Desire (The Seductors Series)

by B. L. Wilde

  “I want you to ride me, Jade,” he cooed while he coaxed me down from my climax moments later. “I want to watch your body take pleasure from mine.” That alone made me groan. “Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes,” I panted, feeling his fingers tease my entrance.

  “Shit! You’re so wet already. Are you that desperate for me?”

  “Yes!” I groaned, moving to push him against the pillows. Where was shy Jade?

  “That’s it, Beautiful,” he encouraged. “Just feel the desire and go with it.”

  I straddled his lap, closing my eyes as I felt his hands grope my breasts. When he began to twist both nipples, I rubbed my heated sex over his erection.

  “Oh, ugh…yes,” he muttered. What I would give to let go and really fuck this guy. I couldn’t afford to do that, though—not now that I was so close to the end of the mission.

  “Am I doing this right?” I asked, biting my lip and rocking my hips.

  “You’re teasing me is what you’re doing,” he snarled. “Take me in, Beautiful. All of me.” I did as he asked, bracing myself by gripping his shoulders as I slid his length deep inside me. “Oh…yes…that’s it. God, you feel so good!” I threw my head back, losing myself in the feeling of being so full.

  Oliver began to rock beneath me, lifting my hips up and down.

  “I thought I was supposed to be riding you? You’re doing all the work,” I gasped as he began to bounce me faster up and down his member.

  “You can fuck me slowly after this. I need to watch you come undone above me.”

  With that, he continued his attack, slamming me up and down while his lips devoured my breasts. I was scratching at his chest, trying to find some sort of control, but I was already losing it. Each time he slammed me down onto his length a shot of euphoria hit me, and it just kept building and building.

  “Can you feel that?” he murmured.

  “Y…ugh…yes!” I panted, feeling my orgasm start to rise to the surface.

  “You might not be able to tell me with words how you feel, but your body is another matter.”

  “O…Oli…Oliver!” He was leaving me hovering just out of reach of my climax. It was infuriating, but it also felt so good.

  “What can you feel, Jade?”

  “Y…you!”

  “You can do better than that,” he teased, slamming me down hard on his length again. I was going to lose my shit at any moment.

  “D…desire!” I cried out. “I can feel…how much my body wants you.”

  “Mm…that’s better.” He snaked his hand down the front of me while still bouncing me up and down. Sweat was starting to gather on my forehead, and when his fingers made contact with my clit, I exploded around him.

  “Holy shit!” I screamed as I fell hard.

  He was gazing up at me when I finally opened my eyes.

  “Are you ready to fuck me slowly now?” he smirked, cupping my ass. I could feel his length inside me, still rock hard and wanting more.

  I smiled sexily and rolled my hips.

  Oliver, I was born ready.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I was hardly ever sick, but Saturday morning I woke up with the worst stomach cramps I’d had in years. Of all the weekends it could happen, it just had to be this one.

  I managed to make it into the bathroom without waking Oliver, but by the time I came back out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me.

  “Are you okay?” he asked in concern, standing up to greet me. I held my hands up to him as I felt the nausea suddenly wash over me again. Not wanting to get sick on him or his carpet, I rushed back into the bathroom. “Jade?” I could hear him calling me from outside the door, the worry evident in his voice. “Sweetheart, can I do anything?”

  “Just give me a minute,” I called, dabbing my face with water. Shit, I really felt like crap.

  He was pacing the room when I finally came back out. “Are you okay?” he stressed, crossing the room to get to me.

  “I’m not feeling too good, Oliver,” I pouted. He pulled me into his arms, stroking my forehead softly.

  “You do have a slight temperature,” he muttered.

  “I never get sick,” I grumbled. “We could still try and go out for the day. I’m sure the fresh air will do me good.”

  “Oh no you won’t!” He scooped me up in his arms in one quick move. “The only place you’re going is back to bed.”

  “Put me down,” I giggled, kicking playfully.

  “I’ll have to wait on you hand and foot.”

  “No, you won’t,” I protested as he placed me back in bed.

  “Don’t try and argue with me, Jade. You won’t win.”

  “But you’ll be bored if you’re stuck in here with me all day.”

  “If you weren’t sick, I’d say spending the whole day in a bedroom with you was paradise,” he winked, caressing my face. “Now, you rest while I go and get you some water. Are you hungry at all?” I shook my head, my stomach rolling at just the thought of eating. “Okay, just water to start with, then.”

  “Thank you,” I called when he reached the door. “I can’t remember the last time someone looked after me when I was sick.”

  “You know there is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he muttered, watching me lovingly. “Rest now. I’ll be back with your water soon.”

  I must have dozed off because I woke up groggy with cool hands caressing my forehead.

  “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Oliver beamed down at me. “You still have a temperature.”

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “A few hours. Here—sip some of this.” He helped me sit up before passing a glass of cool, refreshing water to me.

  “Have you been here the entire time?”

  “No. I had a few business calls to make, and I told my aunt and uncle that you weren’t well. I couldn’t resist teasing my aunt by saying it was her cooking.”

  “You didn’t?” I gasped, horrified.

