Ruthless Temptation

by Ravenna Tate

  He moved her hand off him abruptly. “That’s enough—I don’t want to come on your hand.”

  She grinned. “It was that good?”

  He cupped her face. “Yes. You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

  All she could do was stare into his eyes. When he kissed her, she moaned deep in her throat as delicious shivers raced up and down her spine. His mouth claimed hers, and she was helpless to do anything except wrap her arms around his torso.

  He moved so their bodies fit together, and Madison moaned again as his tongue teased her lips. She parted them to let it inside, then rubbed her breasts against his chest. His soft moans joined hers, and he held her face in both hands as his mouth assaulted hers.

  She moved her hands down his back to his ass, and that earned her more moans from him and a deepening of the kiss. She’d never been kissed like this. Not even close. This was the stuff fantasies were made of, but this was no fairytale. This was real, and she never wanted it to end.

  When he released her mouth, he planted tiny bites along her neck on each side, and Madison was sure she’d go out of her mind with need.

  “You’re an incredible kisser,” he said.

  “Me? You are.”

  “Mmmm … then we both are.” He smashed his lips against hers again, then eased their bodies down until she was lying on top of him. She parted her lips once more, then moaned loudly into his open mouth as he thrust his hips upward.

  Being skin-to-skin with him was more arousing than she’d ever anticipated. Not only was her pussy soaked, but her clit throbbed. She rocked her groin against his, matching his rhythm, and his moans became louder as well.

  He released her mouth and wrapped his arms around her, then rolled them over so he was on top of her. He cupped her face again. “Are you all right? Is this too much for you?”

  She was beyond touched that he would care. “No. I’m fine. It’s perfect.”

  He gave her such a tender look that tears sprang to her eyes. When he kissed her neck again, she arched up to push closer to his body and let out a long, low sigh as his tongue moved from her neck to between her breasts.

  “I want you to tell me if anything frightens you, or makes you uncomfortable, or if you simply need a break. Promise?”

  “I promise.” She wanted to tell him that if he didn’t fuck her soon she was going to lose her mind.

  He sat up and straddled her. His dick lay against her lower abdomen, swollen and red. She couldn’t stop staring at it as he took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them. When he bent his head and licked her nipples, one then the other, she closed her eyes and moaned again, overcome with too many sensations to process.

  She’d never felt anything so delicious and decadent at the same time. He planted tiny bites on them, and she shivered, wanting more. When he moved his tongue down her abdomen she opened her eyes and caught his gaze.

  “You taste incredible. Are you enjoying this?”

  “Yes. Please don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. Not until you tell me to.”

  “I won’t tell you to.”

  He spread her legs, slowly, holding her gaze the entire time, then teased the insides of her thighs with his fingers. “Has anyone ever made you come with their mouth?”

  She let out a small sound, then shook her head. “Are you kidding? No.”

  He brushed two fingers over her wetness. “You’re more than ready for me.”

  “Yes.”

  When he spread her labia, Madison moaned loudly. “What a pretty pussy you have.” She had no idea what to say, so she simply watched him, ready to explode. “Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks.” He bent his head and licked her, from the edge of her asshole to her clit. Madison let out a long, loud sigh. This was nothing like she’d imagined. It was so damn incredible she didn’t have words.

  “Yes. You sure do.” He slid a finger inside her, watching her face carefully. It burned for a second or two, but then the most luscious sensation spread throughout her body as he moved it, in and out, slowly.

  “How is that?”

  “Perfect.”

  He bent his head again and licked her clit, moving his finger faster now. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips into his face, clutching at his hair, her own arms, anything she could reach. The faster he fucked her with his finger, the harder he sucked and licked her clit, and Madison knew without a doubt she was going to come.

  When he pulled his finger out, she opened her eyes and was about to protest, but then he grinned and slipped two inside. “Just stretching you a bit, sweetheart. Lie back and relax.”

  That felt even better, and when he resumed sucking and licking her again as well, she cried out as the contractions started. The orgasm was intense, and it went on for long moments as he continued using his fingers and his mouth on her. He didn’t stop until her contractions did, and Madison could do nothing but lie there, giggling.

  She felt like she was floating. That had really happened! This gorgeous, charming man had eaten her out and she had come, hard.

  He grinned down at her. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you enjoyed that so much.”

  “I hope you did, too.”

  He licked his lips. “Ah, yes. I did.” He stroked his cock, and she made soft noises in the back of her throat as she watched. It was fascinating to see it respond like that in his hand. “If I don’t get inside you, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

  “Yes. Okay. Please. I want that, too.”

  “Thank God.” He released his cock and reached over to the night stand. She watched him take a condom out of a box and put it on, amazed that tiny piece of material stretched to fit so well, and then he picked up a tube. “Lube. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still very tight.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  He brushed a hand over her face tenderly. “Madison, I want this to be as fun for you as it is for me.”

  She smiled, watched him pour some of the gel onto his fingers, then gasped as he slipped them back into her pussy. The gel was warm, and she writhed against his touch. He removed them and positioned himself between her legs. “I think you’re ready now.”

