7 Days of Seduction (6 page)

"Oh, Hunter, please." Ash gripped the edge of the desk. If he didn't hurry and stick it in, he was going to miss the show.

"I'll take that as a ‘yes.'" He straightened and a zipper whirred. His cock, hard and hot, prodded against her. The ripping plastic and snick of latex unrolling conjured the vision of his dick, now matching her thong, bobbing in the air directly behind her butt. He leaned forward, sliding the length of it up her crack. Ashley moaned and gripped harder.

His hand at her thong, he pressed into her again--his thumb this time, going by size. He let it linger, rotating it, driving her wild with trying not to explode.

"Hunter." Her plea came out a cross between moan and hiss. "I'm going to come without you if you keep this up."

"No, you won't. You want to wait for the big finale." He withdrew his thumb, trailed it up to her asshole and circled that, spreading her juices there.

Every muscle in her body clenched; passion drained away as though he had pulled a plug. "No, Hunter, stop. I don't want you to do that." She kept her voice down, but tried to rise off the desktop.

"Shh." He rested his free hand—the other continued to circle her anus—on her back and circled in counterpoint to the other, pushing her back onto the wood. "I won't fuck you in the butt until you ask me to."

She relaxed. One tension released allowed another to build. The light touch on her asshole made her pussy throb, wanting more.

"You have to trust me, Ash. I won't ever harm you."

"Umm."

Hunter's soothing tone, coupled with the slow massage of this thumb, allowed her to unclench her muscles and he moved her legs apart. He shifted her wisp of a thong and slid his dick all the way home in one sharp thrust. Ash rocked forward then pushed back, her pussy frantic for more. He groaned above her and began to pound out an equally frantic rhythm.

Their position couldn't be called comfortable with the edge of the desk wedged against her thighs, and the force of his slamming cock hovered between pleasure and pain, but the orgasm building promised an explosion of Fourth of July proportions. He circled her asshole with his thumb— nearly as effective as rubbing her clit. And if he pushed in a little bit, like he had in the shower…She wiggled her ass in anticipation.

His satisfied chuckle sounded loudly in the room filled only with the slap of his balls on her thighs and the creak of the desk. He pressed his thumb inward on his next stroke, which he slowed so digit and dick kept pace. The slide outward, just as slow, pushed her to the brink. One more would topple her headlong into an orgasm she'd feel for days to come.

The doorknob rattled.

Ashley's stomach dropped and breath hung suspended mid-inhale. She snapped her head to the right, her gaze pinpointed on the dull brass knob.

Hunter stilled, dick still embedded, thumb resting lightly on her.

Her face must have drained of color because her whole head felt numb. She was going to be ruined royally. How fast could she slink out of town?

The knob rattled again.

"It's locked."

Ashley flinched. His whisper sounded like a canon in her ear. When had he leaned over her? A flicker of calm stole through her as she willed whoever stood on the other side of that door to go the fuck away now. After a moment, footsteps on the corridor tiles receded and Ash slumped, too weak to brace herself. Hunter ran his hands over her ass and nuzzled her neck.

"Adventure's completed, I think." His deep voice held more than a hint of amusement. "Let's finish the other with a bang." Amazingly, his dick had remained rock solid.

She just wanted to slide under her desk for the rest of the day. Maybe by five she'd stop shaking. At least her mind told her that. Her body, however, was being uncooperative. The adrenaline rush had given way to a need to feel Hunter fill her again and again. To complete more than just the adventure.

He nudged deeper inside her and her body sang, from toes to fingernails. Passion re-ignited as she whimpered and stretched out across the desk. His thumb returned to its resting place and slid inside.

"Yes, God, yes." She burned anew as he resumed his dual penetration, thumb and cock. Her belly tightened, legs staggered to hold her up, and she bit down on her wrist to keep from screaming his name as he rocked her to the edge of oblivion.

"Let go, Ash." He slammed hard into her pussy, thumb pistoning in her ass with fast, hard strokes.

Every cell exploded as her butt and pussy came together in deep, drenching pleasure. Her body stiffened with the shock of the all-consuming orgasm, then relaxed, spent far beyond anything she'd experienced before. Hunter slumped over her.

Carefully, she disengaged her teeth from her wrist, staring at the red ring of marks. "Did you come?" she whispered. She'd been so far gone she hadn't noticed.

"Fuckin' ay," he whispered back and kissed her cheek. With a groan, he raised himself off her and pulled out.

Ashley straightened, careful to steady her legs. She pulled her dress down and turned to find Hunter zipping his shorts. Satisfaction lit his face, his mouth a lopsided grin.

"You were fantastic, babe." He locked his lips on hers, fiercely possessive as he shoved his tongue inside.

"You were pretty fantastic, yourself.” With an effort, she lifted boneless arms to circle his neck. God, he was incredible. She leaned her head against his chest, overwhelmed with weariness. She wanted to sleep for a week. Preferably, in the same bed as Hunter.

"You still up for lunch?"

It was her turn to chuckle. She might be exhausted, but she was also starving. "I think you'd better feed me if you plan on me making it all the way to Friday."

"Me too." Amazingly, his eyes gleamed with passion once more. "Seduction is hard work on an empty stomach."

Ashley smiled back at him, her heart speeding up just at his look. "I think it may have just gotten easier."

Day 5

Burnin' Love

A leather gym bag slung over one shoulder, Hunter strode toward Ashley's door. He smiled. The small bag would make Ash curious, maybe apprehensive. He hadn't told her about the adventure he'd planned for their date tonight. She'd expect a huge step up after yesterday's almost public sex. His smile became a chuckle. That part of the thrill hadn't been in his plan, though it had cranked up his libido to a boiling point.

