The Seduction 3 (9 page)

“You can mingle and
do all your networking bullshit, but we’ll both know what you’re
hiding under that dress. And when I say the word, you better be ready
to hike your skirt up and show me that sweet pussy.”

My heart races. I nod.

“Good girl.”

Vaughn strolls away
without another look. I hear him chat to my secretary, and then he’s
gone.

I collapse against the
desk again. That man is a miracle. All day I’ve been so stressed
and worried about the big event tonight, but Vaughn can make me
forget it all. He knows just how to give me release, to clear my mind
and make me feel invincible.

Whatever happens, I
know this is going to be a night I’ll never forget.

VAUGHN

The gala is like a
who’s who of New York’s richest assholes, all crammed into the
ritziest hotel in the city paying ten thousand dollars a plate to
feel superior to the charity cases they’re supposed to be helping.
The minute I step through the door, I wish I’d never come.

But Keely wants me
here. She needs the support. And fuck it, there’s an open bar.

I head through the
crowd, elbowing my way past the Wall Street types and their
glammed-up wives.

“Can I get you a
drink, sir?” The bartender clearly knows his shit, because one look
at me, and he’s already reaching for the top-shelf stuff.

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“That’s my man.”

I turn. It’s that
asshole from Keely’s firm back in LA. Carter Abrams, looking smug
as fuck in a loud paisley-print tie.

“Great party, am I
right?” he sneers at me. “But I thought you said you didn’t
have a relationship with Keely.”

This old bullshit.

“She doesn’t work
for you anymore,” I tell him, ice-cold. “So there’s nothing
inappropriate about us seeing each other.”

“Aw, I’m just
kidding you, man.” Carter slaps me on the back and I have to keep
from punching his lights out. “I don’t care if you guys are
fucking like rabbits. Live and let live, I say.”

“You know, you’re
real lucky,” I growl.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. If we were
anyplace else, I would break every bone in your body,” I say
conversationally, like we’re just shooting the shit here. “I’d
smash your fucking jaw in so hard you’d be in reconstructive
surgery for a month.”

Carter goes pale.

“But that would ruin
the party, right?” I continue, grabbing my drink from the bartender
and throwing down a massive tip. “And Keely needs everything to run
smoothly. So tonight’s your lucky night, asshole. But the next time
you speak to me, I might just change my mind.”

I leave him quaking
like the pussy he is. But fuck it, I feel like punching someone now.
It’s not just Carter, it’s this whole fucking show.

Riches and excess, a
million lies.

There’s a
black-and-white portrait photo of Ashcroft mounted on the staircase,
looking down on us all. I look at it, feeling that familiar stab of
resentment and burning fury. But tonight, there’s something else
lurking beneath the simple rage.

Doubt.

Ever since Keely showed
me those threatening notes, I don’t know what to think. It was all
so simple before I came here: Ashcroft was the heartless bastard who
destroyed my father, and in return, I’d destroy his legacy. But now
I wonder, what the hell was going on back then? Who was blackmailing
him? And what did they want?

Did he cut my father
out to hurt him -- or to try and save his life?

Either way, it means
jack shit now. Ashcroft and my dad are both cold bodies in the
ground. All that’s left is this now: the company, his legacy.

And Keely.

I see her make her
entrance across the room.

Fuck.

She’s gorgeous
tonight. Hell, she’s always beautiful, but this is something else:
her hair pinned up, those eyes shining with excitement, that body
poured into a classy, sweeping dress.

She chats with some of
the guests, smiling, putting them at ease. People crowd around to
meet her, the unofficial star attraction of the night. She handles
the attention like she was born to do it, even though I know she must
be nervous as hell to make the right impression.

I feel an unfamiliar
clench in my chest. Pride. Possession.

Love.

No. Fuck no.

I gulp the rest of my
whiskey, and grab another drink from the tray.

Get a grip. I scold
myself. Just because the girl is strong, and smart, and a fucking
miracle in bed, it doesn’t mean you can think for one minute this
will ever be something real. This is just your dick talking.

You know how that ends.
You swore, never again.

