Captivate her: Laws of Seduction Book 1, page 8
James seems to relax a bit. He leans back, wrapping his fingers around my hand again. “So he likes you.”
“I guess.” I shrug my shoulders. “He is a nice guy and super talented. I just can’t believe he would do anything like that,” I defend Davis. “Besides, you saw him. He doesn’t need to use tricks to get girls.” I start to expand on Davis’s good looks, but then remember who I am talking to and think better of it.
“Don’t be naïve, Elaine. Some guys will do anything to get a woman they want.”
I shudder, wondering why someone would have drugged me. “I’ll never know who did it, will I?” Not knowing who was behind it was the scary part.
James must have heard the fear in my voice. He puts his arm around me, pulling me into his chest. “Hey, you’re going to be okay.”
I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest, breathing in the warm, comforting scent of James. The ringing of a cell phone snaps me out of the comforting cocoon of James’s embrace. I sit up and say, “I hope I haven’t ruined your plans for the day.” It is unlikely that James had anticipated having to take care of a drugged-up girl on Sunday afternoon.
“It’s alright. I don’t have anything important going on.” He ignores his phone and pulls me over onto his lap so that I am looking up into his face. “You are going to the Hamptons with me next weekend.”
“Wh… What?” I stutter.
“You heard me.”
“I thought I still had the week to think about it,” I huff.
“That was before last night, when you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”
Heat rushes up my neck to my face. “But we didn’t….” I wave my hand between our two bodies.
James lets out a snort of laughter. “Despite your best attempts – no.” A huge grin spreads across James’s face, revealing his dimple. “I loved your striptease though.”
Could this get any worse? “Striptease?” I ask in a weak voice.
“I would love to tell you about it, but I am a gentleman, and I don’t kiss and tell.”
“But you would be telling me about myself,” I declare outraged.
“You are so cute when you get riled.” James starts nuzzling my neck, and I melt.
“Don’t think I am letting this go.” I manage before he slides his hand under my t-shirt. I feel his hand moving up my torso and my breath catches.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” James responds before kissing me in earnest.
A tide of pleasure washes over me as his tongue duels with mine. Abruptly, he pulls back and looks into my eyes. The burning desire I see in his face makes my already hardened nipples tingle and ache. My groin clenches in anticipation.
“I have been hard for you all night,” James rumbles in a low, husky voice. “If you don’t want to fucked and fucked hard, then you had better say so now.”
In response I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for another intense kiss. After the kiss has gone on for a while, he rears back and stands up with me still in his arms. I nuzzle his neck as he strides back to the bedroom, where he sets me on my feet in front of the bed. “I want you naked.” I am not wearing anything underneath my t-shirt and sweats, so it only takes a few seconds to strip them off. It is incredibly arousing to stand naked before James as he runs his eyes over me. He is still fully dressed, which just adds to my excitement.
“Turn around,” he commands, and slowly I turn my back to him. Anticipation builds in me as I stand waiting for what will happen next. “You are so beautiful.” I hear from close behind me. “That ass is incredible.” I want to beg him to touch me but somehow know he wants me to stand there quietly. “Turn back around.” I do and glance down at the bulge straining against his pants.
He sees the direction my eyes have followed. “Yes, I want you… badly,” he hisses out. Reaching behind him, he pulls his t-shirt off over his head, leaving him only in tight jeans. He steps up closer to me and grips my ass hard, and at the same time he bends down and bites my shoulder. His roughness ratchets up my desire to a fever pitch, and I let out a whimper of excitement. He releases me and steps back. “Sit down on the edge of the bed.” I sit down and watch as James strips off his jeans and briefs.
He steps up to me and places his hand on the middle my chest, pushing me back. I am lying back looking at the ceiling as my legs dangle over the side of the bed. He brushes his hand down over my breast and pinches my nipple, and I give another involuntary groan. I am desperate for more of his touch when I feel his lips on my inner thighs. He moves his warm mouth closer and closer to my aching core, and my breathing becomes faster and faster. Both of his hands are now pinching and stroking my nipples, and I feel like I might explode from that alone. I close my eyes when I feel his warm breath and then his tongue sucking against my clit. It is the most exquisite pleasure, and I cry out. He moves one hand down and pushes two fingers into me. Stars burst against my closed eyelids as I rocket off into an orgasm that goes on and on.
As I float back to, reality, James turns me over and pulls me up so that I am on my knees. He must have gotten a condom while I was in my post-orgasmic haze, because his rock-hard erection prods at my entrance. It slides in with ease. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. Once he is sheathed to the hilt, I move my hips in a circle, luxuriating in the sense of fullness. James groans and starts moving slowly back and forth while gripping my hips. He reaches down and fingers my clit.“Do you like that baby?”
I can only give a hum of pleasure.
“I can’t hear you.” James punctuates every word with a thrust of his hips.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out. Sweat is making our bodies slick. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is the only sound punctuating the silence of the room.
