The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  “Yeah,” I respond easily because I can’t deny him that.

  Sighing, my best friend rises and nods. “Fine. I’ll go. You get yourself all dolled-up for the pretty Italian,” Dom taunts, and I’m ready to knock him the fuck out. It won’t be the first time we’ve come to blows about something. But, as many times as we’ve fought, we’ve always remained friends.

  “Don’t be an asshole, Dominic,” I retort with a smirk.

  “I’m not trying, that comes naturally. I’ll head out and find some pretty girl to entertain me tonight. Don’t get too caught up in this woman. She’s a client,” he warns, his eyes sparking with amusement.

  “Go get your dick sucked or something, Hale.” With a loud guffaw, he stalks out of my office, leaving me to my thoughts of what I’m going to be doing with the delicious little Elisabet.

  Grabbing my keys, wallet, and phone, I head out of my office, shutting the door behind me. As soon as I’m in the elevator, I push the button for the parking garage. Without thinking, I tap the call button on the phone, and after three rings, her soft voice comes across the line.

  “Hello?”

  “Ms. Rossi, I’ll be at your place to pick you up for our dinner in twenty minutes. I trust you’ll be ready?” Her silence makes me smile. I love to challenge a woman, make her think, heat her blood, and make her body quake. It’s not how big your bank balance is, or how hard you can fuck her. It’s how you make her quiver with a whispered word, or a small gesture.

  “Mr. Stone—”

  “I take that as a yes. See you soon.” I don’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I hang up as the elevator doors slide open, depositing me on the ground level. Once in the driver’s seat, I settle back, start the engine, and turn on the radio.

  My body is tight with tension, sexual tension, and I am definitely planning on releasing it on the statuesque woman this evening. Dinner, a bottle of champagne, and my fingers trailing over her tanned, silky skin.

  A perfect night.

  Chapter Seven

  Elisabet

  When the knock comes, my heart leaps into my throat. This isn’t a date, I remind myself, but my body doesn’t agree. I take a deep breath before opening the door. Once it swings wide, my gaze drinks in the man before me. Landon Stone is the epitome of sex. He’s raw, primal, and he’s standing on my doorstep.

  “Ms. Rossi,” he says in that rich baritone that seems to caress my skin as much as it savors my name. “You look lovely.” Those eyes, the color a blend of blues and greens, trail over me. Slow and methodical. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Fire blazes in them, and I know my choice of dress was a good one.

  The black and silver of the knee-length sleeveless dress hugs my curves. I’m by no means skinny. I’ve always been self-conscious about my appearance, but the way Landon’s gaze pierces me, I don’t just feel beautiful, I feel like a rare gem. Exquisite and striking.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Stone.” I smile, offering him an olive branch. He didn’t need to take me to dinner. This could’ve been done in his office, but I decide right then and there I’ll enjoy tonight.

  His suit jacket is black, with a silver tie against the charcoal shirt. His slacks match the jacket, and they hug his muscular thighs like they’ve been custom made just for him. When my eyes reach his face, I notice the satisfied smirk on his lips. Caught out staring at the man who I’m meant to be doing business with.

  “Since you’re ogling is complete, shall we go?” He gestures with his head. The dark tousled hair on his head makes my fingers tingle. I want to run my hands through the dark curls.

  “I don’t ogle, Mr. Stone,” I retort, stepping out of my hotel suite and into the hallway. Once I’ve ensured the door is locked, we head out toward the staircase, which will lead us down to the exit. His body is close to mine. So close, in fact, I can smell his spicy cologne wafting toward me. It’s a scent I’d love to bathe in, to smell on my clothes after he’s pinned me against the wall.

  Shaking my head, I allow him to open the door for me. Once the fresh air hits me, I find my body cooling, only until his fingers find the small of my back. He guides me with the slightest of touches toward his car.

  “Tonight, I trust you’ll enjoy the dinner for what it is,” he murmurs in my ear. His lips feathering along my hair, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.

  “And what is that, Mr. Stone?” I ask, fearing his answer, but also needing it. Hungry to be wanted by a man again, I turn to him, waiting for more.

