Entice

by Lexi Buchanan

  “He’s, um, nice,” she says all flustered.

  I chuckle. “He’s more than nice.”

  I’m tempted to say more to embarrass her, but think better of it. Since I was released from hospital, we’ve been talking a lot more than we have in years, if ever. It’s sad, but a relief because I really want my baby to know her. We may have always had our differences, but now that my father is no longer with us, I need her more in my life. She’s the only family I have, and no matter how she is, I just can’t find it in me to walk away from her.

  I’m happy that she’s trying as well, or at least appears to be. No doubt at some point we won’t see eye-to-eye about something, but for now I’m hoping we can get some sort of closeness.

  “So, how are you really doing, Sabrina? And I don’t want the same response you give me over the phone.”

  She gives me a stern look.

  I have been telling her I’m fine when in fact I wasn’t. No matter how many times she asked me, I’d always reply the same and try to convince her that I really was okay. She obviously has the mother antenna and knew I was lying to her.

  Wrapping my hands around my mug, I curl my feet under me, and for the first time in my life, I really talk to her. “The baby is fine and has been doing well. Lucien had the doctor call and she brought a nurse and a portable ultrasound device. So as long as I make time during my day to rest, she doesn’t see any reason why I won’t carry to term.”

  “Well that’s good news. I’m really looking forward to having a granddaughter to spoil.” She smiles and I can see she means what she says, which, if I’m honest, makes my heart feel lighter.

  But she has to accept that, “It could be a boy,” I mention out loud. I know she has always been into dresses, lace and frills, which is just not me at all. Never has been and never will be.

  “Well, what do you want?”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m not bothered what I have as long as he or she is perfectly healthy. But if you ask Lucien, then he will agree with you. If I was given the choice, then I’d choose a boy who looked like his dad.”

  I meet her gaze over my mug, and pause. “What? Why that look?”

  “You’re in love with him.”

  It was a statement so it doesn’t need an answer, right?

  “Well?”

  Perhaps I do need to say something. “Yes, I love him. He’s been burned badly in the past so he doesn’t trust easily.” I cringe at my bad choice of words.

  “Anyone who has seen him looking at you will know how he feels about you.”

  What is she talking about?

  Frowning, I ask, “Why? How does he look at me?”

  “Sabrina, open your eyes. That man loves you, and I won’t believe any denials.”

  “Um.”

  She smiles. “Well it looks like I’ve left you without words for a change.”

  “I’d say,” I mumble.

  “Whatever is going on between you both seems to be working. I might be in my sixties, but I recognise the blush that was running along your cheekbones.”

  Throwing my head back, I laugh and for once my tears are tears of laughter.

  Some mothers might come out with things like that all the time, but mine, well, let’s just say she’s what I’d consider prim and proper. So that was a surprise.

  “You were about to tell me how you, really, are doing?”

  She doesn’t let up.

  “Truthfully, I’ve been feeling useless and in the way.” She arches a brow at me. “Lucien hasn’t made me feel that way. It’s just difficult to explain. One minute I’m so happy that our baby is still growing inside me, and the next I get this feeling that I’m trapping Lucien. Forcing him to be with me when he prefers to be on his own. He’s told me that he wants me living with him and that he’ll always be here for me and our child, it’s just difficult, you know? I do love him. I love him so much. If he would have asked me to be with him without the pregnancy being a factor then it would be so different and I’d know exactly where I stand. Most of the time I feel as though I’m walking on eggshells.”

  After my confession, we fall into a comfortable silence, which is surprising, while I think about what I’ve just admitted.

  I think every girl in my situation wants to know the guy she’s with wants her for herself and not just because of the child she’s carrying. Lucien is different. There’s always been electricity between us from the moment we met.

  Part of my problem is my insecurity about Lily and Lucien’s feelings for her. I hear what everyone has said. It’s just difficult to accept whenever I see them together. It always hurts. The only way to make it stop and to try and get used to the idea that there is another woman in his life is to talk to him about it. Make him see that it bothers me. I’m sure he’s worked it out by now with how reserved I’ve been with Lily. So much so that I’ve avoided her for months, using any excuse I could come up with. Putting my worry off isn’t going to change anything or give me the explanation I need.

  Lucien is always defensive of Lily and I guess it pisses me off.

  Hell! Having these thoughts isn’t exactly making for a light and cheerful day.

  I started off in bed, not wanting to do anything or talk to anyone, only to end up having Lucien’s arms wrapped around me for the first time in weeks. And then he surprised me even more by showering with me, and what a shower that turned out to be.

  “You know,” Mom says, bursting through my thoughts. “You need to go out more. I know you haven’t over the past four weeks because you were on bed rest, but now there isn’t any excuse. Go to the museum, the mountains, out for dinner, just spend more time together doing what people who are dating do.”

  I shake my head.

  “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

  “Lucien asked me out for dinner tonight. So I guess that’s a start. I’ll ask him about going out over the weekend. He’s been constantly working here, apart from the few days a week he goes in to the office for meetings and to catch up. I feel bad really that he’s spent so much time working from home.”