Without warning, James pulls out and flips me over onto my back. “I want to see you when you come again.” The intensity of his gaze almost takes my breath away. He licks and sucks my breasts and plays with my clit some more until I am burning to feel his cock filling me again. I buck my hips and whimper in pleasure. “What do you want, baby?”
“You,” I beg. “Please, James. I want you inside me.”
He pushes back into me and stares down into my eyes. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh, yes… please.” I arch my back up. James grips my thighs and hikes my legs up behind him. I run my tongue over his lower lip and his raspy jaw down to his warm neck. I lick, kiss, and nibble and hear him groan my name, “Lainey… fuck yes.” I run my nails down his broad, muscular back. “Oh, fuck… Lainey… you feel… so good.” He is pounding into me, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I begin to convulse around him as another orgasm rocks through me. James lets out a loud groan as he comes inside me. We are both breathing hard, and I feel his weight settle down around me.
After a moment, James shifts off of me to dispose of the condom. Turning back to me, he leans down to kiss my breast. “You are so hot when you come,” he says drowsily before pulling me over so that he is spooning me from behind. Sometime later – it could have been a few minutes or a few hours – I wake up feeling refreshed. The disturbing events from the night before seem far away. I resolutely put them out of my mind, since I know that no good can come from dwelling on them.
I feel James shift behind me. His hand, which had been resting on my breast, starts to tease my nipple. Incredibly, a zing of desire shoots through me. Turning onto my back, I trail my fingers down James’s stomach and feel his hard ab muscles tense. I move my hand down further and allow it to skim his erection before grasping it in a firm hold. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, I decide to be bolder. I sit up and trail my lips down the same path that my hand had just made. When I get to his cock, I run my tongue up the base to the tip and swirl my tongue around the bulb before easing in more. James curses and bucks his hips as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair as he helps guide me up and down. I pause to suck and lick before sucking him back into my mouth again and taking him as far back as I can manage. Giving head was something I had never really enjoyed before, but the sound of James’s pleasure turns me on. I feel an overwhelming need to make him lose control with my mouth on his cock.
I could tell that he was getting close when he pulled me up and over his body. “Condom,” he says, gesturing toward the bedside table. I lean over him and grab one, opening the package before sliding it down his cock. With his hands on my hips, James guides me down onto his erection. He roughly grips my hips, pulling me back and forth. At the same time, he arches up into me until I am sure I can feel his cock hitting my womb. “Oh, yea… like that,” he says before moving his hands up to my breasts and teasing my nipples. I arch back to give him better access, and he moves his one hand to my clit, drawing circles around it with his thumb. My body grows taut, and I close my eyes, feeling my impending orgasm about to rush over me. “Look at me.” I hear James as if from a distance, and open my eyes. My gaze meets his as another raging orgasm rushes over me. As limp as a rag doll, I fall down over his chest and luxuriate in the feel of his hands stroking my back. All too soon I sit up so that James can dispose of the condom.
We shower together, and as we are getting dressed, James suggests ordering burgers in. I realize that I am famished, and I hope I don’t seem too enthusiastic as I agree. While we wait for our burgers to arrive, James hands me my cell phone. I had forgotten to ask about it this morning. Several unread messages appear in my inbox. Two from Nick and five from Sam, with each getting more anxious than the last. I send Sam and Nick short texts reassuring them that I am still in the land of the living.
Our burgers come and we make short work of them in silence. James gestures toward the onions that I have picked off my burger. “You don’t like onions?”
Heat rises to my face. Generally, I have nothing against onions. I just don’t like kissing someone with onion or garlic breath. “I can take them or leave them,” I reply nonchalantly and quickly change the subject. “I have decided that I will go to the Hamptons with you on one condition.”
“Isn’t it a little late for conditions? I hate to tell you, but the cat is already out of the bag,” James says giving me a leering grin that has my toes curling.
“I’m serious. Things can’t go any further between us unless you agree to my stipulation.”
“Let’s hear it then.”
I clear my throat. “I don’t want anyone at the office to know there is anything going on between us.”
James blinks. “So... what does that mean?” His eyebrows rise. “We would be having a secret affair? Have you thought this through?”
“Yes, absolutely. I don’t want anyone to think that I am getting extra privileges because of my relationship with you. I have worked hard to get this far, and I want to continue to be successful under my own hard work and merits. Not because I am sleeping with the boss.”
“First of all,” he says grimly, “I am not your boss. If I were, a relationship between the two of us would be unethical. Second of all, what does it matter what anyone else thinks?”
“I feel strongly about this, James. I am just starting at the firm, and I would like everyone to get to know me as myself and for my work first. Can you understand that?”
James sighs. “If that is the only way I can get you to the Hamptons with me next weekend, then I’ll go along with it. But I’m reserving judgement about whether it is a good idea or not.”
“Thank you. “I let out a dejected sigh.
James eyes me. “What’s wrong?”
“I am just not looking forward to my walk of shame.”
Looking completely unsympathetic James suggests, “You could wear those clothes home.”
I give him a scornful look. “Sure, this would look great with four-inch heels. No, thank you.”
“It’s up to you,” is all he has to say.
