The Temptress (4 page)

I glanced up as the door swung open, a blonde
stumbling through it as she looked back over her shoulder. I let my eyes drift up
to see what had drawn her attention and cursed. Leaning on the wall opposite,
his arms folded across his imposing chest, as he looked directly at me with
those gorgeous intense eyes, was my perfect wet dream, come to life. I felt my
cheeks flush as my breathing rapidly increased. His lips lifted sexily in the
corners, recognising the effect he had on me, affording me a quick glimpse of
some knicker melting dimples as the door closed, blocking him from my view. So
now he knew that I wasn’t feeling the chill of ice, he knew I was full of
burning desire for him. I quickly scooped up more cold water for my face as I
tried to regulate my breathing. Close up he was even better looking than I’d initially
assessed. He had one of those masculine square chins, with a slight Michael
Douglas trademark dent in it, his eyes were so glossy and reflective, but the
look of sexual need in them had ignited my very core. I closed my eyes as I
tried to recall the rest of him, broad shoulders, a flat stomach under that
crisp white tieless shirt, a slim waist and hips and … my eyes shot open as I
registered what I’d caught a glimpse of, straining against the material of his
obviously expensive navy suit. Damn it! I gave an apologetic smile to a girl
trying to reach the hand towels at the side of me and sneaked a glance at the
door as she headed out, to see he was still waiting. He raised his eyebrows.

‘If you won’t come to me, amber eyes, then I
will come to you,’ came his sultry, deep and sexy French accent, as the door
swung shut again. I looked around, hoping there’d be a window I could crawl out
of, no such luck.

‘You’re twenty-four years old, Lulu McQueen
.
You eat sexual predators for breakfast at work, or you would if you actually
let one spend the night with you, you can handle one damn horny and persistent
Frenchman,’
I muttered to myself under my breath. How many men did I have
to deal with each time I was sent in to lure one? Countless and I resisted
every single advance, none of them invoked any feeling inside me. One look at a
hot Frenchman had me hiding out in a toilet, like some nervous teen at prom. I
had a feeling his threat wasn’t empty though and figured I stood a better
chance of escaping my body’s treacherous need to feel his lips on every inch of
my skin, if I confronted him in a crowded public space, rather than trapped in
this confined one. I shook my long dark hair back over my shoulders as I
straightened up, making myself look confident and unintimidated, took a deep
breath and threw open the door, avoiding eye contact as I quickly strode out.

‘At last, she exits.’ His soft foreign purr
sent pleasurable shivers down my spine as I continued walking, feeling his
sexually charged presence close behind me. Being this close to him was a
mistake. It was like his pheromones had some potent sirens’ call, every woman
in the corridor was feeling it, judging by the looks being thrown right over my
shoulder to where he was tailgating me.

‘I don’t know what you want, but I’m not
interested,’ I replied, as I made my way up the corridor, back towards the
sound of the music, where
Bonkers
by Dizzee Rascal was playing. ‘I
thought I’d made that clear with my message.’

‘You know exactly what I want and you are lying
to yourself if you think you don’t want the same. This is not an icy chill that
you are feeling, but a volcanic eruption. Do you have any idea how rare that it
is, ma belle?’

‘I’m not your beauty and you know nothing about
me,’ I responded. ‘And you won’t. Thank you for the Champagne, it was very kind
of you. I’ll repay you, then you can move on, to someone likely to agree to
whatever it is you want, I doubt you’ll be lacking in offers.’

‘I am not, but none of them interest me. All I
am interested in is you. One look and I felt a burning, deep in my very loins.’

‘You should go to an all-night pharmacy, they
could probably prescribe a cream for that.’ I responded, pleased I at least
still had some small part of my brain functioning to rely on some wit. He burst
out laughing behind me, making me scrunch up my face as that deep booming noise
caressed my senses even more. Damn him, even his laugh had more sex appeal than
all of the men I’d ever dated, combined. Why was everyone walking so slowly, I
needed to get away from him.

‘You have fire in your belly as well as your beautiful
eyes.’

‘You’ll have fire in your groin if you persist
in harassing me, from where my knee connects with it sharply.’

‘I’d much prefer your hand or mouth connect
with it,’ he chuckled.

‘I’m telling you that I’m not interested,
Monsieur Cocky, but it seems that you have no idea when to quit.’

