Seduced by the American Millionaire

by Lynda Chance

  Jenny sat quiety while he wrung the water out of the washcloth. He knelt beside her. Very gently he lifted her hand and washed it very thoroughly. He folded the cloth and slipped it under her panties. He soothed it over her throbbing mound and looked into her eyes. "And babe, just so you know, when you do finally let me put it in, you won't ever have to worry about me coming first. Because it will always stay hard long enough for me to make you come, too. I promise. "

  Chapter Three

  Jenny opened her eyes the next morning and was immediately immobilized by the double force of anticipation and horror. Last night had been amazing. Totally scary, but amazing. She looked over at the clock. Wow. Eight-thirty. Last night when she got home, she didn't think she would ever be able to get to sleep. But after her head hit the pillow, she didn't remember anything else. She guessed great sex would do that to you. She swung her legs off the bed and felt them shake when she thought about the orgasm she had last night. Never in her life had she experienced anything that deep and strong. She was no stranger to orgasms, thank God. She could usually climax no matter what. But not like that! Holy crap, it had been so deep and internal. And all from just heavy petting!

  She desperately wanted to experience it again. But she knew she shouldn't. The guy was a mobster, or a gangster or something. She couldn't get involved with him. Her life was calm and orderly. Safe. She never did anything wrong. She was a member of the P.T.O. My God, she hadn't even had a speeding ticket in fifteen years.

  At the thought of never getting what her body wanted, she found herself questioning the whole situation.

  Even though the nature of his business worried her, his intentions toward her didn't. Except in a sexual manner, she didn't feel threatened by him at all. He was dominant and wanted to be in control, but his purpose was purely sexual, and his impulses toward her were gentle, charming even. He loved to kiss her hand, and her fear of him had disturbed him. No, he didn't mean her any harm.

  It wasn't like this was going to lead to anything, anyway. He just wanted sex. He had been blunt at dinner when he had spelled out his need to screw her for a few days. She tried to convince herself that she didn't need to worry about his occupation. They could have this time together, and then it would be over. She had to do this. She couldn't imagine going through the rest of her life wondering what it would have been like with him. She wanted to sleep with him, and she was going to. And then it would be over.

  She could handle that, right?

  She thought about last night again.

  After Richard had escorted her to her car last night, he had opened the door for her and held her hand as she sat behind the wheel. He crouched down beside her and didn't let go of her. He looked down at their joined hands and scowled. "Jenny. " She remembered the euphoria she had felt when he called her by her name for the first time. "Don't get home and start worrying that you did something wrong tonight. I am going to come pick you up tomorrow about five. I don't want to hear any bullshit about it not being a good idea, or whatever. Pack a toothbrush and an extra pair of panties. You're spending the night with me, and you're going to need them. "

  Jenny sat stunned as he put her hand to his lips, and gently kissed it. He reached in and smoothly fastened her seatbelt. He closed the door with a click.

  The memory jolted her. He had known she would question her actions.

  Her cell phone started ringing on her bedside table. She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on today instead of last night. Could it be him? When they had been at dinner the night before, he had snagged her cell and programmed his number into her phone and vice-versa. She stared at it with agitation and excitement.

  She grabbed it and answered. "Hello? "

  "Jen, it's me. " Jenny felt her spirits take a small nosedive and then perked up to the conversation.

  "Renee. Oh my God. Did you survive the boss from hell last night? You didn't break the code, did you? Tell me you didn't. " Jenny waited in anticipation. One could never tell with Renee. She preached one thing, and then usually practiced another.

  "No. I'm still clean. The wives of America have no reason to hate me. But I swear Jen, the more I pulled back, the more he pushed. I really need to talk to you about it. But it's going to have to wait.

  Have you heard from Amy? I'm really worried. I know she's still alive and in one piece, but that's about it. She was very evasive in our thirty-second conversation. And it sounded like what she said to me was rehearsed, you know? " There was real worry in Renee's tone and Jenny tried not to get alarmed by what she was hearing.

  "Okay. What do you need me to do? " Her voice was edged with concern.