I look at her again.
She’s wearing red lipstick, and I focus on that juicy mouth.
Imagining her tight red lips sliding up and down my cock, how she
whimpers with pleasure when I shove it all the way down. How her
pussy gushes, just from sucking me off.

My cock twitches. Yeah,
that’s more like it. No emotional bullshit clouding my mind, just
plain hard lust. This hold she’s got on me is just physical. It has
to be.

My heart doesn’t know
how to love anymore.

I cut through the crowd
towards her. She’s surrounded by business types, a group of old
guys hanging off her every word and angling for a better look down
her dress.

“...we can promise
you--- Vaughn!” Her face lights up when she sees me.

“Hey, baby.” I slip
an arm around her waist and flash the guys a grin. “Sorry, but I
have to steal her away for just a minute.”

I steer Keely away
before anyone has a chance to object.

“What’s going on?”
she asks me, tripping in her heels to keep up.

I lead her up the
stairs and around the far side of the mezzanine. It’s quieter here,
away from the crowds, overlooking the ballroom. “This is what’s
going on.” I push her up against the balcony, stealing a taste of
her juicy mouth. Her body yields against me with a moan.

My cock gets harder.

I pull away. She’s
breathless, smiling. “Hey,” she says again, softer. She runs her
hands over the lapels of my tux. “You look good.”

“And you look fucking
spectacular.” I grip her waist, all bound up in red satin like a
sexy birthday package. I slide my hands lower, over the ripe curve of
her ass. “Did you do what I told you?” I murmur.

“No panties?”
Keely’s gaze turns teasing. “Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll just have
to find out later,” she adds with a wink.

Later? Fuck that. I’m
just inches from her bare, dripping pussy, and there’s no way I’m
letting her go without sliding deep all the way to the fucking hilt.

Keely doesn’t realize
the hard-on I’ve already got raging in my pants. She turns to look
out over the ballroom. “It’s going great, don’t you think?
We’ve already raised so much money for charity, and the auction
hasn’t even started yet.”

“You’ve done a
great job.” I move up behind her, sliding my hands around her
waist.

“It wasn’t me. I
just told them to do it, and voila! Everything is perfect.”

I chuckle. “Enjoying
the view from the top, huh?”

“Definitely.”

She’s not the only
one. With Keely resting her head back against my chest, I have a
first-class view right down her dress. Her breasts pushed up against
the satin, straining for release. Those tight little nipples crushed
flat and caged in lace.

Later tonight, I’m
going to suck them until she screams. For now, I’ll have to settle
for something a little more discreet.

I reach between us and
unbuckle my belt.

Keely lets out a happy
sigh against me. She’s still watching the gala, oblivious to my
filthy plans. “Is it terrible if I like being in charge? I’m
still stressed about the company, but it’s amazing to have people
actually respect me for a change. When I walk into a meeting, they
all pay attention -- instead of ordering me to go get coffee,” she
adds.

“I thought you like
taking orders,” I murmur, unzipping my fly. My cock is straining,
eager as fuck to claim her right now.

“That’s different,”
she whispers. “Those are always the fun kind.”

“So how about I give
you an order right now?” I tell her softly. “Grip hold of the
balcony and don’t make a fucking sound.”

Keely’s breath
hitches. Her body goes tense. “Vaughn?” she tries to twist her
head to look at me, but I turn it to face the ballroom.

“Don’t worry,
baby.” I slide up her skirts, inching up over those silky thighs.
“The balcony’s hiding us. They can’t see anything.”

I slip a hand between
her legs, and fuck, she was telling me the truth.

Bare and wet and ready
for me.

“Nobody’s going to
know I’m fucking you deep right now.” I whisper. “Not unless
you scream. You think you can keep quiet for me, baby?”

Keely shudders as I
swipe over her slick little nub. “Yes,” she gasps. “I can be
quiet.”

She thrusts her ass
back, rubbing up against my cock, and dammit, I would have to fuck
her now even if the whole room was watching.

“Easy there, tiger.”
I position her against me, easing her thighs apart. “Just watch the
party. Don’t you make a sound.”