‘I quit only when a lady I desire so strongly tells
me that she doesn’t want me. This is, however, as rare as the sighting of a
dinosaur on the Champs Elysees. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t
find me attractive,’ he demanded, the sheer dominance in his tone affording me
a glimpse of his sexual predilections. ‘Tell me that you don’t want me and I
will walk away, but we both know that this is not going to happen.’

‘Does this over confidence usually work with
the ladies?’ I asked, silently cursing as the crowds ahead forced us to a
standstill.

‘It’s not “over confidence,” as that implies
that I’m exaggerating my abilities to obtain your agreement,’ he replied, his
voice far too close to my ear. I inhaled sharply as I felt his fingers lightly
clasp my hips, the heat of his breath on the back of my neck making my hairs
stand to attention. I could also feel a hard erection pressed against my
backside, making my jaw drop, partly in surprise at his brazenness, partly in
awe of how good the body contact with him felt. ‘I am simply confident that you
want my cock buried inside you, each stroke appeasing the aching need that’s
currently coursing through your body, making you flood with sweet juices that
will help me ease inside you. That you want my lips enveloping your stiff
nipples, sucking them to peaks that you didn’t even know they were capable of,
as I bring you to the most explosive climax you’ve ever experienced, then lick
you to another. So many sheet clawing orgasms, over and over until your body is
weak from exertion, coated in a sheen of perspiration and you’re hoarse from
screaming my name.’

‘I don’t even …
know
your name,’ I
managed to utter, his words and tone virtually having brought me to a mini
orgasm as I stood right here, silently cursing the human traffic jam that had
me trapped here with him, my resolve to ignore him weakening by the second.

‘
Luc
,’ he whispered in my ear, as he
pressed his hard muscular body tightly against me, his hands sliding around to
palm my stomach. I felt myself trembling, charges of high voltage electricity
were coursing through my veins from his touch, his voice felt like the finest silk
delicately running over my bare skin, yet exuded eroticism and
that
cock
I could feel writhing behind me. It was all I could do to stop myself from
passing out. ‘And you are, ma belle?’

‘Lulu,’ I squeaked, cursing myself silently for
telling him my name. His voice was hypnotic, I feared that if I stayed in his
presence too long I could agree to anything he asked. Why had he picked on me,
he could have anyone he wanted. Why me? Coco was as attractive, why hadn’t he
gone for her? Did he sense how long it was since I’d had sex? Was I a challenge
to him?

‘I need you beneath me, Lulu, I need to watch
you come for me, to see how the flames in those beautiful eyes rise higher as I
make you climax, again and again. The need in me is damaging to my very soul. Tell
me what it will take to make that happen?’

‘It … can’t,’ I whimpered, desperately clinging
to the shreds of my resolve, my body screaming at me to let him do whatever he
wanted to me. ‘I don’t do one night stands.’

‘Who said anything about one night? I have a
feeling I could spend days appreciating this exotic body.’ His lips brushed the
back of my neck, his thumbs rubbing up and down my stomach and I jolted at the
heat that flowed into my skin. I tried to push my way through the people in
front, but his hands pulled me back, spun me around and pushed me up against
the wall. Before I had time to react, he’d pressed forwards, trapping me with
his hands either side of my shoulders, his hips glued to mine, the most
impressive erection I’d ever felt creating a permanent dent in my stomach. His
lips were inches away, his gorgeous tempered chocolate eyes staring hungrily
into mine, as his teeth worked over his lower lip. ‘I need to fuck you, Lulu.’

‘Why don’t you go fuck yourself,’ I bit,
furious with him for making me want him so badly, while he was being so damn
cocky, arrogant and pushy.

‘But where would be the fun for you, if I did
that?’ he asked, cocking his head as he smiled again, showing those damn
dimples and a set of perfectly straight white teeth. I was affronted at his
crude approach, yet I felt my pussy clenching, my knickers were soaking and all
I could think about was grasping his hair, as I bit and sucked his full lower
lip. He moved his head forward, making me hold my breath, trying to imagine how
his kiss would feel against my tingling lips. Instead I felt his move lightly
over my cheek and around to my ear. ‘You’re so wet for me, Lulu. I can smell
your sex watering for me, feel the points of your nipples against my chest, you
need me inside you as much as I need to be there.’

‘I … I don’t …
please
leave me alone,’ I
begged, clenching my hands into fists to stop my itching fingers from reaching
out to pull him closer. His masculine scent was filling my nostrils, no one had
ever smelled so good, no one had ever made me react to them like this. Sex
between us would be raw, aggressive and animalistic, I knew it. I also knew,
without a doubt, that once with this man would never be enough for me.