Halfway up the sidewalk, he stopped and closed his eyes, savoring the memory of Ashley's beautiful butt as he thrust into her. God, the woman was the sexiest bit of ass he'd ever had. And if he had his way, that's exactly where he'd be in two days. His dick tented his dark shorts and he groaned. "Soon, very soon," he muttered, and started toward the house again.

Why this particular woman played havoc with his mind and body he had no idea. Beautiful, intelligent, and mouthwatering described most of his past girlfriends. He couldn't put his finger on the "something else" Ashley possessed, but it drove him wild. If he could keep her off guard and interested, she'd be his completely by Friday night.

"Not fuckin' soon enough, either." He adjusted the bag and knocked on the front door.

It opened immediately, revealing Ashley’s face, lit up with a smile big enough to eat him with.

Eager
.
Excellent
.

"Hi, Hunter. Come on in." She held the door for him. Her white linen slacks and sleeveless shell top suggested an oasis compared to the blast furnace he stood in. He brushed a kiss over her lips passing by her.

"You look cool and delectable." He wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol on her breath.
Damn. Not tonight
.

Her smile didn't waver, but she glanced at his bag and raised an eyebrow. "Did you stop to work out on your way over?"

He shook his head and draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him. "I promise not to get sweaty without you."

"Then what's the bag for?"

"Our colorful evening ahead."

"That's an awful lot of condoms." She frowned, dark brows furrowing over her petite nose.

"I've got stamina, but not that much." He laughed and crushed her to his chest. "There's other stuff in there, too."

  She pulled back to stare into this face, her eyes narrowed to slits. "What kind of stuff?"

"You want to find out now?" He shifted the bag in his hand, just enough to let it rattle.

Ashley's blue eyes widened, and she took a step back. "I can wait. Go on, sit down."

He sank onto the brown suede sofa, the only furniture in the living room except for the coffee table, and dropped the bag on the floor. She headed for the kitchen, turned back in the archway to ask, "You want something to drink?"

"Iced tea?"

"
Long Island
? Sure."

He frowned and shook his head. "No, no alcohol. I don't drink, remember? Just plain iced tea."

"Sure. Got that too." She disappeared into the kitchen and he heard cabinet doors opening then banging shut.

Probably making herself another drink too, exactly what he didn't want. Especially not tonight. His excitement ebbed. He'd really been looking forward to tonight's fun adventure. But her drinking changed everything. She might believe she only drank at parties, but that wasn't the case now, was it? Did she drink more than he'd thought? She needed to understand that alcohol wasn't the answer—to any question. Well, he'd make the point obvious tonight. After this adventure, depending on her response, he'd know if Ashley was the woman he believed her to be.

Clinking ice preceded her reappearance, a tall iced tea in one hand and a short highball glass in the other.

"Here you go. It's actually Crystal Light tea. I hope that's okay." She set the glass on a coaster on the table then sat down beside him, her gaze again fastened on the bag on the floor. "Okay." She eyed the bag once more and gulped her drink. "Tell me what's in your little bag of tricks. I assume it has something to do with our date tonight."

"It might and it might not." Hunter grabbed his tea and sipped, watching her.

"What do you mean?" She settled back against the sofa, nursing her drink. "I thought you said…"

"Yeah, I brought some fun things for us to play with tonight, but if you finish that," he motioned toward the glass in her hand, "we won't be using them. I can't guarantee your safety if you've been drinking."

Her lips pursed. "One drink isn't going to make me drunk."

"It doesn't have to." Another big slug of the tea and the glass was now half gone. This wasn't how he'd planned for the night to start. "I can't depend on your judgment being sound if you've consumed any alcohol. I need you to be clear-headed so I won't end up harming you."

She pursed her lips and took another sip.

"Then maybe this is something I shouldn't be doing. If you can't guarantee you won't hurt me just because I drank a rum and coke, then it's probably a bad idea."

Hunter set his glass back on the coaster and stood.

"I guess you're right, Ash." He stooped, grabbed the bag, and walked to the door.
Damn it to hell.
He'd been so sure she'd be that special someone he'd been looking for. Guess his judgment had been clouded by her beautiful face and luscious body. Not the first time that had happened. He knew what he wanted; why the hell couldn't he find it?

"Hey, where you going?"

He swung around.

"Home. Date's apparently over."

"Why?" She frowned and cocked her head.

She really doesn't get it
.

"Just because we can't do what you planned with your little black bag doesn't mean we still can't have a good time." She smiled seductively and leaned back into the sofa, her eyes offering him the pleasure he had looked forward to all day.

"No, Ashley. I don't work that way." He stared at her until she lowered her eyes. "If that drink's more important than me, then you've made your choice. You don't need it to make you feel good. I think I've shown you I can do that. But if you'd rather take it to bed with you, I'm sure you'll be just as happy."

"It's only one drink," she mumbled. "You don't have to make a federal case out of it."

"I'd think you'd want to stay sober after the last time you got shitfaced. You came on to a man you didn't know and then fucked him."

"But it was you!" She glared at him, her face tinged with red.

"What if it hadn't been?" He made his tone as harsh as possible. "It could have been someone who would have hurt you because you were too drunk to fight back when they smacked you around. Or someone who wouldn't have used a condom and gotten you pregnant or given you AIDS. You wouldn't have known anything had even happened with me if Sam hadn't filmed us."

She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it and looked away. What could she say? He spoke the truth.

Finally, she met his eyes, her lips drooping in a pout. "Will you call me tomorrow?"

"No."

She sat up as though nudged by a cattle prod.

"No?" The panic in her voice gave him a flicker of hope.