CorporateTemptress (2 page)

Chapter Two

The mansion stood out in the night sky and impressed Evan.
He’d never dated—not that he’d call tonight a date—a woman who carried the same
wealth as he. He liked knowing that Brooke took care of herself, had the
ability to provide for her life on her own and more so, didn’t look to him for
his money. Her stability made her all the more attractive.

Striding forward, he trotted up the steps leading him onto
the porch. At the mahogany front door, he knocked, and a moment later it opened
to a thin woman in her early thirties. “Mr. Marshall?” At his nod, she opened
the door wider. “Please come in. Ms. Silverwood is expecting you.”

He entered the home, further awestruck. Modern to the hilt,
nothing in this home appeared less than top-of-the-line. Even the marble floors
exuded richness. While he was simpler in his tastes, his house not nearly as
lavish, he didn’t mind that Brooke showed off her hard work with a beautiful
home.

“She’s waiting for you in her office,” the woman said.

He glanced over at her, surprised that Brooke hadn’t greeted
him. “And you would be?”

“I’m Ms. Silverwood’s assistant, Melanie.” She stepped
through the door, stopping once outside and glancing back at him. “Ms.
Silverwood asked for me to show you in tonight, but I’m off now.” Her grin
looked up to no good. “The office is the third door on the right.” She pointed
down the hallway and he followed her direction to guide his way, then turned
back to her when she said, “Enjoy yourself, sir.”

“Thank you.”

With a soft chuckle, Melanie shut the door behind her and
Evan removed his shoes, placing them by the wall. His mind ran wild with
thoughts about what the assistant knew that he didn’t. He suspected maybe the
two were friends and Brooke had told her of their arrangement tonight. Instead
of playing with those images, he sought to discover the truth for himself.

As he strode down the hallway, silence surrounded him, only
making his thoughts run wild. At the third door, he drew in a deep breath,
centering himself then entered the office. It appeared simple enough, modern
design similar to the rest of the house, but within one step, he stopped dead
in his tracks. The blood in his veins rushed straight to his dick, hardening it
so fast he moaned.

Fuck me!

Brooke sat in a chair, wearing a black lace bra, garter and
fishnet stockings. That could make any man stumble, but her position left his
mouth agape. She leaned back in the chair, both legs draped over the armrests,
and she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy drew his gaze. Mostly bare except for
the line traveling from her clit pointing upward.

Beautiful.

With the soft light angled down on her to showcase the view,
he noticed moisture already glistening against the pink flesh, her skin swollen
and begging for him. Christ, he salivated for her.

“Pretty, aren’t I?” she asked.

He glanced away from that delicious cunt and looked up at
her face. The makeup around her eyes was darker now and she was an erotic
treasure. “You’re very sexy, Brooke.”

“I’m pleased you think so.” She slid her finger over the
swell of her breast, drawing his attention to those big breasts sitting
perfectly in her bra. “Now I do believe if we’re to become business partners, I
should see how efficient you are.”

He glanced away from her trailing finger to her crystal-blue
eyes and arched an eyebrow. “By pleasuring you?”

“That’s right.” Her smile was pure sin. “I want you to play
with my pussy and make me come.”
Is this woman for real?
“Are you up to
the task, Evan?”

She certainly wasn’t screwing around and she didn’t have to
ask him twice. He’d craved to taste her on his tongue, get her scent memorized
and lick every square inch of her.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them in a
few strides. Yet he also recognized her continuing game. A dominant woman she
may be, but he wasn’t a submissive man. While he loved her teasing him this
way, her blunt proposal was only accepted because
he
wanted this.

Once in front of her, he cupped her chin, angling her head
back so it lay against the headrest. “Just so we’re clear, what’s the task? Do
you want to come or to be pleasured?”

His question seemed to surprise her, since her eyes widened.
Her lips parted once before they closed, then she gave a wicked grin. “I’m not
aware of a difference.”

He
tsked
. “Poor woman, then.” He raised his fingers
to her mouth, sliding along her bottom lip until she opened, then he pushed his
two fingers between those soft lips until they rested on her tongue to moisten
them. “There’s a difference, believe me.”