  "Nothing right now. I'll start making some phone calls and let you know what's going on. Did you find your way home last night? " Jenny was relieved by the teasing in her friend's voice. She couldn't be that worried about Amy if she could tease her about getting lost. But now was not the time to tell Renee what had happened. She still wanted to savor the clandestine quality of the experience for a while.

  "Yep, I did. No big deal. Sorry about that. Again. "

  "No problem. Talk to you later, Jen. "

  After she ended the call, Jenny padded into the kitchen to make coffee and think. She grinned to herself. She was going to get laid tonight! The thought was amazingly exciting and thoroughly terrifying at the same time. And, holy crap, she only had eight hours to get ready. She downed her coffee and ran to her bedroom to throw on some clothes. She was going shopping!

  At five minutes before five o'clock, Jenny heard a car pull up. She hadn't received a phone call or a text from him and was kind of apprehensive that he wouldn't show. Not so. Her veins heated with need as she moved the curtain aside to get a peek. He was in a big, black shiny Chrysler 300. Oh great. The epitome of the American mobster car. She steeled her nerves and went to the door.

  The door pulled open and Richard saw Jenny standing there. Holy Shit. Crap. He knew at once that he was in trouble. Last night she had been dressed for a restaurant meal with her friends. And that had excited the shit out of him. Tonight she was dressed for the man who had made her cream her panties the night before. Mother fucker. He was going to have a Goddamn heart attack. Her hair was long and flowing down her back in loose curls. She had some kind of make-up stuff on her face that seemed to glimmer. She was wearing a low-rise skirt that flared around her upper thighs and barely covered her sweet little ass. A clinging peach-covered cami molded low over her chest and didn't cover the top of her fine little tits in a lacy-green bra. Those tits were pushed up high and begging for his mouth. He let his eyes follow her perfect, smooth legs to where she teetered on impossibly high gold platform sandals. Her toes were painted hot pink and matched her fingernails as she stood back and let him look his fill.

  Fuck. He felt his tension escalate and need pulsed through his system. The slow seduction was obviously not going to happen tonight. His plans of a long, hunger-filled game of cat and mouse would have to wait. He pushed the door farther open and walked in.

  Jenny stepped back as Richard crowded her space. He glanced away from her face. He looked around the room. "Nice place. "

  "Thanks. " She continued her retreat as he advanced on her farther. She stopped when her back hit the wall. She stared at him in fascination as he lifted her hand to his mouth. He held it tightly and turned it over and put his lips gently on her palm. Her heartbeat went into overdrive. He looked into her eyes. He picked up her other hand and pulled her arms out to her sides. He looked her up and down.

  "Nice. " She tensed at the growled word. He pushed her hands up on either side of her head and held them there while he continued to look her up and down. She hung against the wall, stunned at his actions. He lowered his head and claimed her lips with his. His tongue pushed into her as he plundered her mouth. Jenny lost all sense of time as his belt bit into her torso and his erection pushed against her stomach. He ripped his mouth from hers and moved to her ear. One of her hands was freed as he grabbed her hair.
"Do they match? "

  Jenny moaned as his breath filled her ear. She was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She thought he said something, but couldn't get her brain to function.

  "Jenny. Do they match? " He pulled her face up by her hair. It should have hurt. It didn't. She looked at him with glazed eyes.

  "Mm...wh-what? " She knew he was asking her something.

  "Do. They. Match. Your panties. Are they green? Do you have green silk covering your pussy? " His words were harsh. His eyes looked cruel and unbelievably delicious.

  Jenny whispered, "Yes. "

  He tensed even more and angled his mouth over hers again. His hand went up her skirt. He cupped her mound with his hand. Warmth and juice spilled from Jenny. "You want it here or in the bedroom? "

  He touched her clit through her panties and sucked her neck above her shoulder.

  She gasped. "What? No,no, I don't think-- " She was panting and stammering.

  "Right. Here, then. " He lifted her up and put her on a table against the wall. He gave her no chance to react as he shoved her legs apart and pushed in between them. He fisted his hand in her cami and bra and tugged downward. Her breasts popped out. She was immediately immersed in an overload of desire long suppressed. She had no thought. No will. No control. She didn't want any. She was a ragdoll in his arms.

