The Seduction of Cassidy Flint

by Samantha Lucas

  She moaned in unison with him, circled her clit, and then dipped back inside.

  "Do you ever use toys, a vibrator, or the shower head?"

  Shock must have shown in her eyes because he laughed softly, then rose up to kiss her nose. “Oh Cass, the things I'm going to teach you."

  His wicked smile stole her breath. In the next second he was inside her again, riding her until she reached undeniable bliss.

  * * * *

  Cassidy was lost in a daydream. This past week had seen her entire world change. She hardly recognized herself or her home anymore.

  Aiden had blown through her life with tremendous force—even Harold sat at the door waiting for Aiden's return everyday.

  She smiled, thinking of all the wonderful moments she'd shared with the man. Besides working on the yard everyday until they ached, they ate together, played board games and talked, a lot. She loved sharing silly little things with him like her fiendish love of Oreos or her addiction to Survivor. She had to stop herself from laughing out loud remembering his shock over eighteen people who would willingly spend a month without a proper bathroom.

  She in turn had learned a lot about him. He talked freely about his mother and her home in Italy. He talked about her gardens and the few members of staff who lived there. He talked about horses, which he had a love hate relationship with, and he talked about all his ideas for the wedding gardens at the hotel, but he remained very guarded about his father. At times she thought he was about to confide some big dark secret to her, but he always stopped himself and distracted her with sex.

  The most surprising and wonderful turn of events actually, was the sex. They were having lots of sex. Honeymoon sex. If she thought about it, she'd probably have to admit that she'd had more sex in the last week with Aiden, than she'd had in the whole seven years of her marriage.

  Aiden seemed to enjoy the things they did together and more, didn't seem to mind her. Didn't mind that her body wasn't perfect, that she had flab in unbecoming places, or that her breasts ... Well, enough said there. But he also didn't laugh at her when nearly everything he did to her surprised her.

  She felt stupid and naive, much like a gawky teenager in bed a lot of the time, but Aiden was always patient, always gentle, and always ready to show her new things. Her body responded to his as if it was made to. When she thought of all the money she'd wasted on those stupid magazines when all she'd needed was Aiden. In the past week, he'd answered nearly every question she'd ever had about sex and then some.

  "You seem happier than usual lately, Cassidy."

  She jumped a little and turned to find Garrison standing in the doorway between the front desk and the back office. Placing her hand over her heart she protested, “You scared me."

  "I said your name three times. You seemed lost in thought."

  He brushed past her to grab the ledger from under the desk. Cassidy suddenly felt guilty, but she wasn't exactly sure what for. “You're here early."

  Garrison looked at his watch and shrugged. “Only an hour or so. Couldn't sleep. I figured I'd catch up on the quarterly reviews."

  "Oh."

  Cassidy's fingers went to the tiny silver heart hanging at her neck. A small gift Aiden had surprised her with at dinner last night. She'd thought about refusing it, but then she thought about how fast their time was flying by and couldn't be bothered wasting even a second of it fighting with him. The door opened again and a small, dark-haired woman stepped through, smiling.

  "Hey guys. Beautiful day out there. It's days like this that make me jealous of you, Cassidy."

  Cassidy tried to clear her head and focus on what Miranda had just said. The young girl replaced her four days a week, but they barely exchanged more than stilted pleasantries She was coming to realize how shut away she'd kept herself all these years, but she could no longer remember why.

  "What?"

  "The sun, the warm air. Doesn't the beach just call to you?"

  "Uh, I guess."

  "Yeah,” Miranda continued. “Being off just when it starts warming up, having the whole day to linger in the water while the rest of us..."

  Whatever else she said was lost on Cassidy, because just then she noticed a tall gorgeous man walking up to the front desk, with that sexy smile on his face and both dimples calling to her. Cassidy found herself wiggling just to try and keep from vaulting the counter and throwing herself into his arms.

  Way to keep the relationship a secret, Cassidy.

  "Morning. Beautiful day out there, but then they all are this time of year aren't they?"

