Hypnotic Seduction (The Seduction Series) (22 page)

“Jordan?” She cupped his chin in her hand and stared at him, wrinkling her forehead. “Did you hear what I said? I’ve never had an
orgas
—”

“I heard.” It was impossible to ignore a tidbit of information like that. “Are you forgetting how much it could complicate things at the office if we hook up?”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“Hannah, if the board found out I was involved with you, that would be the end of my
jo
—”

“No one at Calder would have to know.” She took his hand and slid his palm up her silky leg to the top of her stocking.

Oh, jeez. A man only had so much willpower.

“Then I could concentrate on my job instead of constantly thinking about—
you know
.”

And so could he.

“That’s a persuasive argument.” He slipped one finger under the elastic lace trim on her hosiery. The skin on her thighs felt like satin. He wanted to make her come like he’d never made a woman come before. “But I don’t want to lose you as my assistant. You’re much too valuable to me.”

“And I don’t want to lose my job. I love it, and I’d never find another one that paid as well.”

That was debatable. She had no concept of her true worth.

“Now that I’ve laid out all the benefits of us sleeping together, if you agreed,
that
would be consent.”

“You think so?” He slid his palm further up her leg and kneaded the naked round cheek between her thong and thigh-high stockings. Damn, she had the most tempting, soft bottom.

“Aren’t you consenting?” She gasped and writhed in his arms.

“I don’t know.” He stared into her hungry gaze. “Right now, there’s a conflict raging in me that makes World War II seem like an international tea party. After the games you played with me tonight, I’m pretty sure my participation is unconditional surrender.”

“Unh-uh. Surrender would be if I seduced you.”

He stroked her silky-smooth fanny and buried his face in her neck. She smelled so good. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all evening?”

“I don’t think so. Who’s squeezing whose tush?”

No question about it. She had him there. He had no business touching her like this—but damn, he wanted her.

“Mmmm, I see your point.” He pulled his hand from under her dress and flopped back against the seat. If he kept his paws completely to himself, his conscience could at least claim he hadn’t initiated anything and it was all her doing. “Why don’t you show me the difference?”

She arched one doubtful eyebrow. “You’ve never been seduced before?”

“I don’t know.” Marcy would’ve argued differently, but he’d never been able to consider trickery a form of seduction. After his experience with her and her friends, aggressive women were a total turn off to him. He spread his arms. “Seduce me, and I’ll let you know if anything seems familiar.”

She stared at him for several seconds, indecision flickering in her gaze. “Are you sure?”

Hell, no. In fact, he was certain he shouldn’t have let things go even this far. But, damn, she intrigued him. And he’d never had this much fun with a woman before. Somehow, on the trip from his brain to his mouth, his objection changed from an emphatic ‘
no’
to, ‘
Go ahead
.’

“Remember I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Consider it practice to boost your confidence.”

“Okay. Well, first off,”—she swung one leg over him and straddled his lap—“I think you’re much too eager.”

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the throbbing of his erection. He was going to burn in hell for this. Just as long as it wasn’t at the next board meeting.

She unknotted his tie and dragged it off his neck. “I can’t seduce you unless you’re reluctant.”

“That sounds more like rape.”

“I said
reluctant
—not unwilling.”

“Oh. Okay.” He dramatically flung his forearm over his eyes. “Oh, my, what
shall
I do? Should I let her take me, or should I say nay?” He peeked from under his arm as she plucked open his buttons. “How am I
doin
’?”

“A little theatrical.” She peeled back the two halves of his shirt and rubbed her face in the hair on his chest, making his breath stall. “S-Sorry. I’ll
tr
-try to be a little less enthusiastic,” he promised as she showered his torso with nibbling kisses. When she rotated her hips and wiggled on his swollen package, his eyes rolled back. If he kissed her, he’d be a goner.

“You can try.” She chuckled into his chest. “But something tells me you’re going to have a
hard
time.”

de•
ceive
  v. 1. To cause to believe what is not true; mislead. 2. Archaic.

To catch by guile; ensnare.
It’s okay to deceive a man if you’re doing it for his own good.

