The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Sure. Avocado with bacon bits, no mayo?’ she asked.

  ‘You know me too well, Violet,’ I smiled with a shake of my head.

  ‘I’ll get them to bring a fruit smoothie and chocolate caramel square as well. You like sugar when you’re stressed.’

  ‘What would I do without you?’ I sighed, full of appreciation.

  ‘You’ll never have to find out. I love my job,’ she replied before clicking off. I pressed the recording button and stood up, checking my appearance. I frowned when I heard raised voices approaching my door and skirted the desk to go and see what was happening. ‘You can’t go in, this is unacceptable,’ came Violet’s sharp voice. I jumped in surprise as my office door was flung open and an enormous bouquet of more yellow and orange roses appeared in the frame. ‘I told him, Lulu. I tried to stop him, I’m so sorry.’

  ‘Stop who?’ I demanded, as I spotted the highly polished black oxfords and black pinstripe trousers visible below the biggest bouquet I’d ever seen in my life. This was overstepping a line, for flower delivery people to burst into my office.

  ‘It was a lady on the intercom, she said she was Mrs. Jones, but I couldn’t see her face for all the flowers. If I’d known it was him forcing the flower delivery lady to let him in, I’d never have opened the door,’ Violet added, shaking her head as she followed the flowers in. I stepped backwards, my stomach twisting nervously as they were placed on my coffee table and the immaculately dressed man carrying them straightened up, affording me the first look at his face. His lips curled into a smile as his brown eyes met mine, taking my breath away.

  ‘Luc,’ I whispered, the rhythm of my heart starting to speed up.

  ‘Lulu,’ he replied, as he cocked his head, brushing a hand through his messed up hair as he took his lower lip between his teeth. His face was full of carnal need as he slowly ran his eyes over my body, a body he’d run his tongue over. I felt myself blush.

  ‘I can call Mike and Henry to escort him out,’ offered Violet, twisting her fingers nervously around each other.

  ‘That won’t be necessary. Ms. McQueen and I have unfinished business to discuss and I can assure you that I have no intention of harming her, nor do I have any intention of leaving until we have reached an agreement,’ Luc advised, his sexy French accent affecting both myself and Violet, judging by the way her face flushed too.

  ‘I have a client due,’ I glared, full of anger to have been taken by surprise.

  ‘I’m your client. Mrs. Jones the flower lady was right, I am very worried that I’m about to have an affair,’ he replied, a hint of a smirk on his face.

  ‘I can’t believe you tricked me,’ Violet groaned, as I tried to think how in hell I was going to handle this.

  ‘You may leave us now,’ he ordered, without taking his eyes off me.

  ‘She works for me, not you. I can’t believe your audacity to confront me in such a manner,’ I glowered.

  ‘Much like your audacity last Monday evening,’ he quickly snapped. ‘I think if anyone should be affronted then it should be me. You accost me as someone else, run when I realise it’s you, then ignore all of my messages and attempts to contact you. I deserve an explanation and I won’t be leaving until I have one. I asked you to leave,’ he barked at Violet, as he turned to give her an intimidating glare. ‘I will carry you out over my shoulder if that is what is required to have some privacy.’ She gulped and looked over at me for confirmation. I threw my hands in the air with a sigh. I had no doubt he was more than capable of carrying out his threat, I was going to face him later anyway, I may as well get it out of the way now, but I didn’t like being thrown off kilter without a plan in place, not with him anyway.

  ‘I’m fine, Violet. Please don’t let this interrupt your lunch plans, but if Mr. Le Grand is still here when you return, you have my authorisation to call the police and tell them that we need assistance removing someone from our premises.’ Violet nodded and backed out, shutting the door behind her, Luc quickly strode over and turned the key in the lock.

  ‘Now we can talk.’

  ‘How dare you,’ I hissed, trying to hold on to my anger and ignore the longing in my body to have him standing so close to me. He was in a three piece black pinstripe suit, grey shirt with white collar and cuffs, cufflinks and a dark grey tie. He looked so edible. I had a thing about men in suits and this was no ordinary suit, it had been tailored to fit his muscular body without a millimetre to spare. The man simply radiated sexiness.

  ‘How dare I?! You have the nerve to question me?’ he snapped back, his brown eyes dark with fury or desire, maybe a combination of the two. Whichever it was, it was so damn hot.

  ‘This is between you and me, you do not drag my staff into this or accost me at work.’