  Aiden was a man of many faces, and she liked all of them. But this one she saw the least of—the all-business Aiden. Clean-shaven instead of the sexy growth of stubble she saw so often around her house, he was dressed immaculately in a dark suit with a cornflower blue tie that made his eyes seem bluer, if that was possible. His hair was perfectly combed and in place, not at all like she'd seen it last night when she had her fingers in it, holding his head over her left breast.

  He made the briefest eye contact with her, but it was enough to send her blood pressure skyrocketing. She wondered how he could act so calm and normal. She imagined if she tried to speak right now she'd stumble all over her words and blush furiously.

  She sucked in a breath, causing the others to turn towards her. She smiled stiffly. “Miranda, will you cover for me a minute?” She turned her smile on Garrison. “Ladies room."

  With Miranda's consent, she made a mad dash. In truth, she realized she probably was blushing furiously and really didn't want anyone to figure out the truth, or at least the part that would have been obvious, that she had a major thing for her boss.

  Closing the door to the woman's restroom, she checked both stalls and was relieved to find she was alone. She pulled a few paper towels and ran them under cold water. Pressing them to her forehead and neck, she admonished herself to behave like a grown-up, like Aiden.

  "This was an inspired idea, Miss Flint."

  She jumped and spun around, any relief the cold water had given her long gone now. The quick snick of a lock told her Aiden had just locked them in the women's restroom and panic flooded her few remaining brain cells.

  "What are you doing?"

  With that damn sexy smile, he started towards her. Cassidy backed up until her back hit a wall. Memories of that first day in his office flooded her mind until she couldn't see straight.

  She held out her hand, arm straight, trying to stop him and asked again, “Aiden, what are you doing?"

  His fingers brushed the side of her face. Her hand that had been meant to stop him now only seemed interested in caressing his chest. And in the quick moment she'd lost her focus, and he grabbed her and propped her up on the bathroom counter.

  "What does it look like I'm doing, Cassidy?"

  He made quick work of the bow at her neck and the first five buttons on her shirt before the haze started to break and fear of being caught washed in.

  "Aiden, you're crazy!"

  He nuzzled her neck, stopping only long enough to say in a distinctly pleased tone, “I know. You've been telling me that since the day we met."

  His hand slid up her thigh, over her thigh-highs to bare skin, making Cassidy jump. When he hit the silk of her panties, he moaned. She placed both hands firmly on his shoulders and pushed hard.

  "Aiden, we can't do this here. I'm working, for one thing. And for anoth—"

  His mouth silenced her and momentarily made her forget completely what her objections were. But the sound of the toilet flushing from the men's room next door brought her mind back, and she shoved against him again.

  "Aiden!"

  His body went lax and he pulled away, running a hand through his hair.

  "Okay, you're right."

  "I am?"

  She slid off the counter and started buttoning buttons.

  "Yes. It's just that from the second I saw you in that hot uniform of yours, I wanted you. And when you left saying you were headed h
ere...” He shrugged. “I followed out of instinct. I just wanted to hold you for a minute."

  Cassidy relaxed completely and went into his arms. “Aw. That's so sweet."

  She couldn't get over how different Aiden was from Charlie. But every day, in so many ways, he proved it over and over again. Before long, they were lost in one another and regardless of both of them deciding it would be wrong and too risky, the bathroom walls soon heard their muffled cries of passion.

  * * * *

  Aiden finished tucking back in his shirt and looked at Cassidy, who was redressed and looking impeccable, except...

  "Cass.” She looked up, and he smiled at her. She was slipping under his skin more and more every day, and he was seriously wondering if he'd be able to walk away in another two weeks. “If you don't stop blushing, they're going to know something's up."

  She strangled a frustrated scream, throwing her hands in the air, letting them slap against her thighs.

  "I can't control it. It has a life of its own."

  He placed a soft kiss to the bridge of her nose.

