Seduce Me Forever (Seduce Me #4) (4 page)

“I love you, but that is not a totally new feeling. It doesn't mean that everything is just okay between us like nothing happened,” I said as I placed my hand on his.

“What does it mean, then?”

“It means that we have come a long way from where we were. It means that we can try. I am going to give you a second chance. But under my terms.”

“Okay.”

“Number one, no other women. That should go without saying, but . . .”

“Understood.”

“Number two, we have to be completely in the open with our relationship. I think most everybody had it figured out, but I don't want there to be any question about who your girlfriend is.”

“I agree completely.”

“Number three, I will be watching you like a hawk. Chelsea will be watching you like a hawk. I think I can convince your grandmother to watch you like a hawk. If you slip up, we are through forever.”

“Forever is a long time.”

“Then don't slip up.”

“Number four, you will need to at least match
Adele
's offer in both my salary and my department's budget. I am remaining at
Jacqueline
. It is where I want to be professionally and personally. But, consider it a small payment for your indiscretion.”

“Done.”

“Wait. I'm not quite finished yet. Out of your personal funds, you will donate the two months salary signing bonus I would have received from Adele to the charity of my choice. And you will continue to do so every quarter.”

Brandon waited a few moments to make sure that I was finished. “You are a tough negotiator Ashley Sullivan,” he said with a grin.

“You did once tell me that you liked assertive Ashley.”

“Actually, I have mentioned it on more than one occasion. Two very different occasions.”

I thought for a moment. He had mentioned it at our first dinner together when he offered my my job at
Jacqueline
. He mentioned it a second time after our night of sex on the couch in his office. I smiled.

“I think you will be seeing more of the assertive Ashley from now on. Both professionally and personally.”

“I love the sound of that.”

“Finally,” I said, “this is a trial basis. Prove to me that you can faithfully commit to me and we can move on to a future together.”

“Okay. So, am I on the clock, so to speak?”

“Hold on a second,” I said as I raised my hand. “Do you understand the terms?”

“Yes. They are crystal clear.”

“And you agree to them?”

“Yes. Without question.”

I cocked my head at him. “Hmm. You don't even want to know what this is costing you? Financially, I mean? You don't even know what the offer from Adele was. Or do you?”

“No. I don't. And it doesn't matter. It is a bargain, at any price, to keep you at
Jacqueline
. And, most importantly, to have you back in my life.”

I leaned over and kissed him. We shared a deep and long kiss. He was delectable. I had missed his lips. There was no doubt in my mind, or my heart, Brandon Mitchell had the most sensual, loving, and erotic kisses of any man I had ever been with.

My heart raced. I felt a tingle of joy all over. Not just the sexual tingle I always got when we touched, but something even deeper and more meaningful. The only question was whether or not it could last. Could Brandon and I make it this time?

“Does this mean that I'll get to use my overnight bag?” asked Brandon.

“I think you could convince me of that.”

“Might be hard with you in sheep pajamas.”

“I thought you said you liked them? That I was cute in them? Actually, the word you used was 'amazing',” I said playfully.

“I do like them. And you are very cute in them. They just don't scream . . .”

“Sexy,” I completed Brandon's thought. “Well, maybe this will be a little better.”

I stood and unbuttoned the tops to my pajamas. I wasn't trying to be overly seductive in how I did it. It is hard to be seductive and sexy in pink pajamas with fluffy sheep all over them. I quickly tossed my pajama top to the side and pulled my pajama bottoms off.

I didn't have sexy panties on, but it didn't matter at that point. Brandon was staring straight at my chest. I didn't have a bra on. My fleshy breasts popped into Brandon's face. I shimmied my shoulders and they giggled.

Brandon's pants tented. Oh I had longed to see his gorgeous specimen of manhood again. How I desired to feel him penetrate me in places that no other man had ever reached. To so masterfully press his crown against my aroused clit. I was already wet.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

Brandon stood. The tent was fully pitched now. I knew he was as ready to go as I was. I had a surprise in store for him.

