The Temptress (23 page)

‘Not here,’ I objected. I felt light headed and
dizzy from breathing too fast. ‘You have me so confused. I want you, but I
can’t have you because of your situation and … complications and I have
employees outside, work to do, meetings with clients coming up.
Please,
’
I pleaded, steadfastly holding onto my resolve not to look up at him and cave.

‘Clients, yes,’ he mused. ‘You came to try and
tempt me last week, you were working, I was your target, oui?’

‘Yes,’ I replied quietly.

‘You do this often?’

‘No, not for a long time. I was requested
especially for this contract.’

‘You were hired by my wife?’ he shot back,
anger in his tone again.

‘That’s confidential,’ I replied, trying again
to pull my wrists out of his grasp, but it was futile. I was going nowhere
until he decided I could. Always in control, always dominant. He hadn’t changed
at all.

‘So, you are hired to fuck men and film it?’

‘No,’ I gasped in horror, as I finally raised
my eyes to gaze at his frowning but devastatingly handsome face looking down at
mine. ‘No sex,
never
sex.’

‘At last some good news to put my mind at rest.’
He exhaled a gentle sigh of relief and his tense face relaxed. ‘So you came to
try and tempt me and have your associate take pictures of us talking, touching
and maybe even kissing?’

‘Yes,’ I confirmed, closing my eyes, wishing I
could shut off all of my senses. His warm body slotted against mine perfectly
and I kept remembering us both climaxing as we masturbated to the thought of
each other last night. It sent a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. ‘But
I didn’t know it was you until you turned around in the bar. I’d never have
accepted if I’d known it was you, I promise.’

‘I believe you,’ he sighed, tucking my hair
behind my ear. ‘So that kiss outside was just for the cameras?’

‘No,’ I shot back, dropping my gaze. ‘No one
was taking pictures there, that was … that was real, Luc. From the moment you
showed me my photograph in your wallet, everything was real.’

‘
Ma belle
,’ he whispered. I moaned
softly as he lowered his head and ran his lips up my neck, my skin blossoming,
the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention. How could something so
simple affect me so badly? ‘You still taste so good, I wonder if your cunt
tastes as sweet as I remember? You can’t imagine how many times I’ve dreamed of
you straddling my face since you left me in Paris.’

‘Luc, stop!’ I feebly ordered.

‘I don’t care how we met again, Lulu. I was
furious with you last week, but now I see it for what it is. Fate. You forget
that we were fated to mate, you and I. Fate is inescapable.’

‘We already …
mated
,’ I reminded him,
squirming as he started to kiss my neck properly, a pool of arousal threatening
to saturate my delicate designer underwear.

‘You think that one night satisfied the need in
me? In you?’ he laughed. ‘You continue to deceive yourself, Lulu. The passion
we feel for each other can never be sated, it is limitless, infinite, stars
will be born then die before this magnetism between us fades.’

‘Stop,’ I groaned, not sure what was turning me
on more, his touch or his words. He’d had a way with them back then and he
still had. ‘You’re
married,
’ I stated for the third time, as if it just wasn’t
sinking home to either of us.

‘I don’t care,’ he whispered, securing my
wrists with one hand, as his other slid around to grasp my chin and forced my head
up to look at him. I virtually melted against him to see the desire in his deep
brown glossy eyes. ‘For the first time in my married life I desperately desire
another woman and I feel no guilt. I have a wife, I live in cities surrounded
by millions of people and every day I feel alone. I have felt alone for so
long, until last week. Yes, I may be married, but because of you, I no longer
care.’

‘I do,’ I mewled. ‘Please, let me meet you
later, to talk.’

‘We will talk, but I intend to fuck you as well,’
he stated bluntly, the primal need in his tone tweaking my nipples to even more
sensitive points.

‘No, I can’t.’ I could hear the waiver in my
voice, how did he do this to me? Make me lose all of my resolve and comply with
his every request? I was supposed to be
The Temptress
, men were supposed
to fall at my feet, not the other way around.

