Ruthless Temptation (8 page)

He
brushed a hand over her face tenderly. “Madison, I want this to be as fun for
you as it is for me.”

She
smiled, watched him pour some of the gel onto his fingers,
then
gasped as he slipped them back into her pussy. The gel was warm, and she
writhed against his touch. He removed them and positioned himself between her
legs. “I think you’re ready now.”

This
was it! She tensed, then realized that would make it more likely to hurt, so
she forced her muscles to relax and watched him move his dick toward her pussy.

He
teased the opening for a moment, which only served to make her want him more,
and then finally he slid his cock inside, slowly, a little at a time, until she
was practically screaming from need and beads of sweat dotted her hairline.

When
it was finally inside, he placed one hand on her left breast and the other over
her clit, and then he began to move. It didn’t burn, but it was uncomfortable
at first. He watched her carefully for a few seconds, then leaned over and
kissed her, tongue and all.

That
was all it took. She relaxed completely and felt him slide all the way in. He
sat up and groaned loudly, massaging her breast as he thrust in and out. He
teased her clit with his other hand and she grasped his arms, her breath coming
in quick gasps as she realized she was about to come again.

“
You can do it,” he coaxed, his voice soft and sexy.

“
Oh … oh my God! I’ve never felt anything like this in
my life.”

“
You feel incredible, sweetheart.”

“
Oh… Oh, shit! Oh, my God…”

The
orgasm washed over her, slowly this time, going on and on as he continued
thrusting. He picked up speed, and tiny droplets of sweat splashed her body as
he pumped in and out. “Madison, oh
fuck
you’re tight!”

He
moved his hand from her clit to her right breast, and squeezed both breasts as
he thrust deeper now, pumping into her hard and rough. She couldn’t get enough
of it. This was the most exquisite, amazing thing in the entire fucking world,
and she would do it every single day, in every room of this house, and in every
position possible if that’s what he wanted.

When
he came, he cried out loudly, and then lay across her and kissed her, deep and
tenderly. He released her mouth and his dick slid out, but he still held her
close and stroked her hair. “Oh, sweetheart. That was magnificent. Please tell
me you enjoyed it.”

“
I want to do it again.”

He
laughed softly. “Give me a few minutes.”

“
Really?”

He
lifted his head and gave her an odd look. “What have you heard?”

“
Um, well, that guys need like a day to be able to do
it again.”

“
Who told you that? The same asshole who mocked you for
trying to give him a blowjob?”

“
Point taken.”

Viggo
kissed her again, then cupped her
face. “Thank you for this.”

“
Thank you. I’m in awe. Seriously. It was incredible.”

He
pulled her close and held her. “Where have you been hiding all this time?”

Madison
wasn’t sure how to answer, so instead she simply closed her eyes and melted
into his embrace, hoping she never had to leave this room again.

Chapter
Eight

Viggo
hadn’t come that hard in a long
time. He hadn’t enjoyed sex that much in a long time. And it had been a while
since he’d witnessed a woman so unabashed in her enjoyment. There was nothing
phony or over-the-top about Madison’s reactions or the things she said. She was
genuine. That alone was enough to make him happier than he’d been in years.

The
fact that she had a lush, curvy body was a bonus. He was so grateful he hadn’t
hurt her or frightened her. If he could, he’d entice her to stay here for a
week so he could teach her everything she’d ever wanted to know about sex, and
give her every experience she craved. They might need longer than a week. He
had the feeling he’d unleashed something deep inside this girl, and he might be
in for a few surprises from her.

Within
moments, she was sleeping in his arms, but
Viggo
knew
sleep wouldn’t come for him yet. There was too much on his mind that even
fabulous sex couldn’t hold at bay for long. He eased himself out of her
embrace, then took a spare comforter from the closet and covered her with it.
The apartment wasn’t cold, but he didn’t want to leave her lying there naked
and exposed. When she woke up, she might not remember where she was at first.

He
pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, then walked downstairs to his office. Nick
appeared in the doorway, asking
Viggo
if he wanted
coffee.

“
No. Not tonight. Thanks.”
Viggo
refreshed the screen on his laptop then glanced up just as Nick was leaving.
“Nick, could you make sure the suite across from mine is set up for Madison’s
use? She might be staying here for a while.”

“
I’ll see to it.”