I thrust slowly inside
her. Keely grips the balcony, stifling a whimper.

“Oh, you like that,
don’t you?” I murmur, rocking back, then deeper, all the way
inside her wet cunt.

God dammit, she’s so
tight, so fucking good.

“I forgot, you like
it in public,” I whisper, rocking faster, feeling her clench and
quiver around me. “You like when people are watching, when they
don’t know just how dirty you are. You think anyone down there
realizes what we’re doing? That I’m balls-deep in your delicious
pussy right here, in front of everyone?”

Keely gasps for air.
Her body is shaking against me. I can feel her thrust back to meet my
strokes.

Oh fuck, she feels so
good.

“Don’t move,” I
remind her, “Somebody will see. Already, it’s written all over
your face.”

She stills, whimpering.
Now I’m the one controlling the tempo, sliding inside of her,
rocking back. My balls feel like they’re going to explode, every
slick clench is a fucking miracle.

“Please,” she begs
me, her knuckles white from gripping the balcony. I can tell it’s
driving her crazy trying to stay cool, to act like I’m not driving
deep inside her right now.

“Oh God,” she
whispers, shaking. “Vaughn, I’m so close.”

“I know you are,
baby. Because I get you there, every time.” I rock faster.

“Yes,” Keely
shudders. “God, yes.”

“This is what you
want,” I growl, reaching a hand round to tweak her slick clit. She
jolts, clenching around me. “You want every inch of me. You need my
cock like nothing else.”

“All of you,”
Keely’s breath comes fast. “It’s you, Vaughn. Only you.”

I withdraw, until just
the tip is nestled in her dripping folds. She sobs in protest, then I
ease back inside her, inch by hard, hot inch. All the way, no fucking
around this time. I impale myself to the hilt in her tight channel
until my balls are crushed up against her, then I grind up.

Keely goes slack in my
arms.

I want to get her
there. I need her to feel what she’s doing to me, how she’s the
best fucking thing I’ve ever felt before.

I hone in on her G-spot
like a nuclear missile, grinding deep, rubbing her from the inside,
over and over, until she breaks, spasming in fucking convulsions
around my cock. The pleasure slams through me, a tidal wave, and I
come, blowing my load deep inside her until her hungry pussy has
milked every drop.

I hold her tight, and I
never want to let her go.

Fuck.

KEELY

I excuse myself to the
bathroom to straighten up, but the minute I lock the cubicle behind
me, I sink back against the wall, overwhelmed.

Oh my God.

My heart is racing from
my climax, my body on fire.

How does he do this to
me?

Vaughn is right, I am
dirty. Fucking him on the balcony, where anyone could see. Sure, we
were hidden by the barrier, discreetly nestled back in a dark corner
away from the crowd. But anyone could have come exploring, anyone
could have seen.

Maybe that’s why it
felt so damn good.

I quickly clean up and
emerge, running cold water over my wrists until my pulse slows. My
reflection stares back at me, flushed and sparkling.

That was exactly what I
needed.

So much is riding on
the gala going well. Everyone is watching to see if there’s discord
in the management: if Ashcroft Industries is about to crumble without
the man himself at the wheel. I’ve been so nervous, even chatting
with people downstairs has felt like a huge battle, but now, thanks
to Vaughn and his incredible skills, I feel refreshed and relaxed.

Ready for war.

I reapply my makeup and
head back outside. Vaughn said he was going to fetch us some drinks,
so I walk back towards the main stairs. The tribute to Ashcroft
extends up here too: exhibiting old photographs that track the
evolution of the company, capturing the many successes of his life. I
donated some pieces from around the estate, but they found others
too, from old newspaper articles and archives at the office.

“He was a great man.”
An older guy is browsing the display, leaning heavily on a cane.

“You knew him?” I
pause.

The man smiles. “Sure
did. I was one of his first customers, shipping auto parts back in
the day.”

“That’s amazing.
I’m glad you could be here tonight,” I add.

“Great guy. Him and
Jack too.” The guy shakes his head. “Tragedy what happened.”

“Jack?” I freeze.
That was the name on the mystery photograph -- Ashcroft’s old
friend.