Lethal Seduction: A CIA Romantic Suspense (CIA Agents Book 1)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “We don’t serve large.” She emphasized the last word as though it were bitter.

  I smoothed out a rumpled piece of paper that was slightly damp from the perspiration that had plagued my hands since I’d walked through the revolving door of the firm. James had sent me on a coffee run for a meeting that had no start or end time with an uncertain number of participants but was highly important. The entire walk over I practiced pronunciations and reviewed the massive order over and over while waiting in the snail paced line.

  “That’s what he said.” I had specifically wrote down the word large.

  “Do you want the Grande or the Venti?” she relayed through twisted lips.

  “Which is the largest?” I inquired. A knot of frustration crept up in the back of my throat as I took in a deep breath. My job depended on that stupid order, and I knew nothing about the high priced coffee franchise. College life for me, both undergraduate and graduate, had not included the luxury of over-priced coffee, but it seemed that the men and women of the law firm indulged.

  The woman wiggled her lip ring around as she rolled heavy black lined eyes in my direction.

  “Just hand me the paper.” she huffed.

  Twenty minutes later, I scooted through the glass revolving door, fished out my key card from my dangling purse, and balanced my way to the bank of elevators where a group of official looking people looked and smelled important.

  “That’s a point that we should bring up, Dylan.” An older gentleman said in voice that rolled like thunder.

  My face nearly dropped to the ground along with the three carriers full of the coffee I was juggling. I had to get the coffees to the floor before my boss.

  I strode to the stairwell and kicked off my shoes. I would come back for them later. Screw what I looked like right now, I needed this job.

  I moved with haste up the thick concrete stairs, thankful for my frequent participation in step aerobics. When I burst from the stairwell entrance all red faced and with slightly untidy hair, heads turned.

  In six steps, I make it to the elevators where James was already waiting, probably ready to tell on me if I hadn’t arrived.

  The elevator made a dinging noise before the doors opened.

  “Made it.” I huffed in rhythm with my thumping heart.

  James found Dylan’s coffee from the group of carriers and held it out for my new boss, as the rest of the group flocked to the conference room as though James and I were invisible.

  Mr. Hanson’s disapproving radiant blue eyes raked over me and my shoeless, disheveled appearance. I wanted to cry. I had to dazzle this man somehow. I had studied his cases in class, researched statistics, and memorized the history of the firm’s massive rise to greatness under his father’s guidance. I had worked too hard to get this position to lose it over coffee.

  I made my face as pleasant as possible with a wide smile.

  The handsome Mr. Hanson only grunted in my direction, and then turned with his coffee in hand to meet up with the others.

  I could only sigh.

  After successfully retrieving my shoes from the floor of the stairwell, I dredged up the courage to find my long legged host, James. He had looked as pleased with me as Mr. Hanson. The pictures of Dylan Hanson online and in magazines did not do him justice. He was definitely a man best experienced in 4D. Sight, Sound, Touch, and Smell. The musky sweet smell of him still lingered with me even now.

  “James.” I whispered to the intently focused man. His cubicle was small and bare. No pictures, quotes, plants or sports memorabilia. All of the cubicles were that way, I noticed.

  He jumped in his seat and turned to face me with an annoyed look. He returned his gaze to the computer’s screen quickly.

  “What are we researching?” I questioned, careful not to ask “what do I do now?”

  “That’s none of your concern.” he replied in a near monotone voice. “If the meeting lasts another 20 minutes, you should be concerned with making your way to the Chai Thyme Station for coffee refills. Both Hansons like fresh coffee every hour during a meeting.”

  I sighed, hoping that fate would be kind and that the suited group of men and women would trickle out of the room in 19 minutes or less.

  “Can’t I just buy it in a gallon size, keep it in the break room, and warm it up as needed?”

  The collective eyes of the members seated in the bull pen cubicles turned against me. I felt their hot gazes on my skin and started to panic.

  I ended up making three runs to Chai Thyme, sneaking looks at what the group of assistants that stayed were diligently working on.

  I saw words like “medical side effects”, “counter reaction products”, and “pharmaceuticals”. Every time I got a little closer to figuring out what the hell I was hired to do, it was nearly time for another stupid coffee run.

  The meeting eventually ended, and the grouped dispersed with quick steps and murmured conversations.

  The rest of the day was spent researching court cases against pharmaceutical companies, resolving not to piss off anyone else. The day had been an epic fail. Even after I had adjusted my clothing and fixed my hair following all of those cardio sprints for coffee, I hadn’t been able to do anything but my intern duties. I needed to get the attention of Dylan Hanson in a positive way and fast. I’d heard some whispers in the break room that some new hires don’t even make it a week. James had been the longest surviving assistant with a whopping record of six months.

  Just as I was packing up to leave, James walked over to me. His face was neutral as usual, but his tone was sympathetic.

  “Mr. Hanson would like to see you in his office before you leave.” he informed me. Averting his gaze, James moved away from me with the rest of the group in complete silence.

  I didn’t know why Mr. Hanson wanted to see me, but I was sure that it couldn’t be because he was amazed with my legal mind.