‘Yes you can, but you’re saying you won’t, just
like you did six years ago and less than twenty-four hours later you were
begging me to fuck you, just like I promised you would. Why waste another
twenty-four hours on a foregone conclusion?’

‘Because I …’ I gasped as he silenced me,
forcefully inserting his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered pitifully as my lips
parted, letting him plunge further inside. Forceful, demanding, claiming thrusts
that made me see stars. I tried to pull my hands out of his grip, I needed to
push him away, to put some distance between us, but my tongue was taking no
heed of my conscience and as it danced a seductive and passionate tango with
his, suddenly I needed to grasp his hair, to pull his lips harder onto mine,
but he held them even tighter. He only broke our frenzied kiss when I squealed
into his mouth as I felt his free hand sliding down inside my skirt and edging its
way under the lace of my knickers.

‘Tell me you want me to stop and I will,’ he
tested, his fingers brushing over my smooth mound, getting closer and closer to
my slick quivering clit.

‘I … I … O God,’ I moaned, feeling a wave of
moisture soaking me. He hadn’t even touched me there yet and still I felt more
than I had during actual sex with Greg, or any of the other men I’d slept with.

‘You’re wet, I can tell without even touching
you. Fuck. How I’ve dreamed of this moment,’ he groaned as he thrust his hand
down and quickly inserted two of his long fingers into my tightly clenching
core. My jaw dropped and eyes widened as I gazed up at him. So much passion for
me was radiating off him, so much fire in his eyes, he almost had Tristan’s
flecks of amber circling those inky pupils of his. He slowly and firmly pumped
his fingers inside me, my thighs shaking as I started to pant. We were in my
office! He was married! Seconds later, before I even had a chance to react to
the knowledge that what we were doing here was so wrong, his thumb firmly
circled my clit. I cried out, forcing him to silence me with his mouth, as he
started to build me towards the most intense orgasm I’d had in years, even last
nights was a baby in comparison to the volcano gathering momentum inside me.
‘Come for me, I need your orgasm, let me have it and I will go, on the
condition that you meet me tonight,’ he mumbled against my lips. At the peak of
pleasure I could possibly have agreed to anything.

‘Luc,’ I moaned, I was almost incoherent,
totally blissed out.

‘Merde, hearing my name on your lips is like a
slice of paradise for a man who has lived in the depths of hell for the last six
years without you. Come, Lulu,’ he demanded, his low tone seducing my ears.
‘Married I may be, but for those five years I was, I have stayed faithful to
your memory. I won’t force myself upon you, however desperately I want to clear
your desk and throw you face down on it as I fill you from behind. I’d love to
be able to claim as many orgasms as I need from you, until you remember how
much you need me, but do not deny me the satisfaction of watching you fall
apart in my arms. You left me twice, you owe me this at least.’ His voice
sounded desperate and I completely went to pieces as my climax tore through my parched
body, everything stiffening, then relaxing, as I rippled around his fingers,
visions of him fucking me on my desk making me scream his name. I didn’t care
about anything else but the feeling of intense pleasure saturating my body at
this precise moment in time. No wonder no one else had compared, an orgasm from
Luc was so much better than I remembered. It was incredible. I vaguely heard
him soothing me, whispering sultry French words into my ear, but I was too
spaced out to try to translate.

‘Holy shit,’ I uttered eventually, trying to
focus my vision.

‘Hmmm,’ he sighed, contentment resonating
through his voice. ‘Every bit as responsive as I remembered. Tell me, does your
boyfriend or husband make you come so hard and fast?’

‘I …’ I shook my head, too blissed out to talk.

‘If you are not single, Lulu McQueen, I aim to
devote a substantial portion of my time to making it happen. I will not accept
anyone touching you again.’

‘Lulu, are you ok?’ came Henry’s concerned
voice through the locked door, as he rattled the handle. Shit! Me and my noisy
climaxes.

‘I’m fine, thank you,’ I managed to call,
gasping as Luc slid his hand out of my skirt, dragging my blouse out with it,
then slowly sucked on his fingers, tasting me for the first time in years, his
eyes hooded, a low groan escaping his lips.