Jordan let his head loll back while Hannah’s lips inched closer to his navel, his breaths coming fast and furious. He gazed at the roof of the car and casually whistled as if he were waiting for a bus. Sweet mercy, she was good.

“Do you surrender?” she asked, unfastening his trousers and lowering his fly.

“Oh, no.” He gulped. “I’m still quite reluctant. Can’t you tell?”

As his erection sprang up between the open teeth of his zipper, she stared down at the rise in his navy boxer briefs and circled the peak of the tent with her manicured fingernail. “The big guy looks pretty eager.”

His big guy, as she’d put it, felt as if it might tear the fabric of his shorts which, at the moment, resembled a growing volcano about to erupt. His erection twitched at her touch, and its pink tip burst through the placket in his underwear like a rocket launching from within a crater.

He shouldn’t be letting her do this, but Heaven help him, he couldn’t summon the willpower to stop her. Air hissed from his lips as if he’d sprung a slow leak.

She spread a drop of semen over the head of his penis and smiled. “Oh, yes—and a tad impatient, too.”

“He doesn’t count. A guy has no control over his Johnson.” Or at least that was what he’d been telling himself since college to deal with his guilt. He swallowed hard at the intense pressure building in his groin and tapped his temple with his finger. “Up here I’m resisting all the way.”

“Oh.” She crossed her arms over her chest and studied the summit of Mount Penis for a moment. “Then I guess I’ll have to seduce your mind, too. After all, they say sex is nine-tenths in the head, don’t they?”

Yeah, but which head—the big one or the little one? He ached to touch her. But that would make him an active participant—and an enthusiastic one at that. Besides, he was having way too much fun seeing just how far she was willing to take this little seduction game of hers. No other woman had ever entertained him quite like Hannah.

“My mind, huh? How do you propose to do that?”

A mischievous smile curved her mouth. “I’ve read men are visually stimulated and that’s why they like girlie magazines so much.”

“That’s true. We do like to look.”

“Do you think a little visual inspiration would convince you to wave the white flag?”

“It’s highly possible.” He dropped his gaze to her cleavage.

“
Uhhh
.” She cupped her breasts in her hands. “You’re thinking you’d like a peek at these, aren’t you?”

He swallowed hard. Oh, jeez, yes.

As the limo accelerated from a dead stop at a traffic light, the momentum slid her forward on his lap, cradling the bare tip of his hard-on in the warm, moist V between her thighs. All he could think about was thrusting his aching shaft inside her slick heat.

She reached behind herself and slid her zipper down while still holding up her bodice with the other hand. After tucking Kurt Preston’s business card under the elastic top to her stocking, she pulled her strapless bra out of her dress and tossed it aside.

Pictures of Hannah stark naked had been flitting through his imagination all night. The anticipation of seeing the real thing evaporated every drop of moisture in his throat.

Undoubtedly, she was just yanking his chain some more. She wouldn’t actually take her dress off for him. Would she?

Her tongue peeked out, moistening her lips. “I need to do this fast, or I might chicken out.” She grabbed her hem, stripped the dress over her head, and his jaw dropped. She had the sexiest breasts he’d ever seen.

As her swollen pink nipples puckered, his tongue danced in his mouth. He didn’t just want to look at them. He wanted to squeeze them. Taste them. Bury his face in them.

He dragged his gaze down to the miniscule scrap of silk covering her mound, watching her grind her warmth against his hard flesh. She must be really wet for her panties to be so damp. All he had to do was move a half inch to the right or left, and he could slide right past the narrow strip of her thong into home plate.

As he sat there and gawked at her, a deep flush spread up her chest to her face. “You think they’re too big, don’t you?”

“Jeez, no. I’m just stunned.”

“Instead of buying a new car with my raise, I was thinking about having breast reduction surgery.”

“Over my dead body. Don’t you know most men feel the same way about breasts that women do about diamonds? There’s no such thing as too big.”

“Kevin didn’t think so. And neither did the boys in school. They used to moo at me. In eighth grade, a group of them even convinced one of the girls in my gym class to steal my bra while I was showering so they could see how big it was. And I only wore a C-cup back then.”