  ‘How else am I supposed to get your attention?’ he demanded, undoing his jacket and placing his masculine hands on his slim hips. I blinked a few times, trying to drag my eyes away from his crotch, from that large erection I’d just seen. Now he had my attention, letting me see that definitely seemed to have done the trick, or he could always strip off and hop in the shower, that got my attention quite easily last night, I thought.

  ‘I was going to come and see you tonight,’ I whispered, taking a step back as he took one forward.

  ‘So I’m supposed to be a mind reader? You’ve had my contact details, as well as my address in England, for a week, yet nothing, rien!’ he bit angrily.

  ‘It’s complicated,’ I replied, moving back again as he moved closer. Damn him turning up here, throwing me, looking so delicious, sounding so sexy with his angry French tone and smelling so … Luc. My nipples were painfully hard, my pussy clenching in desperation. My traitorous body needed putting against a wall and shooting.

  ‘Complicated?’ he frowned as he strode forwards, forcing me back against the edge of my desk.

  ‘You’re married,’ I reminded him, my eyes darting left and right, trying to plot an escape route.

  ‘Non! You do not get to run again, not a third time, ma belle,’ he snapped, as he pressed up against me, grabbed my hands and anchored them behind my back, trapping me. My body trembled to feel his touching mine again, the warmth of his breath on my face. I focussed on the knot in his tie, I couldn’t look at him. One look and I’d be kissing those sexy lips again. I had to resist, this was so fucked up. ‘Regardez-moi,’ he ordered, firmly, but quietly.

  ‘You’re married,’ I repeated in a whimper.

  ‘I am, but I told you, I’m not in love with her. I have never been in love with her. I’ve never had an affair, but for you I would. You fill my head, Lulu McQueen, still and yet I am baffled at your actions. Your body screams that you still want me, but you keep rejecting me. Look at me, talk to me,’ he coaxed.

  ‘Not here,’ I objected. I felt light headed and dizzy from breathing too fast. ‘You have me so confused. I want you, but I can’t have you because of your situation and … complications and I have employees outside, work to do, meetings with clients coming up. Please,’ I pleaded, steadfastly holding onto my resolve not to look up at him and cave.

  ‘Clients, yes,’ he mused. ‘You came to try and tempt me last week, you were working, I was your target, oui?’

  ‘Yes,’ I replied quietly.

  ‘You do this often?’

  ‘No, not for a long time. I was requested especially for this contract.’

  ‘You were hired by my wife?’ he shot back, anger in his tone again.

  ‘That’s confidential,’ I replied, trying again to pull my wrists out of his grasp, but it was futile. I was going nowhere until he decided I could. Always in control, always dominant. He hadn’t changed at all.

  ‘So, you are hired to fuck men and film it?’

  ‘No,’ I gasped in horror, as I finally raised my eyes to gaze at his frowning but devastatingly handsome face looking down at mine. ‘No sex, never sex.’

  ‘At last some good news to put my mind at rest.’ He exhaled a gentle sigh of relief and his
tense face relaxed. ‘So you came to try and tempt me and have your associate take pictures of us talking, touching and maybe even kissing?’

  ‘Yes,’ I confirmed, closing my eyes, wishing I could shut off all of my senses. His warm body slotted against mine perfectly and I kept remembering us both climaxing as we masturbated to the thought of each other last night. It sent a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. ‘But I didn’t know it was you until you turned around in the bar. I’d never have accepted if I’d known it was you, I promise.’

  ‘I believe you,’ he sighed, tucking my hair behind my ear. ‘So that kiss outside was just for the cameras?’

  ‘No,’ I shot back, dropping my gaze. ‘No one was taking pictures there, that was … that was real, Luc. From the moment you showed me my photograph in your wallet, everything was real.’

  ‘Ma belle,’ he whispered. I moaned softly as he lowered his head and ran his lips up my neck, my skin blossoming, the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention. How could something so simple affect me so badly? ‘You still taste so good, I wonder if your cunt tastes as sweet as I remember? You can’t imagine how many times I’ve dreamed of you straddling my face since you left me in Paris.’

  ‘Luc, stop!’ I feebly ordered.

  ‘I don’t care how we met again, Lulu. I was furious with you last week, but now I see it for what it is. Fate. You forget that we were fated to mate, you and I. Fate is inescapable.’