‘With all due respect how do I know that you’re
not being coerced to say that?’ called Henry. ‘Do I need to go and check the
camera feed?’

‘No,’ I shot back, mortified. How could I have
forgotten that there was a camera in my own bloody office? ‘Please don’t. I’m …
Damn it, Henry, I’m with …
him.
’

‘Him?’ Luc mouthed, sucking his fingers clean,
a smirk on his face and an amused, horny, twinkle in his eye.

‘O right,
him
, say no more. Message
received and understood. Over and out.’

‘Thank you,’ I cringed, while Luc chuckled.

‘It seems my reputation precedes me. So, now
you remember how much you do need me, I will see you this evening. Seven-thirty
in the bar, don’t be late and don’t bother with underwear, I have no patience
to waste time ripping it off you.’ He clasped my face and lay a tender kiss on
my forehead as I tried to catch my breath.

‘You’re
leaving?
’ I asked, the disbelief
in my voice palpable as I looked up at him.

‘I came to convince you that you needed to talk
to me, I’d say it was a fait accompli, non?’ he raised a cocky eyebrow as he
held my gaze. ‘I have stated my intentions, I want you and I will have you.
Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. I have waited for you for so
long, I can wait a little longer. But be under no illusion that you have a
choice in the matter. Tonight we will discuss your concerns, agree a way
forward and fuck, hard, but regardless of who you are seeing, all of your
orgasms moving forward belong to me, I will not tolerate any deviance from this
request.’

‘You say “request” like I have a choice in the
matter,’ I responded, awed at his dominance and self-assuredness. There was
nothing hotter than a man filled with confidence and certainty in his beliefs,
even if they were fundamentally flawed.

‘You don’t,’ he shrugged, in a matter of fact
manner, as he held my chin and softly swept his thumb over my plump engorged
lower lip, making it swell again in response. ‘I was merely being courteous,
giving the illusion that you still have some control. You have already proved to
me that you submit to me without question, you spent a night with me in Paris
doing just that.’

‘That was six years ago, people change, Luc. I’ve
changed,
things
have changed,’ I reminded him.

‘Maybe many things have changed, but not this,
not what we had, what we
still
have. You can feel it too, an
inexplicable pull. You belong to me Lulu McQueen, from the moment I saw you in
Paris I have owned you, you were just unaware of that fact until now. Merde,’
he uttered as he glanced at his watch. ‘I have to go, but trust me, as I sit in
a boardroom discussing the state of the markets, I will be thinking of you,
imagining that flush on your cheeks as you came, your voice calling out my
name, I shall smell your intoxicating scent that still coats my fingers, evidence
of your desire for me and I will suffer. My cock is painfully hard and I have
no time to relieve myself. You may think that I hold all of the power, but
this
you have control over,
absolute control
over the favourite part of my
body. Maybe you own me too. À plus tard, ma belle,’ he dipped his head and
kissed me, his lips gentle and lingering, I sighed against them. I was in so
much trouble. Where had my willpower and morals vanished to? ‘This colour suits
you, the orange of a consuming fire. It suits your beautiful eyes that I missed
so much, that I saw in my dreams every night,’ he whispered, then quickly
strode to the door and unlocked it, looking back over his shoulder as he did up
his jacket. He shook his head as he bit his bottom lip and scanned my body
again. A body that was currently only being held up by the desk behind me and
my fingers gripping its edge tightly.

‘Thank you for my beautiful roses, all five
bouquets,’ I called, not really sure what else to say, he’d just blasted in here,
taken over, kissed me into a frenzy, made me come and now he was leaving? ‘And
the romantic words in the cards.’

‘For the right woman I have many sides, Lulu
McQueen, I can’t wait for you to discover them all,’ he replied with a wink and
just as fast as he’d entered my world, he was gone. I waited a while, just
clinging to the desk, unsure of how steady my legs would be. I gave it a few
minutes, then carefully tucked my blouse back into my skirt and unsteadily made
my way to the sofa, reaching for the card tucked into the gorgeous roses.