  “Time to get to know each other,” he says simply, but there’s desire dancing in his eyes, and I know this is so much more than a damn business dinner.

  “Why is it that you need to get to know me? All I’m doing is buying property from you. After that, there’ll be nothing more between us.”

  “Oh, I beg to differ, Ms. Rossi,” he says, casting a quick glance my way. “Or can I call you, Elisabet?” He coos my name in his thick English accent, which only accentuates his full lips as he pronounces it. The way he says it sends a warm shiver over me.

  “You’re welcome to call me by my first name, but since this is a business dinner . . .” I respond, allowing the words to trail to nothing. His eyes shimmer in the dimly lit car. Amusement. Mischief. And desire.

  “Since this is a get-to-know-you dinner . . .” he counters, allowing his explanation to fall between us. It hangs heavy with innuendo, and I find myself wanting to play along. I want to flirt with him. I must give him that. He’s good.

  I shrug, glancing at him swiftly. “Only if I can call you Landon,” I quip playfully. His easy nature has calmed my nerves, and I relax back into the seat.

  “Darling, you can call me anything you like,” he smirks. “As long as you enjoy your evening, and I’ll ensure you have that building in your possession within the week.”

  “What do you get out of it? I mean, besides the money,” I question. His mouth curls into a sinful grin as he pulls into a parking lot. Once he kills the engine, he turns to me fully.

  “I get you.” It’s a simple statement. Three words. But they do something to me. They make my stomach flutter with excitement and my nipples harden with desire. The need to feel his lips on my skin heats my blood, and my panties are dampening by the minute.

  “That’s only if I give in. And I’m not easily swayed, Landon Stone.” My retort earns me a chuckle. His eyes dance with mischief.

  “I can be very persuasive.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

  He exits the car easily, rounding the hood, opens my door, and offers his hand. As soon as I slip mine in his, a current of electricity shoots through me, causing me to gasp. Our eyes meet in a moment of knowing. This is obvious. There is something between us that seems to magnetize me to him.

  Everything about him is perfect. I know that nobody can be, but with Landon, I may just believe the unbelievable. His suave walk, the way he moves, how his fingertips trail down my spine, all those minor things seem to gather, making him irresistible.

  “Do you know you do that?” I ask as we head into the restaurant.

  “Not at all,” he responds easily, confidently, and cockily. He nods at the maître d’ as we step inside, and immediately the man is moving through the busy restaurant, leading us to a quiet booth in the back corner.

  “The waiter will be with you in a moment.” It’s not long we have to sit in silence before a pretty blonde waitress sidles up to the table to take our orders. Her blush when Landon looks at her is clear. He’s a heartbreaker. When we’re alone again, his gaze falls to me.

  “Why do you want this building so much?” he asks, genuinely curious.

  “It’s a new start. Something I need.” His gaze narrows, as if he can pull the truth from me, but I know he can’t. There’s no way I’m divulging any more information than is needed. When he nods, he sits back and watches the people passing by, the staff going about their business.

  “You know, Elisabet, life affords us many second chances. I
’ve had mine. It’s what you do with it that counts. I trust, once you’ve gotten the property, you’ll ensure that it is looked after.” He says all this without looking at me.

  “Of course,” I acknowledge him. The blonde brings our wine and dinner in that moment, and our conversation is lost for a time. Once our glasses are filled, Landon lifts his, gesturing for me to follow suit.

  Our eyes meet and hold before he says, “To us.” Two words that seem to echo in my mind, scattering themselves around in my chest, and I nod. We clink our glasses, but I don’t respond to his toast. I can’t. There can’t be an us. As much as Landon Stone makes me want that, as much as I enjoy his company, the word us is off the table.

  Chapter Eight

  Landon

  I watch Elisabet tuck into the salmon salad she’s ordered. She doesn’t concern herself with anyone else in the room, even me. Her soft moan that resonates in her throat has me aching to release the tension in my slacks. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening and landing on me.