  “Claire knew I was teasing—relax,” he snorted, lying back on the bed beside me.

  “You’re really just going to stay here while I’m sick?” I asked, completely shocked. This mansion was huge and there were probably a thousand things he could do while I was stuck in bed; he didn’t need to stay here with me.

  “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No,” I smiled, leaning back against his chest. It was amazing how comforting it felt to be in his arms. The cramps in my stomach almost disappeared with his closeness.

  “I could stay like this with you for hours. It’s not just about the sex, Jade.” I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself grounded. I couldn’t get swept away with his words. “I want to know you, Jade—every little detail.”

  “You’re not going to try and make me open up while I’m sick, are you?”

  “Tell me at least one thing I don’t know about you yet.”

  “I hate the smell of cabbage,” I giggled.

  “I guess that’s a start, but you know that wasn’t quite what I meant.” I could hear Oliver’s eye roll in his voice.

  “I’m quite a loner. Maybe that’s why I enjoy my job so much.” That was the truth; being a Seductor was all about independence. You couldn’t rely on anyone.

  “I guessed that about you when I first saw you in London.”

  “What were your first impressions of me?” I asked, rolling onto my stomach. I rested my chin on my hands and looked up at him.

  “I’ll answer that if you promise to tell me your first impressions of me, too.”

  “Deal,” I grinned. This was going to be interesting.

  “I spotted you the moment I walked into the bar.” He did? I hadn’t noticed that. “You had an air of confidence about you. It wasn’t just your beauty that drew me in.”

  “What else was it?”

  “I knew that confidence was a mask. The moment our eyes locked, I saw inside you. There is something deep inside you, Jade, and I desperately want to help you r
elease it.”

  “I’m not hiding some huge secret, Oliver. Seriously, there is very little to tell you about me.”

  “You don’t talk to your family. How can you say there is no huge secret?”

  “Some families just don’t get along. It happens,” I shrugged, sitting up and trying to casually blow off the conversation. It seemed that Oliver had a different plan, though.

  “Families don’t just fall out, Jade. There is always a reason.”

  “Are you really going to try and push this when I’m not feeling well?” I fumed. “I don’t really think that’s fair, especially since I already told you I’m not ready to talk about it.”

  “I’m not pushing anything. I was just stating a fact.” He was so damn confident, lying there with his arms behind his head. For once, I was happy he was fully clothed in grey sweats and a white T-shirt. I knew I’d end up throwing up today if I rode that magnificent cock of his.

  “It sounds like you’re pushing to me,” I pouted, getting up from the bed.

  “Jade, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out that way. Please sit back down. You can tell me something else about yourself instead.”

  “No more questions about my family?” I confirmed, playing with my hands nervously. Poor little Jade.

  “I promise. Come on, get back in bed before you catch a chill.” Oliver pulled the comforter up for me, so I slid back into bed and right into his waiting arms.

  “I’ve never finished a glass of water,” I muttered into his chest.

  “What?” he chuckled, sounding really confused.

  “I always leave some water at the bottom of my glass. I have no idea why.”

  “That’s…just weird, Jade.”

  “You said you wanted to get to know me,” I giggled.

  “I have all my books in alphabetical order back in New York. It relaxes me to know I can find a book easily.”

  “I think that’s worse than leaving a glass of water,” I snorted.

  “I like to be organized.”

  “Yeah, I can just imagine the panic attack you’d have if you lost a copy of your ‘How to Run a Weapons Company.’ What would you do?”

  “How did you know about that book?” Oliver pretended to gasp, playing along with my absurd joke.

  “How else would a CEO run his company? I thought you all had training manuals.”

  “Trust me—sometimes I wish there was a manual.”

  “It must be incredibly stressful to have all that reasonability on your shoulders.”

  “It used to be,” he whispered, pulling me closer to his chest. “But with you, I can finally put work to one side. Yes, I have a job, but I also have a life with you.”

  “A life?” I gasped, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

  “Yes, a life,” he grinned, kissing my forehead. “Now you need to keep up your end of the deal.” What the hell was he talking about? “You were going to tell me about your first impression of me?” Oh yeah!

  “I thought you were a celebrity,” I sniggered. “Everyone wanted to talk to you.”

  “You mean like a rock star?” Oliver winked.

  “I’m not even sure rock stars could wear a suit as well as you,” I admitted.

  “Now that is a compliment. Especially since I know about the fetish you have for rock stars.” Oh, he thought he was funny.

  “Fetish?” I hit his chest playfully. “I like rock music, not rock stars.”

  “The singer is part of the package. Can we get back to your thoughts on me, now?”

  “I wanted to jump your bones the moment I saw you,” I blurted out.

  “Really?” Oliver’s eyes widened at my confession. “The moment you saw me?”

  “Yes.” I watched the smile on his face fade into a pout. “What is it?”

  “We wasted dinner. I could have just taken you up to my bedroom the moment we met.”

  “You probably could have,” I laughed.

  “Mm…I could have had you what—another four times while we were eating dinner.”

  “Stop talking about sex when I’m sick,” I pleaded.

  “Sorry, Beautiful. How about I fix us something to eat, instead? Are you hungry?”