“Take off your shirt.”

Brandon pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch.

“Now your pants.”

Brandon removed his pants. He was wearing navy blue boxers. They did nothing to contain his gigantic erection. He looped his fingers inside the waistband and then paused to look at me.

“Proceed,” I said.

He pulled his boxers down around his feet and stepped out. His muscular body glistened in the glow of the lamplight. He reached for his wallet to retrieve a condom.

“You won't be needing that just yet,” I told him.

He looked at me with curiosity. I pushed him into a seated position on the couch. I knelt down in front of him.

“Ashley, you don't . . .”

“I know. I want to.”

Brandon sat back on the couch. A smile grew wide across his face. I knew he loved oral sex. I had never, I mean never, gone down on a guy before. Not even Brandon. Tonight, that changed.

I took hold of his long and wide shaft. I moved my mouth toward the head of his penis. I rolled my tongue around the tip. I licked pre-cum away as I worked my tongue around his throbbing crown. Brandon groaned with pleasure.

I kissed my way down his massive rod. It took a while as there was a good amount of territory to cover. I cradled his balls in my hand as I kissed and gently sucked along his shaft. I worked back toward the tip.

I moved my mouth over his cock and clamped my lips around it. I began to suck feverishly. I moved my head closer to take more of the anaconda into my mouth. His crown pressed against the back of my throat. I sucked hard. Brandon began to push upward to fuck my mouth.

We moved in rhythm faster. I worked both my tongue and lips on as much of his manhood as I could possibly fit into my mouth.

“Oh, Ashley! This is so fuckin' sweet. Oh yeah, baby. Don't stop.”

Brandon was panting as he thrust into my mouth as I took it with pleasure. My lips still tightly formed around his swollen cock.

“Ash, I'm going to erupt!”

I stayed the course. I had no idea what it would be like, but I had decided I was going to give Brandon the best blow job he had ever received. He was near climax and then he flooded my mouth with his hot and salty ejaculation. I let it slide down my throat.

The look on Brandon's face was worth it. Pure pleasure. Pure satisfaction. I also got off on it. My panties were soaked.

Brandon leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. He twirled his tongue around in my mouth. He placed his hand on my head and drew me tight to him. His kiss was filled with desire.

“That was amazing. You were amazing. I thought you had never done that before?”

“I hadn't. I thought I would give it a try.”

“Well, it was perfect. Better than perfect. I've never had it that good before.”

“So, better than that bitch Jessica?” I asked as I stood up over him.

“Jessica who?”

Brandon reached up and pulled my panties down. He wrapped his hands around my waist. He dipped his head down and buried his face into my crotch. A jolt of excitement shot through my entire body.

He moved his nose through the curls of my sex as he delicately kissed my lower lips. My bodied stiffened and I let out a moan. My core was on fire.

Brandon darted his tongue in and around my slit. I was rapt with both pleasure and anticipation. I could barely contain myself for the even greater pleasure on the horizon.

I braced myself as Brandon moved his tongue under my folds and circled my swollen clitoris. He moved his hands down my outer thighs. He brought them across the front of my legs and to my inner thighs. He pushed my legs apart as he took my clit between his teeth.

I jumped and let out a cry of total pleasure. Brandon licked away the juices of my arousal. He moved up my stomach to the fleshy mounds of my chest. He took my right breast into his mouth.

I writhed from his touch. He moved over to my left breast. While he massaged my swollen bud with his tongue he caressed and erotically squeezed my right breast with his hand. I wasn't sure how much more I could take before I came.

“Ohh Brandon. I need you. I want you. Fuck me, baby,” I panted breathlessly.

Brandon scooped me up in his arms. He place me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. He place me in a crouched position. He grabbed a pillow and positioned underneath me.

I heard the foil package tear open. I peeked over my shoulder as he rolled the XL, maybe it was even XXL, condom over his massive sex. Oh how I had missed his equipment inside of me.