  “What?” she asks shyly. There’s something so alluring about how at times she’s feisty, but right now, there’s an innocence to her, and I wonder if she’s ever had a real man show her how beautiful she is.

  “Nothing. I like seeing you enjoy the meal,” I respond, digging into the rump steak that’s cooked perfectly. Medium rare.

  “It’s delicious. Thank you.” With a smile, she continues devouring her meal, leaving me to scoff down mine. The evening continues with light conversation. I don’t ask her any personal questions. This isn’t meant to be a date, but when the bill arrives, I realize I want nothing more than for it to be exactly that.

  “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” I ask as I guide her to the exit. My hand on the base of her spine, tingling to move lower. To touch her.

  “I thought this was a business dinner?” she asks as we reach the car. I don’t open the door immediately, instead caging her in against the vehicle.

  “This can be anything you want, and somehow, I think you want nothing more than for this to be a date. And I’ve been aching to see how you enjoy me unraveling the tension in your body one finger at a time,” I inform her, my voice raw with desire. “And then my tongue and cock right after.” She places her hands on my chest, not pushing me away, merely resting them on my pecs.

  “As I said, this is business. I’m not looking for a relationship,” she responds. Her voice lowering as she leans up, and my mouth quirks, ready for a kiss, but she bypasses my mouth and brushes her lips over my stubbled cheek. “And let me tell you one thing, Mr. Stone. I don’t intend to have your fingers, tongue, or your cock anywhere near me.” My cock twitches, needing to show her exactly how she’s affected me with just a slight movement.

  “Oh, darling, you’ll be begging me for so much more,” I counter, unlocking the door and helping her slip into the seat. Once I join her by seating myself on the driver’s side, she asks me something that causes me to chuckle

  “What makes you think that?”

  “Because I’m a man who knows exactly what women want,” I respond as we make our way back to my apartment. She’s quiet for a few moments before sighing and sitting back. She’s feisty. It only makes me harder for her, to show her what pleasure I can bestow on her body. I’ve always loved women with a fiery demeanor, and Elisabet Rossi is all that and more.

  In no time, I’m pulling into the underground parking lot. All I can think of are her lips on mine, wrapped around my cock. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman beneath me that wasn’t some paid for whore. Far too long.

  The elevator is waiting when we reach it, and I allow her to enter first. Pushing the button for the top floor where the penthouse is located, I watch the doors slide shut.

  “You live in the penthouse? You know, that’s the epitome of a playboy bachelor. Which means you’re a heartbreaker?” she says confidently.

  I turn my face to hers, stalking closer to her until her back hits the steel wall. I cage her in, needing to inhale her scent. Her perfume reminding me of jasmine and vanilla. Sweet, delicate, yet there’s that white-hot confidence that makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

  “Who said I was a heartbreaker?” My accent thick, heavy with desire and hunger for this woman. I know how to murmur in such a way that makes a woman tremble with need. Allowing my voice to caress her, to taunt and tempt her.

  “It’s written all over you, Landon Stone.” Her eyes on mine, peeking up at me from under thick lashes. Her response causes me to chuckle, but I don’t reply. The doors slide open, and I move away from her. We both step into the hallway. My eyes are pinned on her. “What?” she asks.

  “I’d like to prove you wrong, Ms. Rossi.” I can’t believe I’m working so hard for a woman, but somehow, I know she’ll be worth it.

  “Oh? And how exactly are you going to do that?” she quips as she follows me into the kitchen. My apartment is massive, too big for one person, but I’ve always needed space. In my mind, small places make me claustrophobic.

  “I plan, Ms. Rossi,” I say, pouring her a large glass of Merlot, handing it to her before continuing, “to seat you on my sofa, ensure you’re comfortable, before showing you how a woman should be treated.” Once my glass is filled, I offer her my hand, which she accepts, and I lead her into the vast space where the windows and patio door overlook the city. The sky is dark, shimmering with twinkling stars.

  Elisabet perches herself on the sofa. Her gaze on me. I feel it right down to my core.

