Davis, Lexie - Tempted (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“You don’t have to cook for me.”

“I want to.” He kept his back to her. “How is Nina?”

“Great. She met a guy through a woman at work. They’re going on their first date tonight.” Ali propped her chin on her palm. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“I have to be in the office by eight. I’ll probably work all day. Why? Did you want to do something?”

Actually, she did. “No. That’s okay. I think I’ll do some shopping. See the sights around town and all.”

He leaned across the counter and lifted her chin. He smiled and kissed her. “You want my work number in case you change your mind?”

She grinned. “It could come in handy.”

“Remind me in the morning.”

When dinner was done, she offered to set the table. Sean tried grabbing her each time she passed for a quick kiss before they sat down to eat. Ali loved talking to him, sharing interests and learning about him. Sean was practically the perfect guy. So why was she hung up on what to do when she left? In all honesty, she wanted to take him with her. It sounded ridiculous because his life was in Laguna. Hers was in Beverly Hills.

“You want some dessert? I think I have some ice cream in the freezer.” Sean stood to clear the table.

She shook her head. “No, thank you. This was more than enough.” She carried her plate to the sink. “You like to eat extravagant meals, don’t you?”

He chuckled. “I like good food.” He took her plate and put it in the dishwasher. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He moved around her to the freezer, then pulled out an orange sherbet Push Pop. She stared at him as he undid the treat and pushed the ice cream to the top of the tube.

“What?”

“A Push Pop?”

“I love these.” He licked it. “Don’t knock it ’til you try it.”

She held out her hand. Smiling, he handed his dessert over. She pressed the flat of her tongue against it and swiped the top of the treat. It tasted just as good then as it had when she’d been a kid.

“I used to eat these at the softball field in celebration of beating the boys’ team when I was a teenager.”

Sean turned and pulled out another Push Pop. “You played softball?”

“Third base. The boys used to tease me in the hallways saying if they were good enough, I would let them get to third base. It was
hilarious
until I played them on the field and kicked their asses.”

He leaned against the counter. “Did you talk trash to them?”

“All the time.” She smirked. “We even teased them by wearing tight little shorts and thin white tank tops.”

“Ooh. Naughty girl.” He grinned, meeting her eyes.

Ali smiled. “Damn straight.”

They moved into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. “I’ve almost finished my book.”

He laughed. “You and your dirty novels. Do you have another one to read?”

“No.” She set her empty Push Pop on the newspaper that was on the coffee table. “I thought maybe, instead of reading about it, I could actively participate.”

She straddled his lap. Sean’s eyes turned a shade darker. She took his ice cream from him and ate the last bit before sitting the empty tube beside hers. His hands rested on her thighs while he waited for her to face him again.

“Really? What did you have in mind?” He wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Gemma and Cody fucked on the rainforest floor, so it wasn’t much for inspiration in real life since there are no rainforests near the beach, but the scene where he pushed her up against a tree was pretty entertaining. Definitely sparked my imagination.”

Sean chuckled. “You want me to take you against a tree?”

She ran her fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck. “No. There aren’t any trees around here.”

He leaned forward to kiss her. Within seconds, she completely forgot about their conversation. Sean slipped his hands beneath her blouse and pulled her closer, his erection coming to life against her thigh. She reached down to cup him, pulling her lips from his.

“Maybe I could take you, though,” she replied.

She scooted back until she was on her knees on the floor. Sean’s heavy-lidded gaze met her as she reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to tug his shorts down. His cock lay thick between his thighs, waiting for her touch.

She tossed his shorts to the side and kneeled to tug his shirt off. Simply staring at his body made her pussy damp. He looked nothing like the businessmen she knew and acted nothing like them either.

She ran her hands down his chest, over his nipples to the rock hard abs of his stomach. She kissed his inner thigh, darting her tongue out occasionally. He blew out a breath, keeping his hands to his sides as she worked her way up to his rock-hard cock. She flicked her tongue against the crease where his thigh met his hip while her hand worked his cock in slow strokes in an up-and-down rhythm.

A soft noise came from her lips as she inched her way to the left, pressing her lips to the base of his shaft. Her tongue darted out, brushing against his balls. Sean groaned. To Ali it was a power trip to go down on a man. She had him right where she wanted him, his pleasure, literally, in her hands. With one long, leisurely lick, she traced the throbbing vein on the underside to the very tip, lapping up the liquid that seeped out.

Sean’s patience snapped. His fingers knotted in her hair. She ran her tongue in a circle along the tip of his cock, smiling when he made a grunting noise. She loved it. Fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, she parted her lips and took him inside her mouth. Ali’s sex fluttered. She recalled how he’d filled her, pushed inside her pussy without mercy, and took her. She wanted it again.

Her lips clamped tight around him as she withdrew, her hand pumping up from the base. His grip on her hair never loosened as he guided her back, moaning when she took him to her throat.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” Sean arched off the couch, pushing himself deeper. “Suck it hard.”