He moved onto the bed and got on his knees. He grabbed my hips and held me tight. He came in close behind me. I felt his tip enter the slit of my sex. He slowly pushed inward. I let out a moan as he stretched my walls.

Brandon's crown was pressing perfectly against my joy button. He began to move his hips. With each thrust I felt a wave of erotic pleasure surge through me. Over and over he pressed my pleasure button. As his hips ground into me I slipped into a sexually induced trance.

Brandon was taking me to heights of sexual ecstasy that was even new for us. I was barely aware of breathless moans of pleasure as Brandon delivered one orgasm. And then another. And then he pushed through to deliver a third. I was in Shangri-La.

When Brandon gifted me with a final orgasm, even more intense than the ones before, he withdrew from inside me. I floated back and became aware of my surroundings again. I rolled over onto my back next to Brandon. We stared at the ceiling.

My breasts were heaving up and down as I tried to regain my breath. Our bodies glistened with sweat. I was trying to regain focus. Brandon had literally made me blurry with pleasure.

“I don't know if I will be able to walk straight after that,” I said once I regained my breath.

“Then I guess I did it correctly.”

“I think that is a massive understatement.”

I turned my head and gazed into Brandon's beautiful blue eyes. They were hypnotic. I was lost in this man again. I couldn't have been more satisfied.

“Speaking of massive,” I said as I glanced down at Brandon's penis. “That never felt better inside of me.”

Brandon smiled. He leaned over and kiss me gently on the lips.

“I love you, Ashley Sullivan.”

“I love you, Brandon Mitchell.”

He wrapped me in his arms and I nestled my head against his chest. We stayed like that for quite some time. Happy to be in the moment. Not in any rush to go anywhere. But I couldn't help but feel that we took a big step forward.

I woke the next morning feeling satisfied and refreshed. I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I thought of joining Brandon for a repeat of the shower at
Lusso
resort, but my stomach was growling. The shower stopped and I headed for the bathroom.

“No funny business. I need a quick shower so we can go to breakfast,” I said as I stepped into the bathroom. Thankfully, Brandon's privates were covered by the towel as he dried himself off. Although it made it only moderately easier to scoot past him and into the shower.

“Are we eating in the hotel restaurant or going out?” he asked as I turned the water on. I loved that the water was already heated from Brandon's shower.

“I hear that the hotel has a great Sunday buffet. Unless you prefer to go somewhere else.”

“Nope. The buffet sounds great.”

Brandon shaved as I finished my shower. I toweled off as he dressed. I dried my hair, dressed, and we headed for the breakfast buffet. We both piled our plates with eggs, pancakes and bacon. I added a bowl of fruit to feel like I was eating healthy.

“Looks like we both worked up quite an appetite,” said Brandon as we sat at our table.

“Someone was extra energetic last night.”

“Making up for lost time.”

We ate and talked and laughed. It was the old Brandon. Actually, an improved version of the old Brandon. I was feeling comfortable with him again.

“How would you like to go to France?” Brandon asked half way through breakfast.

“I'd love to go to France. Business, pleasure, or both?”

“Strictly pleasure. I've wanted to take you since we met. Now seems like a very good time for us to get away for a romantic vacation.”

“Now, as in . . .”

“Now, as in today. Well, tomorrow. Fly home to New York today. Pack tonight. Leave tomorrow.”

“Can we just pick up and go like that?”

“Why not. I've already had Teresa clear my schedule for next week. Your staff is humming along. We can both afford a week out of the office. I think it would be good for us.”

“I'm not one to argue with a week in France. Let's do it.”

“Fabulous. I was thinking part of the week cruising the French Riviera and then top it off with a few days in Paris.”

“Sounds magical.”

I was as giddy as a school girl. I had always wanted to go to France. Now, I was going at the most perfect time. Brandon and I were rekindling the spark of our relationship. Better than that we had, for the first time, told each other “I love you.”

We finished breakfast, gathered our luggage, and I checked out of the hotel. Brandon called a car service to take us to the airport. His Learjet was ready and waiting to take us to New York.