To be that stacked at only
thirteen,
she must’ve hit puberty at about ten. It hadn’t been much different for him. His mother’s horror and condemnation after she’d walked in on him whacking off at only eleven had left him ashamed of his changing body’s needs. He could still hear the gasps that had escaped his sixth-grade pals in the locker room when he returned from summer vacation five inches taller with a crop of pubes and a man-size package.

“Adolescent boys store their brains in their jockstraps. The
guys
made fun of me, too. They called me tripod and neighed at me around the girls to embarrass me.”

“Then I guess you understand how I felt when they flung my bra over the basketball hoop. I had to spend the rest of day in class with nothing on under my blouse. By the time the janitor got a ladder and took my bra down, the whole school had seen it, and everyone knew it was mine.”

He would love the pleasure of beating every one of those creeps to a pulp for making her feel so ashamed of her extraordinary body. “Boys can be really crude, Hannah. I guarantee every one of them was dying to touch you.”

“Believe me, they did. They rubbed up against me every chance they got. When I came out of the
ladies
room, you asked why I was upset. Well, Renee was in there and pushed all my old buttons and called my breasts udders.”

That bitch. Udders didn’t jut out like two erotic headlights begging him to turn them on. “She’s just jealous. Your breasts are beautiful and extremely sexy.”

A slow smile spread over her face. She thrust out her chest so her plump nipples were only inches from his mouth. “If that’s the case, has your mind had enough seducing?”

“Not even close,” he rasped. “Maybe if you played with your nipples a bit for me.”

She tweaked her ripe crests and inevitably began to squirm against his erection. The pink flush that spread over chest suggested she wasn’t used to arousing herself.

He clenched his jaw at the pressure her unintentional lap dance produced in his groin. “You say you’ve never come. Have you ever tried pleasing yourself?”

“A few times.” She closed her eyes. “But before my hypnosis, I was too uptight. It just felt wrong. You can touch me if you’d like.”

If he liked? Damn. He ached to see every inch of her, then kiss and lick each nook and cranny of her lush body.

What he didn’t want was a quickie in the back of the limo with traffic whizzing by. Especially not with her. He wanted to spend all night making love to Hannah in every position in the Kama Sutra. Starting in the shower and ending in a bed the size of a boxing ring.

Regrettably, he couldn’t let any of that happen. Particularly since he now suspected she was more than just a little intoxicated. And he knew the second double bourbon he’d knocked back while watching Hannah dance had seriously compromised his judgment. If anyone knew how easily a little booze could make a person act out of character, he did. He pushed her off his lap and handed her the dress she’d discarded.

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Hannah. If you did any more right, I’d embarrass myself.

“Then why—”

“I don’t think you’d be doing this striptease for me if you were sober. And I know I wouldn’t be letting you if I weren’t under the influence, too.”

“I’m not drunk,” she insisted. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Right. How many drinks did you have with Bryce before I even got there?”

“Just one Fuzzy Navel.”

“One
extra tall
Fuzzy Navel, followed by a bottomless glass of champagne during dinner—which I know the waiter refilled at least three times. Then you had a Bailey's Irish coffee with dessert, followed that Shuddering Orgasm chaser after the auction.
Which, by the way, has three different kinds of booze.
”

Her face twisted in a little wince. “But that was during four hours.”

“What do you weigh? A hundred and twenty pounds, tops?”

“A hundred and twenty eight—or at least, that’s what the scale said before tonight.”

His gaze insisted on dropping to her ripe nipples jutting out, tempting him. Okay, so he’d forgotten to add a few pounds for those plump beauties. Damn, why hadn’t he stolen a taste of one before he came to his senses?

You still can
, his less than noble half encouraged.

No. That would be
so
wrong.

Worse than letting your inebriated
assistant rub
her barely-covered crotch against your exposed dick?

“Believe me, Hannah”—he yanked up his fly—“if I gave you a breathalyzer test, it would show you’re legally drunk. Two minutes ago, you confessed you’ve never had an orgasm, pulled down my fly, did a striptease that would put a burlesque queen to shame, and then shared one of your most intimate secrets. Do you really think the woman who swore she wouldn’t tell me about her sex life would’ve been pinching her
titties
for me just now?”