  She understood what was happening. She didn't know how they had gotten here so quickly. She was glad she didn't have to make any decisions. She wanted this. She wanted him.

  She heard him unsnap his jeans through the heaviness of their breathing. He pushed them down. He jerked her panties to the side. She felt the broad head of his penis against her softness. He started to push in. He grunted and stopped. "Can you get pregnant? " His voice was strained.

  He pushed in a fraction more as he waited for the answer. She was too shocked to speak. She could feel him stretching her. Felt him begin to fill her. The sensation was indescribable. He pulled back out. "Jenny. Am I going to get you pregnant? " His eyes were boring into hers and his nostrils were flaring. She shook her head in a tiny negative movement and a second later felt him plunge into her.

  Shock reverberated through her body. He was large and thick and she hadn't had sex in a long time. Her arms slid from his shoulders to around his neck. She buried her face in his neck and whimpered. The excitement disappeared as trepidation took its place. She felt dominated by his size. By his strength. He covered her fully. She felt helpless in his arms and realized she had relinquished any power she might have to him. And he was going to take it. She held on and waited for the storm that she knew was about to come.

  He felt her go limp with shock and tried to gentle his movements. It was almost impossible. He had been ready to fuck her since his first look at her. He fought for control of his starving body. He battled with the supreme need to thrust. He had to stop his movements and let her get use to him. He sucked in a few calming breaths. He slid his hands in her hair and lifted her face for his kiss. She stiffened and whimpered in his mouth. " Shhh, shhh. It's okay, babe. You're okay. I've got you. It's already in. There's nothing to be worried about. "

  He reached down and ruthlessly pressed on her clit. In contrast, his mouth was gentle and his tongue as he moved it in her mouth was slow. So slow. The kiss was long and perfect and Jenny relaxed in his arms. His voice and mouth were seducing her again. "Oh, babe. You are so sweet. " He reached down and lapped at her nipple.

  Fierce excitement came roaring back to her instantaneously.

  "You are so perfect. Let me fuck you, babe. I need to fuck you. "

  She moaned against him and he felt her soften around him as her juice creamed his cock. He moved his hands to her butt and pressed her closer into him. She moaned his name.

  "Are you okay now? " His words were hard. Short and salient. "Ready? " She hung in his grasp. He looked into her face. "Jenny. Open your eyes and look at me. " She did as he asked. "Do you want this? "

  She moved her hands to his shoulders. He felt her breath whisper soft in his ear. "Yes. Please. " He shuddered with need. He prayed for control as he kissed her lips and then moved them down to her breasts. He captured a nipple with his tongue and teeth and began to suck her as he deepened his penetration and began to rock. His brain splintered as pleasure ripped through his guts.

  He groaned deep in his throat. Jenny felt the vibrations through her chest and body as he began to pump into her. He sucked hard at her nipple and sensation slammed through her and she bucked in his arms. He reached down between them and pressed hard on her clit until she was gasping for air and pushing against him. She tensed as pure pleasure grabbed her entire body and she screamed with the force of her release.

  He felt her internal muscles gripping and clenching him before he heard her start screaming. The pleasure was intense and he started hammering at her with quick, ruthless pumps. His release when it came was violent and uncontrolled and he groaned harshly with the repeated thrust of his hips.

  There was silence when it was over, with just the sound of their gasping breaths between them.

  Richard held her in his arms and tried to pull his mind free from her sexual hold. The magnetic force of their attraction was mind-blowing. The sex couldn't be this good. His brain was just still fucked-up from his orgasm. Her softness was beginning to be a compulsion. Her body was becoming his addiction. This couldn't be good. But his mind denied the idea of ending it. He didn't have that much willpower. For now, he would feed the craving.

  Jenny's mind slowly started working again. She heard Richard's inhalations as he held her and she tried to calm down. Her breathing finally slowed.