  “I am, actually. Maybe something light like soup?”

  “I’ll see what I can rustle up.” I had to giggle at him. Was he really going to cook? “Well, I’ll see what the housekeeper has in the fridge.”

  “That might be best,” I smirked, stretching. “I think I’ll have a quick shower while I wait. It might make me feel better.”

  “Good idea. I won’t be long.” With that, he jumped off the bed and went in search of food.

  The shower did wonders for my aches and pains, and I lost track of the time I’d been in there. It was only when I felt Oliver’s naked body behind me that I snapped out of the daydream I was having.

  “The food will be ready in an hour. Mrs. Pollen will bring it up for us.”

  “Then why are you in the shower?” I questioned, groaning as his hands began to massage my shoulders.

  “I’m checking on you, of course,” he purred into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

  “And you needed to get into the shower with me to do that, huh?”

  “I needed to take a shower, too, and this way, we’re conserving water.”

  I let out a loud laugh. Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him underneath the jets with me. “Do you energy save a lot?”

  “How else do you think I became a billionaire?”

  “Wow! I never knew that was all you needed to do. I think I’ll start being more energy conscious from now on.” Oliver chuckled softly before stroking my wet hair. His hands continued down my back, pulling me flush against him.

  “We should wash quickly before I get carried away with you and your sexy body.”

  “You came in and interrupted me. I’m already clean.”

  A gleam filled his eyes. “I could make you dirty again.”

  “No you won’t! I’m sick,” I warned.

  “You better get your sexy butt out of this shower, then.”

  “You’re throwing me out when I was here first?” I teased.

  “No. I want you to stay, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you. You know how much I love it when you’re wet.” Oh, Oliver.

  “Behave,” I sniggered, trying to pull away from him. “If you want me to get out, then you need to let me go.”

  “I’m not sure I can,” he muttered, backing me up so I was against the tiles. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  “I think I have an idea,” I swallowed, feeling his erection pressed against my stomach.

  “You will open up to me, won’t you, Jade? Please tell me you want this as much as I do.” Oliver’s tone was dejected and it broke my heart. I knew I wasn’t giving him any answers, but I refused to build his hopes up any more than I had to. There was a high probability that this would be the last weekend we ever spent together. Stop thinking about that, Jade.

  “You really need to ask that?” I placed my hand on his face. “You can feel it in my body when you touch me. You know what you mean to me.” Oliver crashed his lips against mine, taking my breath away. Grabbing his slick, wet hair, I tugged it as I let his kiss consume me.

  “Okay, I’ll stop with the heavy,” he winked as our lips finally broke apart. “Now get out of this shower before I molest you.”

  I got dressed quickly and had just finished blow-drying my hair when Oliver came out clean and dressed.

  “You look much better,” he commented, stroking my face as he walked past me.

  “The shower did me good. I’m quite hungry now, too.” Just as I spoke a knock sounded at the door.

  “That will be the food.” Oliver raced to the door and came back carrying a large silver tray.

  “Mrs. Pollen’s chicken soup is legendary. It will have you feeling better in no time.”

  “It smells amazing.�
� I licked my lips, joining him at the small table by the window.

  “She said the orange juice would be good for you, too. You need the Vitamin C.”

  “How long has Mrs. Pollen worked here?”

  “All my life. She’s been here for over fifty years.”

  “Wow! That is a long time.” I took a large sip of orange juice and nearly moaned. Damn, it was good.

  “The estate isn’t as hard to run as it used to be. We’ve shut a lot of it down,” he stated, watching me carefully. What was he thinking? “We only have Mrs. Pollen and Giles, the caretaker and butler, left working here.”

  “Is that because you’re mostly in New York?”

  “In some ways, yes.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “My family is a lot smaller than it used to be. We don’t need all this space now that Sam and Tom are away at school.”

  “What are they like—your cousins?”

  “They’re real jokesters.” Oliver seemed lost in thought for a moment, laughing to himself. “But they are good boys. I’m hoping they’ll decide to work for the company when they finish college.”

  “Will that lift some of the pressure off you?”

  He sighed. “I doubt it, but time will tell. Have you had enough soup?” he questioned when he noticed I’d finished my bowl.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  We spent the rest of the afternoon watching old movies and talking about his childhood here in Macon.

  Oliver certainly had a happier childhood than me, that was for sure, and I had to admit I was a little jealous.

  When we finally made it downstairs, it was obvious by the noise that Oliver’s twin cousins had arrived home.

  “Tom, stop stuffing your face. Dinner will be ready in a few hours,” I heard Claire scold before my eyes fell on the twin boys. My, the Kirkham gene pool was strong. They were good looking boys with light brown hair and deep blue eyes, and both looked as if they worked out.

  “The wanderer returns. Oliver, I can’t remember the last time I saw you here in Macon.” One of the boys grinned, darting his eyes to me. “It’s lovely to meet you, Jade. I’m Sam,” he greeted, pulling my hand out and kissing my knuckles.

  “That’s enough of that, Samuel,” Oliver teased, pulling Sam into a headlock and ruffling his hair. “Jade won’t fall for your charms. You’re far too young for her.”