  ‘We already … mated,’ I reminded him, squirming as he started to kiss my neck properly, a pool of arousal threatening to saturate my delicate designer underwear.

  ‘You think that one night satisfied the need in me? In you?’ he laughed. ‘You continue to deceive yourself, Lulu. The passion we feel for each other can never be sated, it is limitless, infinite, stars will be born then die before this magnetism between us fades.’

  ‘Stop,’ I groaned, not sure what was turning me on more, his touch or his words. He’d had a way with them back then and he still had. ‘You’re married,’ I stated for the third time, as if it just wasn’t sinking home to either of us.

  ‘I don’t care,’ he whispered, securing my wrists with one hand, as his other slid around to grasp my chin and forced my head up to look at him. I virtually melted against him to see the desire in his deep brown glossy eyes. ‘For the first time in my married life I desperately desire another woman and I feel no guilt. I have a wife, I live in cities surrounded by millions of people and every day I feel alone. I have felt alone for so long, until last week. Yes, I may be married, but because of you, I no longer care.’

  ‘I do,’ I mewled. ‘Please, let me meet you later, to talk.’

  ‘We will talk, but I intend to fuck you as well,’ he stated bluntly, the primal need in his tone tweaking my nipples to even more sensitive points.

  ‘No, I can’t.’ I could hear the waiver in my voice, how did he do this to me? Make me lose all of my resolve and comply with his every request? I was supposed to be The Temptress, men were supposed to fall at my feet, not the other way around.

  ‘Yes you can, but you’re saying you won’t, just like you did six years ago and less than twenty-four hours later you were begging me to fuck you, just like I promised you would. Why waste another twenty-four hours on a foregone conclusion?’

  ‘Because I …’ I gasped as he silenced me, forcefully inserting his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered pitifully as my lips parted, letting him plunge further inside. Forceful, demanding, claiming thrusts that made me see stars. I tried to pull my hands out of his grip, I needed to push him away, to put some distance between us, but my tongue was taking no heed of my conscience and as it danced a seductive and passionate tango with his, suddenly I needed to grasp his hair, to pull his lips harder onto mine, but he held them even tighter. He only broke our frenzied kiss when I squealed into his mouth as I felt his free hand sliding down inside my skirt and edging its way under the lace of my knickers.

  ‘Tell me you want me to stop and I will,’ he tested, his fingers brushing over my smooth mound, getting closer and closer to my slick quivering clit.

  ‘I … I … O God,’ I moaned, feeling a wave of moisture soaking me. He hadn’t even touched me there yet and still I felt more than I had during actual sex with Greg, or any of the other men I’d slept with.

  ‘You’re wet, I can tell without even touching you. Fuck. How I’ve dreamed of this moment,’ he groaned as he thrust his hand down and quickly inserted two of his long fingers into my tightly clenching core. My jaw dropped and eyes widened as I gazed up at him. So much passion for me was radiating off him, so much fire in his eyes, he almost had Tristan’s flecks of amber circling those inky pupils of his. He slowly and firmly pumped his fingers inside me, my thighs shaking as I started to pant. We were in my office! He was married! Seconds later, before I even had a chance to react to the knowledge that what we were doing here was so wrong, his thumb firmly circled my clit. I cried out, forcing him to silence me with his mouth, as he started to build me towards the most intense orgasm I’d had in years, even last nights was a baby in comparison to the volcano gathering momentum inside me. ‘Come for me, I need your orgasm, let me have it and I will go, on the condition that you meet me tonight,’ he mumbled against my lips. At the peak of pleasure I could possibly have agreed to anything.

  ‘Luc,’ I moaned, I was almost incoherent, totally blissed out.

  ‘Merde, hearing my name on your lips is like a slice of paradise for a man who has lived in the depths of hell for the last six years without you. Come, Lulu,’ he demanded, his low tone seducing my ears. ‘Married I may be, but for those five years I was, I have stayed faithful to your memory. I won’t force myself upon you, however desperately I want to clear your desk and throw you face down on it as I fill you from behind. I’d love to be able to claim as many orgasms as I need from you, until you remember how much you need me, but do not deny me the satisfaction of watching you fall apart in my arms. You left me twice, you owe me this at least.’ His voice sounded desperate and I completely went to pieces as my climax tore through my parched body, everything stiffening, then relaxing, as I rippled around his fingers, visions of him fucking me on my desk making me scream his name. I didn’t care about anything else but the feeling of intense pleasure saturating my body at this precise moment in time. No wonder no one else had compared, an orgasm from Luc was so much better than I remembered. It was incredible. I vaguely heard him soothing me, whispering sultry French words into my ear, but I was too spaced out to try to translate.