‘Look at me and tell me that you don’t want me,
Lulu,’
he offered, his voice like warm water, enveloping my body in a heat
that made me shiver with delight. He took my earlobe in his teeth, gently biting
and tugging. I whimpered and felt my cheek involuntarily lean against his, the
light dusting of his stubble felt like the most sensuous caress. He slowly
released my ear and his face reappeared in front of mine, forcing me to hold my
breath again as I saw the flames dancing in his intense eyes. His breathing was
coming as fast as mine as we stared at each other, everything else melting away,
as if all that was happening around us ceased to exist, while I started to
drown in those molten chocolate pools of desire. ‘Tell me,’ he demanded.

I opened my mouth to say what I knew I needed
to, to protect my easily damaged heart, but nothing came out. He must have
taken my reluctance to deny my desire for him as a green light that I was ready
for him. In an instant his burning hot lips were on mine, kissing me
forcefully, possessively, as his hands moved up to clutch my face, to stop me
turning my head away. I closed my eyes as I felt dynamite explode in my head,
pleasure radiating out as he kissed me the way I’d never been kissed before,
the way I longed to be kissed forever. My hands shot to his body, sliding
around his toned waist and reaching up inside his suit jacket, to grasp
powerfully muscular shoulder blades that could have belonged to Michael Phelps.
I heard him groan into my mouth as he left no millimetre of space between our
heated bodies, his slabs of muscle feeling harder than the wall against my
back. His tongue slipped into my mouth teasing mine slowly, as his thumbs
stroked my cheekbones, then suddenly delicate tantalising flickers turned to
plunging forceful thrusts, making me imagine his cock doing the same inside my
quivering, desperate pussy. I wanted this man, I wanted him like I’d never
wanted anything, but that scared me. He pulled away with a gasp, firmly holding
my face, my hands still clutching his warm body as I stared at him stunned. I’d
never been so turned on in my life. I blinked a few times, feeling suddenly
dizzy.

‘Breathe, Lulu, breathe,’ he whispered, with a
knowing smile, perfectly aware of the effect he had on me. Unaware I’d even been
holding my breath, I sucked in a large gulp of air and panted rapidly, trying
to pull the fragments of my shattered senses back together, as he swept his
thumb over my lower lip. ‘You want me, yet I feel a resistance at the same time.
No one has ever denied me, no one has tried to evade me, which only makes me
want you more. But I will not chase you. I chase no one, ma belle. I want you
to crave me as much as I crave you, to realise that this insane attraction is
not one sided and cannot be denied. You have tonight to deal with your concerns
and make up your mind. Call me in the morning and we will spend the day
together, I will show you the sights of my beautiful city. But be warned, when
darkness falls, chasing away the light of the day, I will leave too, I will
disappear into the shadows unless you beg me to ease that throbbing between
your thighs. One day is all I ask, one day when I will be nothing but
respectful. One day to show you that even without any sexual advances towards
you, we are nevertheless fated to mate. But trust me on this,’ he whispered
against my lips, ‘one day we
will
mate, many times, passionately,
aggressively, animalistically, tenderly, beautifully and gently, in many
locations and
many
positions, but only when you plead for it. Only when
you beg for my cock will you have it. And once you do, you’ll wish you’d begged
me for it tonight.’

‘What makes you so sure?’ I whispered, as I
tried to get my runaway heart rate under control, both turned on and insulted
at his arrogance. His lips curved up on one side as a hand reached behind him
and grabbed my wrist. He brought my hand around to the front of his body and
placed it high up on his chest, right in the middle. I gulped to feel his
strong heartbeat radiating out, sending shockwaves up my arm. He held my gaze,
affording me visions of us wrapped around each other in expensive satin sheets,
as he slowly dragged my hand down his taut and honed body, between the curved
edges of his large pecs, over each ridge of his bulging abs and down to his
flat, hard stomach. I was panting again, my senses overloaded with sexual
desire, as his hand moved mine lower, dipping past the waistband of his
trousers, a gasp leaving my lips as my fingertips brushed over the bulbous head
of his erection, which jerked forward to meet my touch. His eyes darkened as we
continued to stare at each other, our thoughts obviously transparent to the
other and my hand was moved lower and lower, all the way down his long, hard thick
erection, right to his wide root. My mouth went dry as he curled his fingers,
forcing mine to wrap tightly around his stiff, tense shaft, a low, guttural
groan leaving his lips, as I stopped breathing again, feeling the girth of him
throbbing intensely in my palm.