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The Seduction 4

Part 4 of a filthy,

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by Roxy Sloane

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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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You want to know how a woman tastes when she comes?

Delicious.

Don’t give me that bullshit about lockjaw. Those guys who can’t deal with going down on a woman, they’re the pussies. A real man gives as good as he gets, and you can be sure that if I’ve been thrusting my cock into a pair of tight, wet lips, I’m going to be doing the same damn thing with my tongue soon enough.

And I’m not talking about her mouth.

Yeah, there’s an art to making a woman scream the fucking house down, and I’m the master. The Michaelangelo of eating pussy. See, you’ve got to make her beg for it, tease her clit with soft, slow licks, find the rhythm, never once let up. Probe into her cunt to taste all that sweetness, and don’t think that’s all it’s going to take. Your fingers are welcome to that slick, juicy party.

Hell, they’re the guests of finger-fucking honor.

Feel the way she bears down on you when you slide them in just right? That’s it. She’s getting closer. Grinding against your hand, clenching your head in her thighs so tight she could cut off air supply. But you don’t give her what she wants, not just yet. Hold her down and take it slow. Better yet, tie her to the bed while you torment her with more of those long, slow licks, another deep, sliding plunge inside.

Feels good, doesn’t it? Making her beg, feeling her body shudder at your command. Yeah, there’s nothing submissive about being down there between her thighs. You’re the one in control now.

And when she’s desperate, writhing and mewling, cursing your name and demanding you just throw her down and fuck her already? That’s when you finally give her what she needs. Thrust your fingers deeper, stretch that tight little pussy all the way. Devour her clit, suck it hard and keep on sucking. Don’t let up, don’t show her mercy, and soon enough she’ll comes screaming like she just saw God.

Because if she looked down, she just did.

That’s the moment that turns me on every time. Feeling her cunt clench around me, that hot rush of sweetness. When she’s gone, out of fucking control, and I’m the only one who got her there.

Yeah, I’ve tasted some sweet pussies in my time. But nothing has ever been as good at her.

Keely Fawes.

That woman can undo me like no one else. The feel of her luscious body, the friction of my cock buried deep inside her tight, wet cunt. But more than that, it’s the way she looks when she’s falling over the edge, the shock of her surrender as her body unravels, the ecstasy on that beautiful face. It hits me every time.

She was supposed to be just another job: a random girl to fuck, at my client’s command. But she played hard to get; she demanded more from me than just a night of cheap sex. She wanted to see who I really was behind all the expensive suits and dirty talk. She trusted me when she had no reason. She saw the good in me, the man I could have been in another life, under different circumstance. And dammit, if I didn’t let my defenses crack.

One tiny hairline fracture, and it shattered my whole world.

I swore I would use her as revenge, but she’s the one who destroyed me in the end. She found out I was hired to seduce her; now she’s shut me out, sent me away for good, but I can’t forget her.

I won’t just walk away.

She’s in danger and I have to protect her. I have to make her see I’ve changed. All for her.

Even if I die trying.

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KEELY

“If we move the Jurgen meeting to Thursday, can you get those notes typed up and filed ASAP? And tell my three o’clock I need to move him to five. Oh, and call Miami and tell them maybe on the new project, but I need to see the projections again.”

“...Projections... Got it.” My assistant, Sandra, scribbles quickly in her notebook. “Can I get you anything. Water, aspirin?” She frowns at me, concerned. “You should really be taking it easy, after what happened.”

“I’m fine,” I protest. “The doctors gave me the all-clear days ago. Just a few bruises. Tell her, Cam,” I add, seeing my second-in-command enter my office.

Cam laughs, answering with a faint Scottish accent. “It’ll take more than a tumble to dent this one,” he reassures Sandra with a charming grin. “She’s made of sterner stuff.”

Sandra doesn’t look convinced. “That hotel should be sued,” she says, “Leaving wet stairs with no signs. It’s a wonder you didn’t kill yourself, slipping like that.”

Cam and I exchange a look. The truth is, it wasn’t water that sent me tumbling down a steep flight of concrete steps. But until we know who pushed me that night, we’re sticking to our story. Things are bad enough with the press without them knowing there’s someone out to hurt me.

Not that my unnamed assailant did the real damage that night. A fractured rib and minor concussion was nothing compared to the agony of my broken heart.

Even now, I feel a shock of pain just thinking about him. Vaughn. I still can’t believe the man I trusted was actually a paid employee of my rival, Brent, hired to seduce me. But I had no choice but to accept the truth – especially with the evidence right there in front of me in the grainy security footage of our very own sex tape. Brent wanted to use the video to force me out of the company, but I called his bluff and refused to resign.

I haven’t heard from him since, but I’m not so foolish to think he’s given up on replacing me yet.

“She’s right,” Cam says, as soon as Sandra leaves.

“Not you too,” I sigh. “I told you both, I feel fine. A couple of days cooped up in that hospital room was more than enough. I have a company to run, remember?”

A company that can’t risk any more negative publicity – not with our share price still unstable, and hostile takeover bids ready to pounce.

“No, I mean, you could have been killed.” Cam frowns. “We don’t know who tried to hurt you – or why. And that means we can’t stop them trying again.”