  "Stay here for a few minutes after I leave and if anyone says anything to you, just pretend you're not feeling well.” He gave her a devilish grin. “That would give you enough cover to call in tonight."

  Cassidy gave him a disapproving frown. He hadn't brought the work thing up again since that first time, and the schedule they'd agreed upon was working out perfectly, but a part of him still wanted her full time. In all honesty, a part of him wanted to take her to Italy. Before he did something foolish, like throw away his entire life, he kissed her again and snuck out the door.

  * * * *

  "I have presents."

  He looked like a child at Christmas, but something about the gleam in his eye as he came through the front door unsettled her. Placing her book aside, she sat up on the sofa eyeing the bags warily.

  "Presents?"

  He held out two large paper bags with ribbon handles. They obviously came from an upscale shop. Wal-Mart, they weren't.

  "Miss Flint, are you wearing panties?"

  She blushed furiously. She'd almost taken to never wearing any. She shook her head as her cheeks heated further. He turned her on the sofa and placed her legs around him, pushing up the summer skirt she wore until she knew he could see her pussy. His eyes flared, and without tearing his gaze away, he reached into one of the bags.

  "I bought toys."

  "Is that..."

  She reached for it, then stopped herself. She should be mortified, but for some strange reason, she wasn't.

  "It's a vibrator, my dear. Not top of the line, though. I figured I'd start you off with the basics. We can always shop up from here."

  She watched him as he opened the package and placed the batteries inside. His fingers ran up the inside of her thighs, and she knew she was wet with anticipation. He turned the vibrator on. She swallowed and bit her lower lip.

  At the first touch of the hard plastic against her soft, sensitive skin, she flinched.

  "Relax."

  "I've got lotions and oils and adult games and fur-lined handcuffs.” He winked at her. “It's going to be a long night, gorgeous. I'm just warming you up."

  Nervously, she laughed, but she had to admit she was incredibly turned on by the idea. He slid the length of the vibrator inside her. The heat in his gaze held her steady as he found her g-spot and pressed the device against it.

  "Oh, my God!"

  His smile only grew more wicked, while she attempted to catch her breath. He pulled it back out slowly and ran it between her folds. The vibrations soaked into her bones. Then he rubbed her clit with it, and she all but arched completely off the sofa.

  "Mmm, glorious view."

  She didn't care. Whimpering and writhing, she accepted every manipulation of her body he dealt her. All the while, he watched. Somehow that made it even more arousing. He slid the vibrator back inside her, found her g-spot again and ran kisses along her inner thigh. It was too much. The stimulation sent her into a powerful orgasm not quite like anything she'd ever experienced.

  White light blinded her behind her eyelids as she screamed out her release and then fell limp on the sofa, knowing she'd never move again.

  "Good Lord."

  "Definitely."

  She laughed as she caught his wicked grin. He came atop her, pulling her body close and engulfing her in his warmth and safety.

  "Let me know when you're ready for round two. I want to watch you use it on yourself."

  She blushed again, but somewhere found the boldness she needed to express her very wicked thought.

  "Only if while I'm using that, you use your hand on you.” She drew a shaky breath. “I want to see you come."

  He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, then ran his finger beneath the lace neckline of her tank top, causing her skin to tingle.

  "I'll come for you, gorgeous. Over those exquisite breasts."

  His eyes dared her to blanch, but she refused to. The idea made her hotter.

  "Deal."

  His mouth took hers with a frenzied hunger, and she met his eager mouth with moans and teeth and lips and tongue, tearing the top button off his shirt as she tried to undo it. She froze. He looked at the shirt, then at her.

  "Fuck the shirt.” He growled. “No, fuck me!"

  Her breath caught. She smiled and tore the rest of the buttons as she tore the shirt from his body. He pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her bra aside without unfastening it. At the first feel of his lips and tongue against her nipple, she inhaled so sharply that she almost started to choke. He laughed, and bit her nipple. She laughed too, even through the sweet erotic pain he was applying. This was the wildest ride of her life, and she was enjoying every second of it.