  “I’m sure he was more concerned about the health of you and his child than he was about work. He has four brothers who help in the running of the family business so I’m sure they’ve managed with him being here.”

  “They all have different responsibilities, but that’s actually what he said.”

  She grins at that. “I can see I’m going to enjoy being his mother-in-law.”

  Shit. How do I tell her that I’ve still not agreed to marry him?

  Not only that, we haven’t spoken about being engaged either.

  “Um, Mom. We still haven’t exactly made plans to get married.” I cringe knowing this isn’t going to go down well. Last time it was mentioned was a disaster.

  “What?”

  “I’ve been sick and we haven’t discussed it,” I try in an effort to buy us some time.

  She narrows her eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me everything?”

  “Mom, you need to trust us to do the right thing. Please.”

  “For now. But don’t keep me waiting long. I’ve dreamed about you walking down the aisle looking like a princess.” She has a dreamy look on her face. “On the days you weren’t being awkward, you’d dress up in one of your Disney Princess dresses and pretend to marry one of your dolls or have a tea party with The Mad Hatter. It was cute. Pity it didn’t last.”

  “Mom,” I say in warning.

  “I know, I know. You were cute like that.”

  “If you say so.”

  All of a sudden a serious look comes over her face as she looks at me.

  “I’m sorry,” she starts, “for not being a better mother. I should have listened to your father more about what you wanted and what you needed to make you happy. I shouldn’t have tried to push my upbringing on you.” She swipes at a loose tear. “I’m just happy that you’re giving me another chance. What Lucien said when you came to visit me, it woke m
e up to the fact that I was about to lose you. I never want that.”

  I now feel tears on my face as I untangle myself from my chair. Going over to her, I lean against the chair arm and wrap my arm around her.

  “I’m glad we have this second chance together. We’re going to make it and you’re going to make a wonderful grandmother,” I hope, “so let’s move forward okay.”

  She nods her head.

  “You know we need to watch a chick flick,” I say to lighten the mood, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that’s exactly what we need. It’s also something we’ve never done before.

  “Chick flick?”

  “Mom, you need to get with the times. A chick flick is a girly movie. Hot guys, usually no violence.” I grin. “We’ll watch Pretty Woman.”

  “Alright. I’m game.”

  Well, today has certainly turned out differently than I expected.

  I wonder how tonight’s dinner is going to turn out.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Lucien

  Being in a meeting all morning was frustrating as hell because all I wanted to do was look up this Christian Grey that Sabrina seems to have ideas about. She reads a lot, especially over the past four weeks, so I presume that he is a character out of one of her books. And, holy fuck was I right. Needless to say I spent most of the afternoon flitting through Fifty Shades of Grey and discovered that Mr Grey has a fetish for grey ties.

  Ever since, I’ve been so hard that at one point I was tempted to go and stroke one off in the restroom.

  I just hope my girl was serious about being taken and tied because my body is humming with sexual tension.

  It’s so bad that when I parked the car in my spot in the underground car park, I’d nearly bitten the security guards head off when he’d stopped me. He’d stammered and forgotten what he’d wanted to say so at least I got on my way.

  Looking in to the mirror of the elevator, I grin as I straighten the grey tie. Maybe I won’t tell Sabrina I know who Christian Grey is. See how long I can carry it on before I give in and admit that I didn’t get any work done because I was too intrigued to pass up on the stories.

  Finally the doors open on to my floor. Quickly making my way to the door, I punch in the ten digit security code and push the door open.

  The blinds are closed throughout the place but the lamps are turned on giving the place a warm glow.

  I place my satchel with documents onto the table at the end of the hall, and hope Sabrina is home. I can’t imagine her doing all this and then leaving. At least with how much I want her, I hope she wouldn’t do that.

  “Nice day at the office dear?” she drawls.

  Her words startle me.

  But words leave me when I turn and see her sitting at the dining table with her legs crossed at the ankles, resting on top of it. She is in nothing but stilettos, a tie and a smile.

  I chuckle and slowly walk towards her.

  She’s killing me.

  Coming to a stop at the side of the table, I stroke her ankle and really look at her. Starting at the red lethal shoes, my gaze travels up her long legs, narrow hips until it hovers around her pussy as I lick my lips.

  “You hungry,” she huskily asks.

  My eyes shoot up to her desire filled ones.

  “You have no idea.”

  Travelling back to her pussy, I drink in the sight of her before moving up to the swell of her stomach where our baby is nestled.

  The grey tie is loose around her neck, but drops between her breasts and curves under one of her swollen breasts, which I caress with my eyes. They’ve grown with her pregnancy and usually overflow her underwear, which is why she has been wearing her sports bras. I really need to take her out for more clothes.

  The plumpness of her breasts makes me want to dip my head and nuzzle between them before tasting her rosy colored nipples with my tongue.

  She’s a fuckin’ wet dream in the flesh.

  Untangling her feet, she plants them on the floor with her legs spread giving me a view that makes me throb behind my zipper.

  “You look good in a grey tie.”

  I try not to grin, but feel my lips twitch with her comment.

  “Is that a fact?”