“I guess I had better get a move on before Sam decides to send out a search party.” I walk back to the bedroom to change into my outfit from the night before. When I come back out, James tells me that he has ordered a car for me and teases me about my walk of shame, making me laugh. Before I step onto the elevator, he reminds me to be ready to leave for the Hamptons from work on Friday. I depart with the happy knowledge that I will be spending the whole weekend with him.
CHAPTER 14
Monday morning comes all too early, and I find myself slaving away at the usual tedious tasks. There is one bright spot in the day when Elizabeth informs me that the class-action suit is a go. We set up a meeting for later in the week to strategize on reaching claimants and start setting up a process for making a claim. True to his word, James does not acknowledge me at work, but in the late afternoon my phone chimes with a text. Glancing down I see it is from James.
I see you have recovered from your walk of shame. Can’t wait to fuck you again this weekend.
Looking around I see that no one is paying any attention to me. I reply back.
You are so romantic.
As a precaution I give James a codename in my contacts. I also set up a password for my phone.
By Wednesday, I am longing for the weekend. Besides catching glimpses of him coming to or from meetings, I have not seen or heard from James since Monday afternoon. I remind myself that this is exactly how I want things as I glumly head for the kitchenette for an afternoon pick-me-up cup of coffee. Becca, who had worked with the unlucky Sonia, is there with another junior associate who I do not know. They are absorbed in their conversation and don’t acknowledge me as I come in. Looking over the selection of coffee capsules, my ears prick up when I hear Elizabeth’s name.
“I heard they were almost engaged when her boyfriend dumped her.”
“Do you think it’s true that she had an affair with G-man?”
“One of the admins on my floor says that they were making out at the last firm party.”
“Do you think they’re together?” Looking up, Becca sees me, and I choose a random flavor of coffee. I pop it into the machine to disguise the fact that I have been eavesdropping. “Hey Elaine,” says Becca, giving me a smile that seems a bit insincere. “You work with Elizabeth, right?”
Opening the refrigerator for milk, I answer as noncommittedly as possible. “Yes.”
“So does she have a boyfriend? Is she seeing anyone?”
Despite my earlier interest in their conversation, I do not want to be a part of any office gossip, so I deflect. “I don’t know anything about her personal life… Are you seeing anyone?”
“Who has time for a steady relationship with a workload like ours?” she scoffs as she flips her long dark hair over her shoulder. She smiles mischievously, “Although I am not against squeezing in the occasional hookup.”
My coffee finished, I make an awkward but quick escape as Becca ranks the lawyers in the firm she would like to hook up with. G-man, whoever he is, is at the top of the list, but I also hear Alex’s name a little further down. I wonder if I should give him a heads up, but then think better of it, not wanting to rehash the entire incident. This conversation has definitely reinforced my decision to keep my relationship with James private. There is no way that I want to become grist for the gossip mill at Houghton Mills.
Friday finally arrives and the day creeps along at a slow pace. During the summer everyone in the firm works extra-long hours Monday through Thursday so that they can take off early on Fridays, so by noon the office starts to clear out. Elizabeth comes out of her office around two and walks over to my desk. She looks well put together as always in black dress pants and a houndstooth fitted blazer. The notched neckline and zippered pockets give it a modern, sexy look. “Well, Elaine, another week under your belt.” She eyes my packed duffel bag that I had shoved under my desk. “Are you going away this weekend?”
I give her a bright smile. “Yes, to the Hamptons.”
“That sounds nice. Are you going on the Jitney?” The Hamptons Jitney is a bus service that runs from Midtown Manhattan to the Hamptons. It is popular with twenty-somethings because of its low price and convenience.
“No, I am driving out with a friend. How about you… Any big plans for the weekend?”
“Nothing too exciting. I’ll be staying in the city. Maybe meeting up with some friends.” I smile expectantly at Elizabeth and she adds, “You should get out of here soon. You don’t want to get caught in traffic.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Well, have a good weekend.”
“Thanks Elizabeth. You too.” As I watch Elizabeth walk back to her office, I can’t help wondering who she had made out with at the last office party.
I work at my desk for another twenty minutes when I receive a text from James.
Can you leave now?
Yes
Meet me downstairs. I’m parked on the street.
I shut down my computer and head to the ladies’ room. After using the restroom and washing my hands, I inspect my image in the mirror. I had put on my light pink skater dress because it could fit dressy or casual. It also didn’t hurt that the heels I wore with it made my legs look particularly good. Since it is hot, I pull my hair back into a low pony tail. I also apply a little bronzer and lip gloss before going back to my desk to retrieve my bag.
Walking out into the hot afternoon sun, I scan the sidewalk for James. I see him standing down the street in front of a sleek, black car. As I walk up to him, he just nods and takes my bag, loading it into the trunk of the car. I walk around to the passenger side and get in. People are exiting our building but no one who I recognize. It probably wasn’t a good idea to meet James in front of our building if I want to keep my relationship with him a secret. James opens his car door and gets in. Turning to me with one of his devastating smiles, he asks, “Ready?”