  This was it! She tensed, then realized that would make it more likely to hurt, so she forced her muscles to relax and watched him move his dick toward her pussy.

  He teased the opening for a moment, which only served to make her want him more, and then finally he slid his cock inside, slowly, a little at a time, until she was practically screaming from need and beads of sweat dotted her hairline.

  When it was finally inside, he placed one hand on her left breast and the other over her clit, and then he began to move. It didn’t burn, but it was uncomfortable at first. He watched her carefully for a few seconds, then leaned over and kissed her, tongue and all.

  That was all it took. She relaxed completely and felt him slide all the way in. He sat up and groaned loudly, massaging her breast as he thrust in and out. He teased her clit with his other hand and she grasped his arms, her breath coming in quick gasps as she realized she was about to come again.

  “You can do it,” he coaxed, his voice soft and sexy.

  “Oh … oh my God! I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.”

  “You feel incredible, sweetheart.”

  “Oh… Oh, shit! Oh, my God…”

  The orgasm washed over her, slowly this time, going on and on as he continued thrusting. He picked up speed, and tiny droplets of sweat splashed her body as he pumped in and out. “Madison, oh fuck you’re tight!”

  He moved his hand from her clit to her right breast, and squeezed both breasts as he thrust deeper now, pumping into her hard and rough. She couldn’t get enough of it. This was the most exquisite, amazing thing in the entire fucking world, and she would do it every single day, in every room of this house, and in every position possible if that’s what he wanted.

  When he came, he cried out loudly, and then lay across her and k
issed her, deep and tenderly. He released her mouth and his dick slid out, but he still held her close and stroked her hair. “Oh, sweetheart. That was magnificent. Please tell me you enjoyed it.”

  “I want to do it again.”

  He laughed softly. “Give me a few minutes.”

  “Really?”

  He lifted his head and gave her an odd look. “What have you heard?”

  “Um, well, that guys need like a day to be able to do it again.”

  “Who told you that? The same asshole who mocked you for trying to give him a blowjob?”

  “Point taken.”

  Viggo kissed her again, then cupped her face. “Thank you for this.”

  “Thank you. I’m in awe. Seriously. It was incredible.”

  He pulled her close and held her. “Where have you been hiding all this time?”

  Madison wasn’t sure how to answer, so instead she simply closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, hoping she never had to leave this room again.

  Chapter Eight

  Viggo hadn’t come that hard in a long time. He hadn’t enjoyed sex that much in a long time. And it had been a while since he’d witnessed a woman so unabashed in her enjoyment. There was nothing phony or over-the-top about Madison’s reactions or the things she said. She was genuine. That alone was enough to make him happier than he’d been in years.

  The fact that she had a lush, curvy body was a bonus. He was so grateful he hadn’t hurt her or frightened her. If he could, he’d entice her to stay here for a week so he could teach her everything she’d ever wanted to know about sex, and give her every experience she craved. They might need longer than a week. He had the feeling he’d unleashed something deep inside this girl, and he might be in for a few surprises from her.

  Within moments, she was sleeping in his arms, but Viggo knew sleep wouldn’t come for him yet. There was too much on his mind that even fabulous sex couldn’t hold at bay for long. He eased himself out of her embrace, then took a spare comforter from the closet and covered her with it. The apartment wasn’t cold, but he didn’t want to leave her lying there naked and exposed. When she woke up, she might not remember where she was at first.

  He pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, then walked downstairs to his office. Nick appeared in the doorway, asking Viggo if he wanted coffee.

  “No. Not tonight. Thanks.” Viggo refreshed the screen on his laptop then glanced up just as Nick was leaving. “Nick, could you make sure the suite across from mine is set up for Madison’s use? She might be staying here for a while.”

  “I’ll see to it.”

  Nick was used to him asking for such favors and never made a comment or gave him wry looks, which was why Viggo still kept him on. He stared at his laptop screen, but now his mind was on Madison again, and how much fun he’d had with her.

  From there it wandered to the way he’d lived his adult life, and specifically to the fact that ten of his eleven best friends were engaged or married. Was it being underground that had changed them all, or turning forty a few years ago?

  The simple truth was that it simply wasn’t as much fun playing the field as it had once been. The majority of the women he dated went out with him because of his money, plain and simple. These days, he knew that going into the relationships, just as they knew going in that he wasn’t looking for a wife. Most thought they could either trick him into marriage, or that he would change his mind, and that’s when the relationships ended.

  Viggo didn’t like head games, which had made Madison’s admonition to him earlier to stop playing them even more amusing. It hadn’t been the first time someone had told him to stop doing that. He didn’t think of himself as a game player. He was merely a person who liked to get information without giving too much of it away in return. If that made him a head game player, well, so be it.