  He lifted her face to his and smiled into her eyes. "Okay, Angel? " She tried to smile back and felt his kiss on her forehead as he slowly withdrew from her body. He pulled down her skirt and snapped his jeans. He lifted her in his arms and began to walk. "Which way to the bathroom? "

  Chapter Four

  Jenny stepped back into the living room and watched him pick up a photo on the bookshelf. "These yours? "

  He was holding one of her favorite pictures of her kids. "Yes. That was last summer at the beach. " He carefully placed it back.

  "Good looking boys. " He turned to face her and frowned. "Aren't you hungry? "

  "Yes, I am. "

  "Well, get changed then and let's go. " He turned back to inspect her things again.

  "What do you mean? I'm ready to go. " Did he think she was too wrinkled?

  Richard swung back to face her with a scowl. "You don't want to go to a restaurant in that outfit, do you? " She watched him rake his hand through his hair and wait.

  "Why not? I think it all goes together pretty well. I like it. " She turned and grabbed her bag and keys.

  "You want me to calmly sit across from you in the restaurant in that outfit and try to have a civil conversation? " He reached out and adjusted her cami to cover her cleavage a little bit. "Jesus Christ, I'll have to fight off every guy in the place. "

  She laughed. "You're being silly. Sweet, but silly. " He pulled her into his arms and smiled.

  "Silly? You're accusing me of being silly? I get what this is. You're feeling a little cocky and smug because you think I'm old and I've been satisfied. "

  She gave him a radiant smile. Richard felt like he'd been sucker-punched. She was so beautiful.

  "Well, yeah. " She couldn't believe this playful exchange. This was a side of him she hadn't seen. She liked it.

  He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a spontaneous hug. "Don't get too cocky, babe. I promise I can get it up again. "

  Jenny sat quietly in the passenger seat of his big car. They were driving down the interstate at a fast clip. She looked out the window at the Mississippi river. It was always so pretty this time of year. She relaxed in her seat. Her big, comfortable seat. Her big, comfortable, leather seat. Anxiety pierced her. Surely he wasn't really a mobster. Did mobsters really exist anymore? There was just something about him. Although impec
cably dressed, and good-looking, there was an elusive quality that she couldn't identify. He was so big, and scarred, and he had a 'Don't fuck with me' attitude.

  He reached over the console and took her hand in his. He looked at her with hot eyes. Tingles went down her spine. He looked back to the road and spoke. "What does a hot little mom like you do for a living, Angel? Nice house and two kids away at school? College is expensive. " He intertwined their fingers. His touches had been constant. It felt like he was staking his claim. The idea was sinfully, distressingly enticing.

  She looked away from his hand enclosing hers, and tried to concentrate on his question.

  "I'm a bookkeeper. " She named the large insurance company she worked for. "I only have to go into the office about fifteen hours a week. The rest, I can do from home. I like it and it was really convenient when the boys were growing up. "

  "Paying for a house and college can't be easy. Does the dumb-ass help? " He looked her way.

  "Dumb-ass? "

  "He must have been a dumb-ass to let you slip through his fingers. " His grip tightened and Jenny felt like a warm, quivering mass of jelly.

  "He hasn't helped at all since the boys turned eighteen. I got the house and the mortgage in the divorce. Thank God the twins are smart. They're both at University of Houston. I haven't had to pay for any college. Have you ever heard of National Merit? "

  He turned and looked at her again.

  "Yeah, I have. So, you're brilliant as well as beautiful? " His thumb was making stroking circles on her hand. Jenny was finding it hard to concentrate.

  "No, not me. Why do you say that? "

  "Well, babe, I thought everybody knew that kids inherit their intelligence from their mamas. "

  Jenny's heart was still beating too fast as she looked at the menu. Damn, he was hard enough to resist when he was stalking her, but now he had to start being charming, also? Jenny watched his interchange with the waiter. She couldn't believe how smooth he was, so at ease with himself and everything around him. He didn't try to impress her, and that impressed her the most. He was so utterly confident. After they had been shown to their table, she took a seat in the booth. He paused for a moment just looking down at her and holding her hand. He finally let go of her and walked around to sit facing her. "I think it would be best if I sat here, don't you think? You look good enough to eat. " He paused. "I want to save that for later. "