  “Sit back,” I tell her, while I toe-off my shoes. My fingers work the buttons of my shirt, and once I pull it from the waistband of my slacks, I leave it hanging open. “I want that fire you exude, Darling,” I tell her. Her mouth lifts for a moment then she pushes off the sofa, placing her glass on the table and steps over to me.

  “I told you, Landon—” I don’t wait for her to finish her admonishment. Instead, I cup her face in my hands and crash my lips down on hers. Her hands find purchase on my shoulders as she pulls me closer. My tongue sweeps along her lips, requesting access, which she easily offers up. She may be a little feisty kitten, but when I delve into her warm, wet mouth, she whimpers, and I swallow her sounds. Hungry for every moan.

  My hands trail down her arms, gripping her hips, as I tug her dress up until it’s bunched around her middle.

  “Landon,” she murmurs against my lips. “This is—”

  “This is exactly where we need to be. Let go, just for one night,” I implore her. I can do one-night stands. They’re easy. But this . . . this is something else entirely. I make quick work of her dress, leaving her standing in my living room dressed in a pair of black silk panties and a matching bra that holds her beautiful tits. Her legs are curvy, tanned, and I’m dying to have them wrapped around me. “You’re fucking exquisite, Elisabet,” I tell her hungrily. A starving man who’s about to feast.

  Chapter Nine

  Elisabet

  Shyness overtakes my fiery nature. I feel the heat on my cheeks, which makes him smile. He offers his hand, which I accept. Then, with his wine glass in hand, he leads me out onto the patio. At first, I’m wary, but I notice there’s no one for miles. We’re up high, and nobody can see us.

  “Sit,” he says, pointing at the table. I move toward it and settle myself on the top, watching him. “I’m going to have my dessert now. Are you going to obey me? Or do I have to tie you down?” he questions with a smirk.

  “Don’t be an asshole,” I retort, and his shoulders shake as he laughs.

  “Open your legs, Darling, I want to see you.” I find myself unable to deny him. His chest peeks at me, the chiseled muscles tighten as he moves closer. I lean back, opening my legs, and I swear to god his eyes seem to glow with desire. Just for tonight.

  He kneels before me. A parishioner worshiping at an altar. His fingers tug the panties to the side, opening me to his gaze.

  “Fuck,” he growls before lifting his glass, trickling the liqu
id over my bare sex. I can’t stop the mewl that falls from my lips. The wine does nothing to cool my heat. But when his mouth lands on my pussy, I moan so loudly I’m sure the whole city heard me.

  My hips buck against his face as his tongue dips into my core, licking at me like I’m his sustenance. He devours me. His hands grip my thighs, holding them wide while his mouth taunts me, teases me.

  My body is trembling when he slides a finger into me, and his lips suck my clit into his mouth, causing me to chant his name. Words leave me then, and all that echoes in my ears are moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure.

  It’s been so long since a man has touched me that I feel myself crest in moments. His mouth doesn’t relent. A second finger stretches me as he continues to lick, suck, and bite down on my oversensitive clit causing me to cry out as my release hits me hard.

  My thighs clamp closed around his head, and all I see from my view is his curly dark hair and those teal eyes swimming with satisfaction. I’m still shaking when Landon rises, his lips glistening with my arousal.

  “You’re utterly delectable, Darling,” he says. The corner of his mouth tips up. He lifts me off the table, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. “But, I’m about to take you to my bedroom, where I’m going to fuck you.” There’s no question in his tone, but I can’t say no. I’m too far gone, so I nod.

  When we enter the bedroom, my eyes dart around. “You’re very tidy,” I say, causing him to chuckle. “What?”

  “I don’t spend much time here.”

  “Only when you’re fucking random women?” My question comes out harsher than I expect. I can’t be jealous. This is one night.

  He doesn’t respond to my taunt. Instead he sets me on the plush mattress and steps back to undress. It’s like watching the most intimate strip show. He moves slowly, with precision. With every inch of his skin coming into view, I find myself needy.

  “I’m sorry,” I say then, realizing that my snarky mouth perhaps might not be what he wants right now. It’s not what I want. All I can think of is him inside me. I scoot back on the bed, my knees hitting the edge of the mattress.