shoes. She was ready to fuck him again.

He crossed the room, took her hand in his and lifted it to
his lips. “That’s not exactly how I envisioned this meeting would go. I had
planned to take you to lunch and see where things went from there. But it seems
I lacked self-control and lived in the moment instead.” He brushed her knuckles
with a gentle kiss and leveled a gaze filled with sexual promise directly on
hers. “Any regrets?”

Every ounce of moisture left her mouth and nosedived to her
pussy.
Damn. He is good.
Temair drew from a reservoir of inner strength
being with him helped build, and managed to reply, “No. I’m looking forward to
our next little adventure. I believe you promised to instruct me in the proper
usage of your present.”

His chuckle thrilled her to the core. “That I did. Will you
have dinner with me this evening?”

“Yes.”

“What time would you prefer and where shall I pick you up?”

Temair glanced at the items still in need of her attention
lying on her workbench, then returned her gaze to his. “Will seven be okay? And
you can pick me up here. I live in an upstairs apartment. It’s the door to the
left of the store. Just press the buzzer when you arrive and I’ll let you in.”

“Seven it is,” he answered with a nod. “Any preference of
food or restaurant?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. I’m easy.” As soon as the words
left her mouth, heat seeped into her cheeks. He cupped her chin and forced her
gaze to return to his.

“No, Temair,” he stated as he leaned in close. His accent
danced along her ears, sending chills skating down her arms. The heat of his
breath caressed her lips. “You are one highly sexual, intelligent, complicated,
beautiful woman and that’s anything but easy.”

He kissed her, not hot and hungry like earlier, but soft and
caring, igniting her libido on a whole new level. When he released her, he
whispered, “Until later.” Then turned and walked out of her office.

She stood stock-still, simply staring after him, enthralled
by his admission.
Highly sexual. Intelligent. Complicated. Beautiful.
Oh
lord, how was she ever going to live up to that?

Lisanne appeared in the doorway. “Care to tell me the juicy
tidbits you
obviously
left out about last month’s trade show?”

“I…” Temair hesitated. “I met Evan Lyndsay.”

Lisanne’s eyebrow arched and a knowing look showed on her
face. “I’d say you
met
Evan Lyndsay all right. You should’ve
straightened your desk before you opened the door.” Her laughter followed her
back into the storefront.

Temair froze at the sight of her desk in such a disheveled
mess. The computer was slid to one side. Several files had fallen and lay
scattered across the floor. The picture of her and Lisanne from opening day had
toppled facedown. Temair shook her head. There was no denying sex happened on
that desk.