She did. Repeatedly. Her free hand cupped his balls and stroked them. She continued the stroke and suck motion, pushing Sean closer and closer to the edge. He pulled her hair tighter, drove himself deeper, and came. Ali closed her eyes and reflexively swallowed, drinking up everything he gave her.

Moments later, his grip on her hair loosened, and he sagged against the couch. She pulled back and glanced up at him.

“I think you need to read those books more often,” he said. “Get you a damn library full.”

She chuckled.

Sean reached down and pulled her onto the couch beside him. He pushed her shirt up her belly and leaned down to kiss the exposed skin. “What else gave you inspiration?”

“I don’t know.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “You.”

He smiled and shifted above her to his knees. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Ali lifted her torso and whipped her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “How’s this?”

“Better.” He grinned. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. “But not enough.”

He leaned forward to lick the valley between her breasts. A soft noise of delight left her lips as he made his way to her neck. Sean’s lips were perfect for kissing, perfect for sampling her body, heightening her desire. She clutched his shoulders and pulled him to her, finding his mouth and kissing him. He pushed her back against the couch, sliding his hands to her hips to tug at her jogging shorts.

He pulled back long enough to remove them from her legs and settled in again, brushing his thumb along her slit. “You are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Ali froze as he kissed her inner thigh, taking in his words. No one had ever called her sexy. She closed her eyes when his tongue brushed against her. Her heart pounded in her chest as it swirled over her clit. She gasped when two of his fingers filled her, pumping inside. Her hand went blindly to his head, fisting her fingers in the silky locks of his hair. He didn’t tease her like she had done to him. He gave her just the right stimulation to send her spiraling into an earth-shaking climax.

When he lifted his head, he grinned. “What do you say we take this to the bedroom?”

Chapter Five

When Ali woke the next morning, she was alone. She yawned and stretched and tried her best to come alive. Sean entered the room with a wooden tray, wearing a business suit and green dress shirt with a matching tie.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He set the tray on his side of the bed. “I have to leave in a few minutes, so I’m giving you a key to lock up when you get ready to go.”

She nodded and sat up to investigate the tray full of food. “You cooked me breakfast?”

“Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And you get to eat in bed.”

She smiled and tucked the sheets beneath her arms. He pulled out his wallet and tossed his business card on the edge of the tray. “I have a meeting this morning—hence the business suit—but I could probably sneak away early if you want to do something later on.”

She picked up the card and read it. “Do you own the company?”

“It’s a partnership run by a board of directors.” He stuffed his wallet in his back pocket. “I call a lot of the shots, though.”

She stared at him. “You’re pretty hot in that suit. That green shirt looks good on you.”

He glanced down at her breasts and groaned. “Don’t tell me that when you’re naked in my bed.”

“I just made a statement.”

He chuckled and kissed her. “I promise to feed you breakfast tomorrow. Maybe even eat fruit off your luscious body.” He kissed her again. “But I’m running late right now.”

“Go.” She pushed him away, picking at the bowl of fruit he’d set to the side of her plate. “I’ll probably take a shower before I leave if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine. Make sure to lock up.”

“I will.” She bit into a strawberry. “Have fun at work.”

He made a rude noise. “You know I will.”

After he left, she ate her breakfast, cleaned up after herself, and decided to take a shower before she headed back to Nina’s beach house. The day she had planned was full of shopping—spending all her hard-earned money on whatever she wanted. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d set foot inside a mall and figured it was about time to stop saving and splurge a little. Okay, a lot.

The day was beautiful. The sun shone bright with the faintest breeze keeping the temperature down from potentially scalding degrees. She changed into a hot pink jogging outfit armed with her credit cards and check book and headed to the nearest mall, about five miles away from Nina’s beach house. She entered the mall and hit the larger department stores first. Surprised to find a huge shoe sale, Ali spent the first thirty minutes trying different styles on and ended up purchasing three pairs. Then she bought outfits and handbags to match.

“Chad, I
need
this outfit. You don’t understand what it’s like to have
nothing
to wear!”

Ali glanced toward her right where she saw her ex standing with his pregnant fiancée. She watched as Melody pouted and stomped her foot like a two-year-old, begging Chad to buy her the ugliest outfit in the store. Ali didn’t have time to hide before Chad glanced up and spotted her across the aisle.

“Alessandra?”

Ali cringed. “Chad. What are you doing here?”

“Melody’s family owns a beach house on the north side of town. What are you doing here?”

“Vacationing.” She glanced over at Melody before focusing on Chad again.

It was hard to believe she was—or thought she was—in love with the man. His eyes had crinkles around the corners as if worry and age had taken a toll on him. He was dressed in a pale yellow shirt and khaki pants, matching Melody’s summer dress. If it wasn’t so nauseating, she would have laughed.

“Uh, I really need to go.” Ali moved past him. “I’ll see you at work.”

She breathed a sigh of relief once she made it around the corner before Chad grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. For a moment, he simply stood there. Then, he leaned in. She was completely unprepared for the kiss he gave her. His lips were rough, moving over hers as he tried to coax her mouth open. Ali clamped her lips shut and pushed at his chest.