Nick
was used to him asking for such favors and never made a comment or gave him wry
looks, which was why
Viggo
still kept him on. He
stared at his laptop screen, but now his mind was on Madison again, and how
much fun he’d had with her.

From
there it wandered to the way he’d lived his adult life, and specifically to the
fact that ten of his eleven best friends were engaged or married. Was it being
underground that had changed them all, or turning forty a few years ago?

The
simple truth was that it simply wasn’t as much fun playing the field as it had
once been. The majority of the women he dated went out with him because of his
money, plain and simple. These days, he knew that going into the relationships,
just as they knew going in that he wasn’t looking for a wife. Most thought they
could either trick him into marriage, or that he would change his mind, and
that’s when the relationships ended.

Viggo
didn’t like head games, which had
made Madison’s admonition to him earlier to stop playing them even more
amusing. It hadn’t been the first time someone had told him to stop doing that.
He didn’t think of himself as a game player. He was merely a person who liked
to get information without giving too much of it away in return. If that made
him a head game player, well, so be it.

He
smiled as he recalled their conversation during dinner. It wasn’t often he met
someone who gave it right back to him and even challenged him. It was
refreshing. She might have made a rash decision in coming to his office, but
she’d proven she wasn’t cold or calculating. She was an intelligent woman who
had recognized that something wasn’t right, and had wanted to dig deeper.

If
it weren’t for the fact that
Viggo
wanted to keep
seeing her, he’d call Patrick or Denise at HCS in Central and tell them to hire
her as an investigator there instead, because she’d make a damn good one with
some training. But Central was a long train ride away, and he wanted Madison
here with him.

He
emailed Blaine and let him know what Madison had overheard, then outlined for
him what she was going to try to find out. It was after ten in the evening in
NorthCentral
where Blaine lived, but
Viggo
knew he’d still be awake.

The
IM window popped up on his computer within seconds.

Is she someone you’re fucking?

Viggo
chuckled as he typed.
What if I am?

Good for you, but how do you know
she won’t betray you to the media?

Because she could have done so
already and she didn’t.

Doesn’t mean she won’t in the future.

She won’t.

His
phone rang, and
Viggo
sighed as he answered the call.
“Look, it’s under control, okay? I only told you because this concerns us
directly.”

“
How the fuck did someone like Ralph
find
this out? Who was he talking to?”

“
That’s what we’re going to find out.”

“
I don’t like this,
Viggo
. If
this gets out it’ll only make us all look worse. And she mentioned that damn
article, too. That hasn’t gone away. The connection is there to be made by
anyone between those accusations and this reality.”

“
Don’t you think I’ve figured that out?”

“
What happens when she figures out you’re fucking her
to save your ass and mine?”

“
That’s not what I’m doing.”

“
Really? How long have you known her?”

A
noise in the hallway caught
Viggo’s
ear. He didn’t
want Madison to overhear any of this conversation. “I have to go. I’ll talk to
everyone about this tomorrow.”

He
disconnected the call, not caring that it was rude or that Blaine was his best
friend. The man had a point, and
Viggo
hated that it
had been made. He’d known her less than twenty-four hours and simply because
he’d made love to her, he now trusted her.

He’d
let his dick do the thinking today, and Blaine had called him on it. There was
a lot at stake here and they all knew that, but he didn’t need Blaine chiding
him as if he were a child. He knew what the price was for fucking up.

Viggo
closed the laptop and went out
into the hallway. Madison was rounding the corner toward the kitchen, wearing
the red robe.
Fuck me sideways
. What
a sexy sight she made in that thing.

He
followed her, wondering how much she had overheard because when she turned
around, she wasn’t the least bit surprised to see him. Had he screwed up
already? That wasn’t like him at all. He usually had very good instincts when
it came to people.

“
I’m thirsty and wasn’t sure where to find water.”

“
There’s a fridge in my room, and one in the guest
suite you used earlier. Mine is already stocked with beverages including
bottled water, and the guest suite will be by morning.”

She
looked disappointed and confused. “Oh. Okay. I feel foolish. I assumed I’d
spend the night with you in your bedroom.”

“
I hope you will.”

“
When I woke you were gone.”

“
I often work late at night, Madison. That doesn’t
change when I’m dating someone.”

He
had to ask, no matter the consequences. “Were you outside my office just now?
Before you came in here?”

“
I heard your voice. Why? Do you think I was
listening?”

“
Were you?”