  I sighed, and slipped the dancing daisy I had decorated my desk with, back into my purse.

  Chapter 2

  Dylan

  There are two things that I love more than anything in this world: money and mouths. Specifically, the mouth of a woman sucking my cock while I made money. Coffee from Chai Thyme lands in a distant fourth place after the act of shoving myself into a warm pulsing pussy. But since I never do anything half-assed, and since making love to a woman requires patience and time, I’ve put that part of my life on pause for the moment.

  Most days I have little patience and time scurries away from me like the novice lawyers that dare to cross me in the court room. Reading a law brief while being throat deep in an eager mouth is my definition of pure ecstasy. My dick jumped at the thought, but took a freefall at the sight of my sometimes girlfriend, Sophia Saxton, socialite extraordinaire, walking through my office door.

  “How many times do I have to tell you to knock?” I snap at the pouty face and large breasts moving in my direction.

  “I just had to see you.” the buxom brunette whined, planting herself in my lap.

  “What do you need?” I questioned the woman who was moving and mewing against me like a cat.

  “Just you Pookie Pie.” she purred, snuggling her face against my neck.

  I scratched my forehead in irritation before swiping a hand in a dismissive gesture.

  “You know that I hate to be interrupted.”

  She widened her eyes and trailed her finger across my cheek to my lips.

  “You can’t make time for me?” she whined.

  I shook my head and reached across her for the papers on my desk. I had been working on this case nonstop for days and despite having a full staff, the facts still weren’t coming together.

  “It won’t take that long.” she promised, pushing the papers to the desk with force. Her long, pink-painted nails clicked against my glass-topped desk as her splayed hand covered all of the important words.

  I sighed. She was determined today.

  “I’ll make it worth your while.” she said and pu
shed her thin lips together suggestively. She knew what I liked and used it as her “break in case of emergency” tool when I wouldn’t respond to her.

  “Will it really happen this time?” I questioned. Sophie often teased about performing the act but she either didn’t follow through, or she only gave a half-hearted attempt whenever she did. The thought didn’t even arouse me anymore.

  “It will be better than ever.” she promised.

  The fact that Sophia didn’t take rejection well was definitely the reason that she had become my girlfriend. Other women became discouraged by my abrasiveness and shied away or gave up after so many failed attempts to distract me from my cases. Sophia had nothing else to do in life but bed a billionaire and secure her own future and fortune.

  “I need you to make an appearance with me.” she requested.

  “You know that this case is taking up—” She kissed away the remaining words and slid her hand across my crotch.

  Nothing. I didn’t feel anything. No jump, no jerk, no throb, nothing happened when she touched me.

  Sophia’s face twisted into a frown. She was stunned by my body’s lack of reaction to her. In the past, this had never been a problem, but in the past, she had never been the only one responsible for getting me off. Taking her to events and fucking her on occasion had pretty much been the extent of our relationship.

  “Mr. Hanson?” A sheepish voice called from the door. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I’ll come back.”

  I looked over to see the new blonde girl trip and fall over her rushing feet as she scrambled for the door.

  “Does anyone knock anymore?” I growled as I pushed Sophia off of me. “Wait new girl. You’re already here now.”

  Her face blushed.

  When I stood over the new girl, who was having a hard time maneuvering her shoes back onto her feet and rising from the floor, my dick sprang to life.

  “Sorry Mr. Hanson.” she repeated.

  The new girl pushed herself onto her knees in front of me and her gray green eyes dazzled like jewels. Her pillowy lips looked lush, juicy even, like sucking them would provide a sweet nectar.

  “I’m sorry.” she choked out, eye to eye with my cock.

  She was fucking sexy as hell and my blood rushed at the thought of what those perfect heart shaped lips could do to me while she was in that position. I could tell that there was a hellcat lurking behind that seemingly sweet demeanor.

  “Don’t let it happen again.” I grunted, more aroused than angry.

  Incompetence had never been endearing, but this clumsy unsure associate intrigued me. She was a little thicker than the women I had dated in the past. Whereas Sophia was mostly lines and angles with a rocking pair of expensive breast enhancements, New Girl was full, soft, and curvy.

  “Sorry.” she mumbled and stood with her head tilted toward the ground. Her neat, bun swept hair had loosened and unraveled. This made her look like a naughty school teacher, and dammit I wanted detention with her body.

  “You should be sorry.” Sophia quipped and stepped next to me. “If you send her away now, you can still get your present.” she whispered in my ear and suckled my earlobe. She had wanted to entice me, but her small, whiny voice only served to deflate the rush that New Girl had encouraged.

  “Do you want me to leave?” New Girl asked, fidgeting with the bottom of her fitted jacket.

  “Yes. Yes, you should leave now.” Sophia answered for me quicker than I had ever seen her respond to anything.

  “Sure.” New Girl made a move to leave, her arms folded despondently across her full chest and her head hung low. “Sorry, again.”

  It had been nice to see New Girl enter a room, but it was even better to watch her walk away. She had a nice rounded ass that looked tasty. Mouths had always been my vice, but seeing her ass made me want to reconsider.

  “New Girl, you stay. I’ll speak with you later, Sophie.” I commanded. Sophia had wanted too much.