When we landed in New York I texted Chelsea and let her know that I was coming home a little early from L.A.. I left out any details. She was going to flip out when I told her what was going on.

Brandon had one of the company cars pick us up and drive us to our buildings. As I made my way through the lobby of my building, Chelsea came up beside me. I jumped.

“Hey, Ash. Just got your text.”

“Don't sneak up on me like that. A great way to get yourself pepper sprayed.”

“Sorry. Why are you home early? Everything okay?”

“I guess that depends on your perspective.”

“Uh oh. I don't think I'm going to like this,” Chelsea said as we stepped onto the elevator.

I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell her with nowhere to run.

“Let's get upstairs and let me go to the bathroom and then I'll tell you everything.”

“You're stalling. I'm definitely not going to like it.”

There was no use in pretending with Chelsea. She could read me like a book. But if she didn't have any details, she couldn't lay into me too hard.

After we arrived at our apartment I made a beeline for the bathroom. I drank a lot of water on the flight back and really did have to go pretty bad. Chelsea was sitting on my bed waiting for me.

“Alright, Ashley. Give.”

“I have decided to stay at
Jacqueline
. In fact, I will be staying with an increase in salary to match the offer from
Adele
.” I said feeling rather proud of myself.

“That's wonderful. I am so glad you're staying!”

Chelsea jumped up and gave me a big hug. Then she realized that there had to be more. The part that she was not going to like.

“Okay. That is the good news. What is the part that I am not going to like?”

“I think that it is also a good thing. I'm taking a little vacation to France. I leave tomorrow.”

“Whoa. That's . . .great. Do I take it that you are not going to France alone?”

“You'd be correct.”

“Since you are staying in New York, I somehow doubt that you have miraculously fallen in love with Jeremy and are going with him.”

“Also correct.”

Chelsea crossed her arms and stiffened her back. Her eyes bore into me. I was glad she couldn't shoot lasers with her eyes.

“Brandon
F'n
Mitchell?”

“There's no
F'n
in his name, Chels. But, yes.”

Chelsea tapped her foot rapidly. Her body tensed. I don't even think she realized.

“I need to sit,” she said as she plopped back onto my bed. She sat in silence.

I let her. I figured it was better then getting into an argument. Although I suspected that one might already be brewing.

“Well?!” she finally said.

“Well, what?”

“How did it happen? How did you go from where you were Friday to where it seems you are now? Which I am not entirely clear on. Other than you are jetting off to France with Brandon.”

At least she dropped the
F'n
after his name. Baby steps. It was progress. Perhaps she had been preparing for this moment. Chelsea can know me better than I know myself sometimes.

“To be honest, I think I had been leaning this way all along. I didn't know it, but it became clearer to me. Brandon and I have had some wonderful heart to heart conversations.”

“Do you trust him?”

“Conditionally, for now. I've laid out terms to our giving this another try.”

I explained the terms to Chelsea. I told her all about my conversations with Brandon.

Chelsea's mood softened somewhat.

“I can't say that this surprises me all that much,” she stated. “I am glad that you told him that I would be watching him like a hawk. And I will be. Believe me, Ash, when I tell you that he better not even come close to breaking your heart again.”

“I know you will. And I know you have your concerns about this, Chels. But I really need you to support my decision.”

I sat down on my bed next to her. “I do love him. I know that to be true. I'm willing to take this chance because my life is better with him in it. That is something that I have learned through all of this.”

Chelsea hugged me. “I luv ya, Ash. You know I will support you. I want you to be happy. I've also got your back. Always.”

“I know. I luv ya too. I'm happy with where I think things are headed. I couldn't have said that last week.”

“Okay, so tell me about France. What are we going to need to pack for you?”

“French Riviera and then a few days in Paris.”

“Love it! I have a few ideas.”

“I thought you might.” I smiled at where I was at in my life. I felt that this vacation to France would tell me a lot about what to expect going forward. But I was glad to be traveling this road now.