  I move between her spread thighs and gaze into her eyes as she raises her head.

  “I’m thinking I prefer you in a grey tie. So damn sexy.”

  “Hmm.”

  She grasps my thighs with her hands and slides them upwards to my hips.

  My cock pulses.

  As she nuzzles against me, I inhale and clamp down on my jaw to try and hold off my orgasm.

  “I’ve missed you today. This pregnancy has made me twice as horny as I was before.”

  Her fingers trail up along my shaft, and then I feel the zipper go down before she has me wrapped in her hand. I grind my teeth—desperate for release.

  “I’m that on edge that my pussy is already wet for you to sink inside.”

  Fuck!!

  She hums against the head of my cock.

  Before she can fully take me into her mouth, I slide my hands into her hair and gentle tug her head back allowing my cock to slip away from her lips.

  “You are gorgeous.”

  Releasing her, our eyes stay connected.

  Without moving, breathing heavily, I remove my jacket and toss it behind me. It hits the floor. But who cares. My shoes are kicked off next followed by my socks.

  Unfastening the tie, I watch as her eyes narrow when I drop it to the table. Pulling off my shirt, I let it follow my jacket, but keep the long sleeved tee shirt on.

  I pick the tie up, and let it slide through my fingers. “What should I use this for I wonder,” I tease her and watch as her eyes turn hot with desire.

  “Do you trust me Sabrina?”

  She watches me for a few minutes before replying, “I trust you to never physically hurt me.”

  Her choice of words bothers me, and gives me pause.

  I’m not planning anything other than to tie her wrists together. Being tied up and at someone else’s mercy takes a lot of trust of the other person, but her answer makes me wonder how she expects me to hurt her. Does she think I’m going to mentally hurt her? I guess we don’t have a good track record with that, or rather I don’t.

  Feeling her hands on my cock again, I grab her face between my hands and pulling her out of the chair seal our lips together.

  I show her with my tongue what I’m going to be doing with my dick, sooner rather than later. She’s not the only one who’s horny.

  “Hold on to me.”

  Grabbing her hips, I lift her up as she wraps her arms around my neck, and hiss when cock meets pussy.

  Her shoes clunk to the floor.

  I place her butt onto the table and help her lie back, nearly fuckin’ coming when she places her feet onto the table, making sure I see every damn thing.

  Unable to ignore what she’s showing me, I slide my finger through her nether lips and circle around her opening. Her hips arch trying to take my finger inside her.

  “No.”

  I pull her to the edge of the table and making sure my balls are wedged against her, I lean over fastening her wrists with the tie above her head.

  “Keep them there.”

  “Yes sir,” she cheekily replies, her legs going around my hips with her feet trying to push me inside her.

  My control is about to snap as my cock lengthens.

  “Mmm, I felt that,” she whispers.

  Burying my face in her neck, I start trailing kisses along her collarbone before cupping her breasts in my hands, licking each of her nipples in turn.

  Moving further down, I dip my tongue into her naval before reaching between us and taking hold of my cock. Throbbing in my hand, I guide myself into her and as I meet her eyes, I thrust all the way inside.

  Holding still, I grab her hips and really look at her. The woman attached to me, in the most basic way, is everything to me. I just need to
find the words to tell her, but I can show her…just not like this.

  Leaning over her again, I take her lips in a light kiss as I untie her wrists. “I want your hands free.”

  I caress down from her wrists, under her arms to her waist and feel her clench down on my dick nearly sending me into oblivion.

  Glaring at her, I caress back up to her hands and entwine my fingers with hers as I do a few shallow thrusts. Her whole body vibrates beneath me as she gets closer and closer to her release.

  And whoever said it was hot as hell to fuck your girl on a table was insane because it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable and I can’t get a proper rhythm going.

  Standing tall, I grip her hips and slowly withdraw before slowly sliding back inside. My balls are so heavy that I’m afraid I’m going to come before she does, which won’t do. Every time I withdraw, and every time I’m filling her, she lets out a little whimper, driving me insane.

  “Lucien,” she pants, “fuck me hard and fast.”

  I pause wondering if I’m hearing her right.

  “Please…”

  Okay, I needed telling twice, but I don’t lose another minute. Tightening the grip I already have on her hips, I start to piston in and out of her. My movements are uncontrollable as I feel my orgasm rising to meet hers. She’s clamping and releasing around my dick as though she’s getting ready to detonate. Her breasts are jiggling, but not for long. Sabrina arches up from the table and starts to rub her nipples.

  One of my hands slips between us, and as I pinch her clit she gasps and groans as her orgasm rips through her, clenching like a tightening fist around me, pulling and releasing as both our climaxes over takes us.

  Finally slowing down, I drop face first against her stomach. Within seconds, I feel her stomach quiver.

  No way, was that the baby? Was it?

  Somehow I don’t feel it’s appropriate that I’m still buried deep inside my child’s mother while she’s wiggling around in there. So pulling my spent dick out of her, I lay my hands on her stomach and feel a light movement.

  “Wow. How does it feel when she moves inside you?”

  She smiles and covers my hand on her stomach. “She might be a he and it feels amazing.”