Seductress Seduced (The Embassy Book 4) (6 page)

“Ah, that’s better,” he murmured into my ear, sounding quite content and satisfied, and by far not as drained as he should have been, considering that my body was busy pulling in the last tendrils of the lust haze from between us. Any moment now, he would fall asleep, or unconscious, more likely, and I could slink off undetected.

Only that moment never came, and eventually his hardening cock found its way between my thighs, rubbing sensually up and down my slit. He was truly insatiable, just as if he was—

And that’s when my thoughts ground to a sudden halt, residual guilt chased away by logic.

“Garrett?”

“Hmm?”

“Why exactly did Brett hand you off to Emily?” I asked the one question that I should have posed from the get-go. It wasn’t usual for Embassy staff to hand over clients to one of their colleagues.

“Because no one but you wanted to have me?” he offered, a little sheepishly.

“But that makes no sense. You know how the Embassy works—like me, you’re the perfect match for the picky, demanding client. Sometimes even the last-minute problem solver for the cases they don’t find anyone else for, or clients who have a very narrow spectrum of what they want, and only we fit the bill perfectly. As the match,” I emphasized. “Not the client.” Why that hadn’t occurred to me before, I didn’t know, but now that little detail was becoming increasingly obvious.

A low rumble started in his chest, more felt against my back than heard.

“A very, very narrow spectrum sometimes,” he agreed, running his tongue along the shell of my ear. A thrust of his hips had his glans rubbing over my clit, making me want to reach down and guide him into me like nothing else. But if I did that, it would be another round before we got to finish this talk, and I needed an answer now.

“Somehow I’m starting to feel like I’m missing part of the information here,” I pointed out.

I would probably have sounded consternated if he hadn’t just reached down and started rubbing my clit, his cock now back at my entrance.

“Hmm, what could that possibly be?” he mused. Then pushed forward, gliding into me with ease. I bowed my back against him, feeling need and desire curl my toes.

Half turning around in his arms, yet careful to keep our lower bodies aligned and him firmly inside of me, I looked at him, finding his eyes hungrily centered on my lips.

“Spit it out!”

That mischievous grin from before was back, and he underlined it with a delicious thrust deep into me.

“Right, there was something. A little tidbit Brett investigated after the first client I was with complained that she felt a little under the weather after our tryst. Wasn’t until his last client downright fled from me in the interview that he could pinpoint what was going on. Turns out, I am actually insatiable, just like you.”

His fingers on my clit increased their speed, driving me wild from that alone.

“What exactly—“

“I’m part incubus,” he replied, smirking. “Not enough for all the benefits to kick in—you know, immortality, not relying on food to sustain me, stuff like that? But on the plus side, I don’t automatically kill every woman I have sex with when I don’t keep a very tight rein on myself. And, as it seems, while you can feed off of me, you can’t more than temporarily drain me. I do feel a little winded now, but give me another ten minutes, and I should be back to fully charged. But that’s ten minutes you won’t last, so let’s time me next round, instead.”

With that, his lips stole my breath away, his tongue rubbing sensually against mine, and I was a little too preoccupied to protest.
And really, with no reason to hold back, why should I bother?
He certainly didn’t.

And that was that
, as they say.

Hours—and more orgasms than I could keep track of, not that I tried—later, I staggered out of the elevator and over to the bar, grabbing a tequila on the way to Emily’s office. I was so sated that I didn’t even notice that Martha wasn’t present, but the only one I cared to see was the ever perfectly put-together woman behind the heavy oak desk.

“You knew,” I accused as soon as I fell into one of the soft leather chairs, wincing slightly as the impact jarred my tired muscles.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t,” she pointed out, allowing herself a small smile. One she’d definitely earned, so I didn’t tease her about it.
But still
.

“And you let me jeer at you earlier this week? Very uncustomary for you.”

She shrugged.
 

“I didn’t know then, but Brett informed me in the meantime. After that, there really was no reason to put this off. I think you will agree with me here.”

Snorting, I finished my drink, and set the glass down heavily onto her desk.

“Why don’t you tell me? You pervs always watch the tapes a second time just to be sure that you didn’t miss anything.”

“I’m sure we can do without that this time,” she replied, eyeing the glass with disdain.

“Well, call me if you need me, but don’t expect me to pick up on the first ring. I might be a little more preoccupied in the coming—years.”

That made her laugh.

“I will. And glad that I could be of service.”

I left without setting her straight—that just because she had set me up, didn’t change a thing. Because she had set the contract so that I was the fulfilling, not the demanding party, I had a happy smile on my face.

Garrett was waiting for me beside the exit, looking a little disheveled, but remarkably steady for someone who’d blacked out—and recovered, twice—last night.

“Ready to go home?”

“With you? Always.”

Although I wasn’t sure that we’d make it there in one go; there was always the cab ride, and the stairwell in my house had a few interesting nooks and crannies practically begging for exploration.
Who knew what the new day would bring?

Sex, of course. Because sex, as we all know, makes the world go round and round.

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We Kinky Three Series:

Caught in the Middle

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The Embassy Series:

The Girl & The Vampire

One for the Pack

Ghostly Ties

Seductress Seduced

Underwater Love (November 2014)

Opposites Attract (December 2014)

Prey Series:

Hunter & Prey (forthcoming 2014)

Bait (forthcoming 2015)

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The Girl & The Vampire (The Embassy #1)

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Caught in the Middle (We Kinky Three #1)

For years now, resident surgeon Erin Slater has been focused on her career, with no time left for a relationship. Sexual frustration has her on edge, and it seems like a wet dream come true when her best friend Jack and his roommate Simon offer to help her scratch that itch. Their afternoon of debauchery leaves her yearning for more—not just sex, but to explore her submissive and masochistic side with Simon, who has been living the lifestyle for quite some time himself. Soon, she is starting to embrace her new self, leaving her secure enough to enjoy watching the two men in her life deconstruct a few boundaries between them as well.

But when emotions factor into the equation, things get complicated, forcing Erin to make a decision which man she will choose – but why can’t she have both? After all, a love triangle might be just what the doctor prescribes.
 

Dive into this vivid tale of friendship, lust, love, bondage, dominance, and submission. Intended for mature audiences.
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Acknowledgements

A huge THANK YOU goes to my wonderful editor and cover artist. This short story wouldn’t be such a pretty package without them!

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