  * * * *

  "I've decided I like your days off."

  Aiden was straddling her naked hips. Cassidy lay face down on the mattress as Aiden's magic fingers rubbed any tension from her back and shoulders. She lightly thought that if he ever wanted a different career, masseur might be a calling. She groaned in pleasure as his fingers went to work on a knot she hadn't even known she had.

  She decided she liked her nights off as well, and had made a decision earlier when they'd been making love, but was a little skittish to tell him about it. They were more than halfway through the three weeks, and she was beginning to feel a little panic and more than a few regrets.

  "Aiden."

  He leaned down, placing kisses along her shoulders. “Mmm?"

  "I'm thinking of taking vacation days for the rest of the time you're here.” She spat all the words out fast before she could change her mind. “Ow!” He had hit a particularly stiff spot. One thing she'd decided with certainty, yard work was a bitch.

  They'd hauled dirt and plants and rocks and tools and bricks, and the list went on. And she'd been enjoying every second of it. The quiet unison they'd work in, the playful camaraderie they shared. The feeling of accomplishment as each new thing was completed. She'd still be grateful, though, when her body wasn't wracked with pain every second of the day and night.

  He placed a kiss were he'd just pressed too hard, then whispered in her ear, “Sorry, your words made me forget what I was doing.” He slid off her and lay beside her, brushing away a few tendrils of hair that hung loose from the ponytail.

  "Are you serious?"

  "Yeah. Are you okay with that?"

  She watched him try to contain his smile, but his eyes were lit up with childlike enthusiasm.

  "Yeah, that would be all right. You think Garrison will give you a hard time?"

  She drew a breath. It would be hard to go in there and ask for time off so suddenly, especially since she had no intention of telling him the truth, but she hoped he'd be reasonable.

  "It still isn't that busy during the week, and if I can't get all the time off, I thought maybe I'd agree to just work the weekends when all the lovers come in."

  He brushed her hair again, placing
a kiss to her temple. His eyes burned with the fire of promise. “I'd like that a whole hell of a lot, Cassidy."

  His kiss was tender, and maybe it was because they'd both been working their bodies into oblivion, both in the yard and in the bed, but the lovemaking that followed was slower and more tender than before. Aiden's kisses were softer, deeper than usual. His hands traced every curve on her body, leaving Cassidy shaking with need, but he simply continued his torture.

  As his hands softly touched every inch of her skin, his mouth trailed slowly behind them leaving wet skin behind to cool in the night air.

  Cassidy knew without a doubt she'd done the unthinkable, she'd fallen in love with Aiden Grand.

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  Chapter Eight

  Aiden was sleeping.

  Bared to the waist where the sheet was tucked loosely around his hips.

  Cassidy's eyes shifted to take in the length of him and found herself enjoying the rare moment and the time to really look at the man she'd fallen in love with. He was beautiful by anyone's standards, but to her in particular, physically she loved his thick hair and his sexy dimples. She liked the taut muscles buried under soft skin, she loved the length of his back, and as he slept on his stomach, she was able to freely run her hand all the way down to his incredibly sexy butt.

  It amazed her how comfortable she'd become with him. She sat completely naked beside him and didn't feel the tiniest inkling of embarrassment, but then, knowing Aiden—however briefly—had changed her in so many ways. She remembered him jokingly telling her one night that he intended to seduce her into believing what he did, that she was a smart, sexy, vibrant woman, and while she did find his tongue very persuasive, something more than that had changed inside her.

  She felt beautiful now, and she couldn't remember another time in her life when she had. Her lopsided, sagging breasts didn't bother her near as much any more. The extra weight, the wrinkles forming around her eyes, none of it seemed to matter now because Aiden saw beyond all of that and made her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet and wherever she was, she kept that feeling with her. Whether at work behind the check-in desk or in the grocery store or in the garden center, she truly felt as if no other woman on the planet was as treasured as she was, and that feeling bred in her a new confidence to face the world without the insecurities that had always shrouded her so well.