After she coated his fingers with her saliva, he pulled them
from the sweet mouth that he fully intended on fucking by night’s end. Placing
the other hand on her shoulder, he pinned her and lowered his fingers to her
pussy.

Her wet cunt easily accepted him, stretching as he settled
his two fingers in deep, angling them in the perfect spot to prove his point
that she’d met her match tonight.

Forcing her to stay put with his fingers in her tight heat
and hand on her shoulder, he grinned. “Best I show you, just so you know the
difference.”

Her curious gaze deepened. “Tell me…”

He didn’t let her finish before he used all the strength
behind his muscles to thrust, up and down, fast and hard. Her pussy went into
convulsions around his fingers. Her head flew back, hitting the headrest, and
she shouted her pleasure with no restraint. And that pleased him.

Within mere seconds, wetness increased on his fingers, and
all that beautiful noise she made cut off as her pussy clamped against him, so
tight that each move was more forced than the last. Her arousal glistened
against her thighs, spreading down over his palm as she erupted into a stunning
orgasm. The more he thrust, the more her sweet juices told him he’d satisfied
this woman to her very bones.

Once she crashed from her climax, her pussy released him,
leaving a delightfully wet cunt. He withdrew his fingers and ran his soaking
touch down her thigh, allowing her to feel what he’d done to her.

“That, Brooke, is making you come.” He dropped to his knees,
amused that her head remained tipped back and she still hadn’t looked at him,
totally breathless. The control he sought he now owned.

As he leaned in, the musky scent of her cum engulfed him and
his dick twitched. Taking a huge breath to inhale the aroma, he licked those
swollen lips. She startled at the first swipe of his tongue, as she clearly
hadn’t recovered from the orgasm.

Her hands slid across his buzz-cut hair and he all but
growled against her scorching flesh. “Place your hands on the armrests.” He
kept his mouth close to entice her, but glanced up, as she stared down at him.
“Do. Not. Move.”

A flare rushed through her gaze and he loved knowing he put
it there. A woman who loved control, who no doubt would fight him for it in
every regard and didn’t enjoy being told what to do, but he welcomed the
challenge.

After she complied, he licked her hot, silky flesh, and her
womanly tang made him groan. He slid his tongue low to taste her cum, to draw
what he’d brought forth into his mouth, and the woman tasted as good as she
sounded when she gave him that release.

He placed his hands on her thighs, raised her legs even
farther onto the armrests and pulled her bottom out to spread her wide. As he
tickled those nether lips with light flicks, she gasped and panted, squirming
beneath him.

Lovely.

When she tried to thrust against his mouth to bring herself
to another release, he stayed away from her clit to tease her. For all the
teasing she’d done to him, the woman deserved it.

Her deep pants drifted across him, and at a quick glance, he
noticed she gripped the armrests with a death hold, her knuckles white. His
gaze skimmed up her rounded stomach, then to her breasts spilling out of her
bra. After a long lick from the very bottom of her pussy right to top, he
backed away. “Play with your breasts.”

Never, not once in his life, had he ever asked a woman to do
such a thing. But he’d never been with a woman like Brooke. A bold woman who he
had no doubt would do as he instructed.

With a grin that made his balls heavy, she pulled the cups
of the bra under each breast, exposing beautiful tits. Not perky, sitting high
and young, but stunning breasts that showed the woman was exactly that: a fine
display of sexy, confident, thirty-five year-old.

She squeezed her tits in her fingers before she slid closer
to her nipples, pinching each one. Her gaze darkened as she tweaked and pulled,
indicating to him she loved a little force and if he gave the woman a harsh
slap on her ass, she’d revel in it.

“Does this please you?” she whispered.

Fuck yeah!

Instead of answering her, he placed his tongue right back on
her cunt to speak his approval and he noted that she’d dampened some. Clearly
she enjoyed that he watched her play with herself.

Christ, he loved it too.