She
looked like he’d slapped her, and it wasn’t fake. He could tell.
Viggo
went to her and put his arms around her, but he might
as well have hugged a lamppost.
Fuck
.
“Madison, I’m sorry. I had an uncomfortable call with one of the Weathermen.
There’s a lot riding on the question of where Ralph got his information.”

“
What does that have to do with me listening to your
conversation?”

“
Nothing.”
Liar
.
“I’m stressed over this, that’s all. I didn’t mean to accuse you of
eavesdropping.”
Your pants are on fire
.

She
glanced up at his face. “If you don’t trust me, I might as well go home. We’ll
be nothing more than business partners.”

He
had a quip ready, but realized it would sound like he was playing games again,
in addition to minimizing her concerns. She was right. If he didn’t trust her,
he couldn’t have a physical relationship with her. It wouldn’t be fair to
either of them, and it would complicate things with the others.

“
Did you seduce me hoping I’d be more willing to find
out what you want at work?”

“
No.” He couldn’t fault her for asking. If he was in
her shoes right now, that’s exactly the conclusion he’d reach as well.

“
Why did you seduce me, then?”

“
I told you already. I meant everything I said
earlier.”

“
I need to know if you trust me,
Viggo
.”

Her
voice was quiet, but he heard the finality in the tone, and he admired her for
it. For all her inexperience, she wasn’t a woman who would let a man use her
for sex, and thank goodness for that. He wouldn’t want her to be that way.

He
stroked her hair. “I do trust you.”

She
watched him for a few seconds, no doubt looking for any sign of bullshit.
Finally, her expression softened.

“
All right. I trust you, too. I’ll just get my water
and go back upstairs so you can return to your work.”

“
I’m not in the mood to work after all.”

She
grinned. “Are you sure?”

He
reached between them and stroked her left breast. His dick twitched when she
let out a soft gasp. “I’m sure.”

She
surprised the hell out of him by grabbing his cock through his pants. “What are
you in the mood for, then?”

“
You’re the one with your hand on my dick. One guess.”

She
glanced around, and
Viggo
knew she was wondering
whether Nick would show up unexpectedly. It was a distinct possibility, but
Viggo
wasn’t in the mood for playing exhibitionist tonight.
He wanted Madison all to himself.

He
took her hand. “Come with me.” The irony of where he took her wasn’t lost on him.
He wasn’t sure whom he needed to prove his trust more to—her, or himself.

She
looked at him with uncertainty. “What are we doing in your office?”

He
lifted her up and sat her on his desk. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

“
Viggo
, you didn’t have to bring me in
here.”

He
kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I know I didn’t. I’ll be right back.” He
sprinted up to his room and snatched the box of condoms and lube off the
nightstand, then grabbed a couple of towels as well. When he returned, she was
sitting exactly where he’d left her. He hadn’t been gone longer than a minute,
at most. Even if she had opened his laptop, it was password protected. She
wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

He
cut his gaze toward it, and she saw him doing it.
Fuck
! What was wrong with him?

“
Is that why you left me sitting here on your desk?
Were you hoping I’d snoop?”

“
No. I was thinking of turning on the camera.”

She
laughed, and he mentally kicked himself again. Saying he trusted her but not
actually doing so was the same as lying to her. He needed to get his shit
together and quickly, or he’d lose this charming girl before he had a chance to
see where this took them.

“
Who would we broadcast our porno film to?”

“
The entire world.”

She
narrowed her eyes. “I’m not sure if you’re teasing.”

He
stepped in front of her and put his arms around her shoulders. “I’m kidding
you. I don’t want anyone to see you naked but me.”

She
wrapped her hands around his waist. “Good. Because I don’t think the world is
ready to see me naked.”

“
Meaning what?”

She
gave him an exasperated look. “
Viggo
, we don’t have
to pretend I’m not fat.”

“
I don’t think you’re fat, and please don’t say that
about yourself ever again. You’re a beautiful woman.”

Her
smile faltered, and he hated the doubt in her eyes. “You don’t have to say
that.”

“
I know I don’t
have
to say it, Madison. I’m saying it because I mean it.”

She
looked like she was going to cry, so
Viggo
pulled her
close again. “I don’t mean to sound so harsh. It’s just that I think your body
is heavenly, and I hate to hear you put it down.”

“
Give me time, okay? I’m working on years of self-doubt
here.”