  ‘Holy shit,’ I uttered eventually, trying to focus my vision.

  ‘Hmmm,’ he sighed, contentment resonating through his voice. ‘Every bit as responsive as I remembered. Tell me, does your boyfriend or husband make you come so hard and fast?’

  ‘I …’ I shook my head, too blissed out to talk.

  ‘If you are not single, Lulu McQueen, I aim to devote a substantial portion of my time to making it happen. I will not accept anyone touching you again.’

  ‘Lulu, are you ok?’ came Henry’s concerned voice through the locked door, as he rattled the handle. Shit! Me and my noisy climaxes.

  ‘I’m fine, thank you,’ I managed to call, gasping as Luc slid his hand out of my skirt, dragging my blouse out with it, then slowly sucked on his fingers, tasting me for the first time in years, his eyes hooded, a low groan escaping his lips.

  ‘With all due respect how do I know that you’re not being coerced to say that?’ called Henry. ‘Do I need to go and check the camera feed?’

  ‘No,’ I shot back, mortified. How could I have forgotten that there was a camera in my own bloody office? ‘Please don’t. I’m … Damn it, Henry, I’m with … him.’

  ‘Him?’ Luc mouthed, sucking his fingers clean, a smirk on his face and an amused, horny, twinkle in his eye.

  ‘O right, him, say no more. Message received and understood. Over and out.’

  ‘Thank you,’ I cringed, while Luc chuckled.

&nbs
p; ‘It seems my reputation precedes me. So, now you remember how much you do need me, I will see you this evening. Seven-thirty in the bar, don’t be late and don’t bother with underwear, I have no patience to waste time ripping it off you.’ He clasped my face and lay a tender kiss on my forehead as I tried to catch my breath.

  ‘You’re leaving?’ I asked, the disbelief in my voice palpable as I looked up at him.

  ‘I came to convince you that you needed to talk to me, I’d say it was a fait accompli, non?’ he raised a cocky eyebrow as he held my gaze. ‘I have stated my intentions, I want you and I will have you. Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. I have waited for you for so long, I can wait a little longer. But be under no illusion that you have a choice in the matter. Tonight we will discuss your concerns, agree a way forward and fuck, hard, but regardless of who you are seeing, all of your orgasms moving forward belong to me, I will not tolerate any deviance from this request.’

  ‘You say “request” like I have a choice in the matter,’ I responded, awed at his dominance and self-assuredness. There was nothing hotter than a man filled with confidence and certainty in his beliefs, even if they were fundamentally flawed.

  ‘You don’t,’ he shrugged, in a matter of fact manner, as he held my chin and softly swept his thumb over my plump engorged lower lip, making it swell again in response. ‘I was merely being courteous, giving the illusion that you still have some control. You have already proved to me that you submit to me without question, you spent a night with me in Paris doing just that.’

  ‘That was six years ago, people change, Luc. I’ve changed, things have changed,’ I reminded him.

  ‘Maybe many things have changed, but not this, not what we had, what we still have. You can feel it too, an inexplicable pull. You belong to me Lulu McQueen, from the moment I saw you in Paris I have owned you, you were just unaware of that fact until now. Merde,’ he uttered as he glanced at his watch. ‘I have to go, but trust me, as I sit in a boardroom discussing the state of the markets, I will be thinking of you, imagining that flush on your cheeks as you came, your voice calling out my name, I shall smell your intoxicating scent that still coats my fingers, evidence of your desire for me and I will suffer. My cock is painfully hard and I have no time to relieve myself. You may think that I hold all of the power, but this you have control over, absolute control over the favourite part of my body. Maybe you own me too. À plus tard, ma belle,’ he dipped his head and kissed me, his lips gentle and lingering, I sighed against them. I was in so much trouble. Where had my willpower and morals vanished to? ‘This colour suits you, the orange of a consuming fire. It suits your beautiful eyes that I missed so much, that I saw in my dreams every night,’ he whispered, then quickly strode to the door and unlocked it, looking back over his shoulder as he did up his jacket. He shook his head as he bit his bottom lip and scanned my body again. A body that was currently only being held up by the desk behind me and my fingers gripping its edge tightly.