  He smiled as he recalled their conversation during dinner. It wasn’t often he met someone who gave it right back to him and even challenged him. It was refreshing. She might have made a rash decision in coming to his office, but she’d proven she wasn’t cold or calculating. She was an intelligent woman who had recognized that something wasn’t right, and had wanted to dig deeper.

  If it weren’t for the fact that Viggo wanted to keep seeing her, he’d call Patrick or Denise at HCS in Central and tell them to hire her as an investigator there instead, because she’d make a damn good one with some training. But Central was a long train ride away, and he wanted Madison here with him.

  He emailed Blaine and let him know what Madison had overheard, then outlined for him what she was going to try to find out. It was after ten in the evening in NorthCentral where Blaine lived, but Viggo knew he’d still be awake.

  The IM window popped up on his computer within seconds.

  Is she someone you’re fucking?

  Viggo chuckled as he typed. What if I am?

  Good for you, but how do you know she won’t betray you to the media?

  Because she could have done so already and she didn’t.

  Doesn’t mean she won’t in the future.

  She won’t.

  His phone rang, and Viggo sighed as he answered the call. “Look, it’s under control, okay? I only told you because this concerns us directly.”

  “How the fuck did someone like Ralph find this out? Who was he talking to?”

  “That’s what we’re going to find out.”

  “I don’t like this, Viggo. If this gets out it’ll only make us all look worse. And she mentioned that damn article, too. That hasn’t gone away. The connection is there to be made by anyone between those accusations and this reality.”

  “Don’t you think I’ve figured that out?”

  “What happens when she figures out you’re fucking her to save your ass and mine?”

  “That’s not what I’m doing.”

  “Really? How long have you known her?”

  A noise in the hallway caught Viggo’s ear. He didn’t want Madison to overhear any of this conversation. “I have to go. I’ll talk to everyone about this tomorrow.”

  He disconnected the call, not caring that it was rude or that Blaine was his best friend. The man had a point, and Viggo hated that it had been made. He’d known her less than twenty-four hours and simply because he’d made love to her, he now trusted her.

  He’d let his dick do the thinking today, and Blaine had called him on it. There was a lot at stake here and they all knew that, but he didn’t need Blaine chiding him as if he were a child. He knew what the price was for fucking up.

  Viggo closed the laptop and went out into the hallway. Madison was rounding the corner toward the kitchen, wearing the red robe. Fuck me sideways. What a sexy sight she made in that thing.

  He followed her, wondering how much she had overheard because when she turned around, she wasn’t the least bit surprised to see him. Had he screwed up already? That wasn’t like him at all. He usually had very good instincts when it came to people.

  “I’m thirsty and wasn’t sure where to find water.”

  “There’s a fridge in my room, and one in the guest suite you used earlier. Mine is already stocked with beverages including bottled water, and the guest suite will be by morning.”

  She looked disappointed and confused. “Oh. Okay. I feel foolish. I assumed I’d spend the night with you in your bedroom.”

  “I hope you will.”

  “When I woke you were gone.”

  “I often work late at night, Madison. That doesn’t change when I’m dating someone.”

  He had to ask, no matter the consequences. “Were you outside my office just now? Before you came in here?”

  “I heard your voice. Why? Do you think I was listening?”

  “Were you?”

  She looked like he’d slapped her, and it wasn’t fake. He could tell. Viggo went to her and put his arms around her, but he might as well have hugged a lamppost. Fuck. “Madison, I’m sorry. I had an uncomfortable call with one of the Weathermen. There’s a lot ridi
ng on the question of where Ralph got his information.”

  “What does that have to do with me listening to your conversation?”

  “Nothing.” Liar. “I’m stressed over this, that’s all. I didn’t mean to accuse you of eavesdropping.” Your pants are on fire.

  She glanced up at his face. “If you don’t trust me, I might as well go home. We’ll be nothing more than business partners.”

  He had a quip ready, but realized it would sound like he was playing games again, in addition to minimizing her concerns. She was right. If he didn’t trust her, he couldn’t have a physical relationship with her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them, and it would complicate things with the others.

  “Did you seduce me hoping I’d be more willing to find out what you want at work?”

  “No.” He couldn’t fault her for asking. If he was in her shoes right now, that’s exactly the conclusion he’d reach as well.

  “Why did you seduce me, then?”

  “I told you already. I meant everything I said earlier.”

  “I need to know if you trust me, Viggo.”

  Her voice was quiet, but he heard the finality in the tone, and he admired her for it. For all her inexperience, she wasn’t a woman who would let a man use her for sex, and thank goodness for that. He wouldn’t want her to be that way.

  He stroked her hair. “I do trust you.”

  She watched him for a few seconds, no doubt looking for any sign of bullshit. Finally, her expression softened.

  “All right. I trust you, too. I’ll just get my water and go back upstairs so you can return to your work.”

  “I’m not in the mood to work after all.”

  She grinned. “Are you sure?”

  He reached between them and stroked her left breast. His dick twitched when she let out a soft gasp. “I’m sure.”

  She surprised the hell out of him by grabbing his cock through his pants. “What are you in the mood for, then?”