His cock ached, desperate for any type of touch, and he
couldn’t hold back. As he continued to lick her soft folds, he rubbed his cock
through his pants. He’d never been so hard. Keeping his eyes trained on her
tits, he watched as she continued to pull at those tiny nipples extending into
taut buds. Her eyes were closed, mouth parting as every swipe of his tongue had
her arching for more.

Begging.

That’s where he wanted her.

When her legs trembled against the armrests and her breath
deepened, he gave her the attention she sought. Selfish reasons drove him now.
He basked in hearing her come, knowing he caused her to scream out, and he
wanted to do it again.

Sliding his tongue upward, he used feathering touches
against her silky skin. He sucked those swollen lips into his mouth and her
increasing deep moans drove him to work harder.

At her clit, he blew against the heated flesh and she gasped
as her gorgeous eyes snapped open. Locked in her gaze, he used the flat of his
tongue, and in a soft swirl, he flicked at the little bud. Her mouth formed an
O
and her cheeks deepened in color.

He gave her one more lick, drew that sweet taste of hers
into his mouth before moving his tongue away. “Release your tits.” He waited
until she obliged him then added, “Hands back on the armrests.”

She didn’t pause this time and he grinned. She was so
aroused, greedy in her need, that anything he asked of her, she’d comply. A
woman desperate for release, brought to the very edge of her orgasm, and
luckily for her, he’d send her flying.

He shifted up on his knees, giving his cock one more
appreciative rub before his focus became all about that clit. Drawing in a deep
breath, he settled his mouth over the bundle of nerves then unleashed the power
of his tongue.

Flicking, swirling and sucking, he didn’t give her the
option not to succumb to his demand. He didn’t give her the chance to catch her
breath and he wanted her to scream up to the rafters. Heat swirled down into
his stomach as her noises were different ones. Almost unbearable sounds that
confirmed he’d tipped her further than she’d gone last time. And that satisfied
him.

Placing the tip of his finger at her slit, he swirled it in
her juices as he settled his mouth over her clit. He pulled the bud carefully
between his teeth, positioning it, then in a move he suspected would shock her
into orgasm, he pushed his finger into that tight pussy and sucked on her clit.

Her hands wrapped around his head and he’d not deny her the
right, no matter that he’d told her not to move. Where he was sending her, her
mind held no control any longer, which empowered him. Those long, cherry-red
fingernails dug into his scalp, but it urged him to pump his finger harder.

This woman could take his rough advances and she arched up
into each one, meeting him thrust for thrust. With his free hand, he pushed
against her stomach to pin her to the chair and she writhed under his hold.

He massaged her clit with his tongue and pumped his fingers
into that cunt he could hardly wait to slam into. Especially considering the
treatment she presently gave to his finger. Her tight pussy clamped down then
she became a crazed woman in the throes of the highest forms of pleasure, not
restrained by insecurities. This woman owned her sexuality and she unleashed it
vocally.

The second she dropped from her climax, he yanked his finger
out and slid his tongue over her sated flesh from top to bottom. She tasted
even sweeter now; creamier, more aroused and incredibly perfect.

After a final lick to savor her, he leaned back on his legs,
glanced up at her and chuckled at the boneless woman half falling out of the
chair. “And
that
, Brooke, is pleasure.”

He stood, glancing down at her, and he wanted to beat his
chest in pride. He’d rendered the corporate temptress, one with a mouth who
could talk dirty like most men and who thought she had all the control when he
first walked into the room, into a silent, compliant woman.

Long moments passed before she finally lowered her head and
glanced back at him. Her gaze was glossy and the woman was a stunning creature
with her rosy cheeks. She stood on shaky legs until she inhaled and stabilized
herself.

He hadn’t had the time to appreciate the view, since her
exposed pussy had demanded his attention. With the heels she had on, she came
close to the same height as his. Her skin was creamy and flawless. The black
silk lingerie made her the most fuckable thing he’d ever seen.

“I’m impressed, Evan,” she said softly.

He inclined his head, stern on the outside, grinning like a
fool inside. “I take my work very seriously, Ms. Silverwood.”