I give Cam a careful look. Even he’s not above my suspicion now. He was my father’s closest advisor, and my life support since I inherited the company, but until I have proof who’s out to harm me, I can’t be too careful.

“I’ve got extra security here at the office and twenty-four-seven surveillance at my apartment,” I try to reassure him. “Trust me, Sandra would tackle anyone to the ground before they got through that door.”

Cam manages a chuckle. “I can see there’s no convincing you to stay home any longer. Are you ready for lunch?”

“Just a minute.” I check my schedule, trying to remember if there’s anything I’m missing. My life as CEO of Ashcroft Industries is so hectic these days, it sometimes makes me miss the time when all I had to worry about was transcribing notes for my asshole of a boss, Carter, or studying for the LSAT – for the fifteenth time.

My phone goes just as I’m heading out the door. I glance at the screen and freeze.

Vaughn.

He’s been calling non-stop, showing up at the office, demanding to see me. I can’t bear the thought of being in the same room as him. When I think about how I trusted him, how I opened myself up and let myself be vulnerable for the first time.

The wicked things he did with my body. The pleasure I enjoyed at his masterful command.

But it’s over. Those days are behind me now.

I hit the button to ignore his call, and make a mental note to change my number. Then I tuck my phone away and turn to Cam with a bright, fake smile. “Let’s go!”

* * *

Lunch is downtown, at whatever the latest hot new restaurant is today. We don’t have reservations, but just one mention of the name ‘Ashcroft’ and we’re ushered past the line and shown to the best table in the house.

“Not too shabby.” Cam grins, holding out my chair for me. I sit, looking around. It’s full of white linen tablecloths and New York’s business elite, and just a few weeks ago I would have been nervous to be the center of attention, feeling all eyes on me.

Now, I see familiar faces. I smile and wave at some, acknowledge others with nods. It’s all part of the plan, the PR offensive Cam and I designed to reassure everyone that the new head of Ashcroft Industries is in control and safe behind the wheel. Lunches, dinner parties, galas and mixers: an exhausting schedule that has me shaking hands and making small-talk with all the big investors and financiers we need to keep on board if I have any hope of holding off those takeover bids.

A few people come over to the table, paying their regards and enquiring after my health. “I heard you were in a coma,” one society wife gasps, her forehead not moving from all the Botox.

“Lord, no,” I laugh. “Just a sprained ankle. That’ll teach me not to break in new shoes before a big event!”

“Nicely played,” Cam murmurs as the couple move off.

“I’m learning.” I take a breath, hoping that the show is over, and I can have just a few minutes to relax. But just as I’m sipping my water, a hush falls over the restaurant. People start to whisper, looking over at me with gossip in their eyes.

“What’s happening?” I ask Cam in a low voice. “Do I have something stuck in my teeth?”

Before he can reply, a shadow looms over me from behind.

“Keely! What a coincidence,” the voice booms out. I look up, and my heart drops.

It’s Brent.

He’s dressed in a flashy designer suit, smiling down at me with a smarmy grin. Behind him, his adopted sister, Isabelle, and my ass of an ex-boss Carter wait like trained puppies on their master’s command.

“How are you doing, sis?” Brent asks, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “You shouldn’t be out and about so soon, after a major head injury like that. Is your memory coming back yet?” he adds, frowning with fake concern.

“Brent, always joking around,” I laugh, getting up. I have force myself to hug and kiss him on the cheek, painfully aware that we’re the center of attention here. “It’s great you’re back in the country. Wasn’t there that nasty business with customs out of South America?”

Brent echoes my fake laugh. “I guess this family likes living life on the edge.”

I try not to shudder. I never knew Ashcroft was my father while he was alive, and Brent Isabelle and I are related by law, not blood, but still it freaks me out to hear him talk about us all as family.

Still, I know what he’s doing: trying to show we’re all just one happy group, while secretly plotting to kick me out of the company. He already tried to blackmail me by recording a secret sex tape of me and Vaughn. Who knows what else he’s capable of?

Attempted murder?

Brent leans in close, and murmurs so that nobody else can hear. “Time’s up, princess. At the next shareholder meeting, I’m going to call a vote for Excaliber Finance to buy out the company.”

I gasp. “You can’t. That will destroy Ashcroft Industries.”

Brent sneers. “No, my father already did that, the day he named you as his heir instead of me. Enjoy your lunch,” he adds loudly. “That dizziness will go soon, I’m sure.”

He turns on his heel and heads for a table at the other side of the room.

My mind races. “When’s the shareholder meeting?” I ask Cam.

“Two week time.” He looks stressed. “Maybe he’s bluffing?”

I look over at Brent, toasting his friends with what I’m sure is the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu.

“What if he isn’t?” I can’t stand the thought. All my work, all my father’s work, suddenly destroyed. “You know what a takeover would mean. They’d strip the company for parts, lay off hundreds of people, move production to sweatshops overseas...”

“Easy there.” Cam covers my hand with his. He gives it a squeeze. “We’ve got two weeks to figure out who the votes are and win them back. This isn’t over yet.”

I try to take a deep breath, but every time I look at Brent, it turns my stomach. “I’ve lost my appetite,” I say, pushing back my chair. “I think I’m just going to head back to my apartment for a couple of hours. I need to figure this out.”

“Taking a rest is probably a good idea.” Cam nods, looking worried. “I’ll call you a cab.”

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