  The gasp of shock that escaped Sophia’s mouth could have been audible throughout the building, but she quickly fixed her surprised expression to one of nonchalance.

  “I have a few things to tend to anyway Pookie Pie.” she said with a shimmy, as though she were shaking off my snub. “I’ll see you tonight.” Sophia added, palming my dick for good measure.

  "If I have time.” I nodded toward the door, unmoved by her performance. “My work comes first.”

  Sophia exited in a huff. New Girl looked like she wanted to disappear into the wall.

  A smile itched at the corners of my mouth. It was amusing to see her squirm, to see her discomfort.

  “What did you need to meet with me about?” she twisted her leg inward, standing as though she were a child.

  Even this turned me on. New Girl had switched from naughty teacher to naughty college student that needed to earn a good grade.

  “What is your name?” When I moved closer to her, she stepped back.

  I had originally planned to fire the girl, who had been a shoeless, ragged mess this morning at the elevator. She had been a sweaty, disheveled mess with a clearly phony smile. But now, in my office, things had changed, and I wanted to keep her around. Not for the brain in her head, but for the head of my dick. Every time she moved those fuckable lips of hers, I wanted to push her to her knees and push my cock between them.

  “My name is Yvette.” she finally said something with confidence. Her back straightened as she provided her full name. “Yvette Freeman.”

  I moved closer to her again, and she again stepped back, closer to the wall.

  “Did you get my coffee this morning, Yvette?”

  “Yes. I did. This morning and the rest of the day.” she added. “I wrote down exactly what James told me.”

  She stepped back as I stepped forward and hit the wall with a soft thud.

  “You wrote it down with those hands, huh?” I questioned playfully.

  “Yes.” she replied and I noticed a slight tremble move through her arm to her fingers.

  I took her trembling hand by the wrist and placed it against my cock.

  “Funny. Your hand doesn’t seem broken.” It was warm and soft, declawed. “You didn’t get my order right once the entire day. Is that your hand’s fault?”

  I couldn’t comprehend the words that sputtered from her mouth, so I kissed it. I took those juicy lips between mine and licked them. Electric fire shot through me, as Yvette squirmed in an attempt to break the kiss. With my body pressed against hers tightly, the wiggling movements served to my enjoyment.

  Finally, she turned her head to the side with such vehemence that her lips broke free from mine.

  “Mr. Hanson!” she yelped. “This is not appropriate.”

  Hungrily I stole her mouth again and released the hand that had become smaller against my growing manhood. Every fucking word she spoke turned me on. I shoved my hand down the back of her skirt, popping the button and splitting the zipper. With an unexpected need, I brought her body forward against my pelvis.

  Her lips moved against mine in small protests, but eventually spread open to my thrusting tongue. Tasting Yvette was a decadence similar to that of a truffle. She was sweeter than I thought. Her moans vibrated against my lips as I delved farther into her perfect mouth.

  I pushed the tight skirt up around her waist with one hand still palming her globe-like ass. Her hardened nipples tickled against me.

  “Mr. Hanson.” she said breathily as she pushed her hands against my chest in an attempt to put distance between us. “You shouldn’t … we can’t … I mean; I came here to work.” she finally forced defiantly. I could tell though from the way that she had given into me and the glazed look in her eye that she wanted more.

  “You’ll definitely cum here, and I promise you it won’t take much work.” I winked ready to taste her again.

  “Mr. Hanson.” she replied. “I want to continue to work with this firm, but this can never happen again.”

  Her comment made me laugh.


  “Why? Because you don’t want me?” I taunted. I knew by the way her body responded to mine that she did.

  I slid my hand down the front of her silk and lace burgundy panties and pressed past her soft curls to her slick center.

  The breathy pant that floated from her lips explained it all.

  I crooked my finger against her pebbled pleasure bud. The look of satisfaction on her face at my touch nearly made me explode.

  “You don’t like it?” I inquire.

  “It’s not that.” she nearly whispered as her head slid back. “You’re my boss.” Each word pulsed out with the movement of my circling fingers.

  “I’m still your boss, even if I don’t touch you. Just think of this as your new assignment: keep the boss happy.”

  I burrowed my tongue into her mouth. Yvette kissed back with fervor this time. Her long arms wrapped around my neck and her body moved against my nestled hand without reluctance.

  “This feels so good.” The well of her clenched in response and my goal became to see bliss explode across her sweet face.

  “That’s right Yvette.” I coax, but my words drew her back from whatever dream world she had escaped to.

  Her once closed eyes widened in horror when she looked down at her open legs perched against my hand.

  “This can’t happen.” she nearly cried and hopped away from me.

  I didn’t move after her. I had proven my point: she wanted me.

  “But it should. And I want you wet like this every time that you see me. At least that way I know I’ll have something good to drink.”

  I licked the taste of her from my fingers.

  Her whimper initiated an unfamiliar chuckle from my gut. Yvette looked as though she could release more of her tasty liquid where she stood.

  “You’ll have to get a better poker face than that if you want to make it in this business.” I jested.

  Yvette hurriedly exited my office.