The Seller (Trading Hearts Book 2)

by Saskia Walker

  THE SELLER

  Book two in the Trading Hearts series

  Saskia Walker

  © 2016 Saskia Walker

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author's imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for sale to adults only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  All rights reserved. This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work.

  Previously in Trading Hearts….

  Naomi Kildare is a young Scottish designer.

  Eaglestone is the powerful retail agency that could launch her into international stardom. Naomi's meeting with the fashion buyer was taken by a mystery man who turned out to be Lucas Eaglestone, the company's owner.

  When they met, mutual desire forged a new and unexpected path.

  A passionate BDSM affair with this masterful lover sidelined Naomi's business plans and changed her life forever. Lucas asked her to surrender herself to him, totally, and at his hands she experienced sexual pleasures beyond her wildest dreams.

  Her emotions quickly became entangled.

  Then Lucas offered her a business contract – with conditions: she must be his.

  This dominant master has uncovered Naomi's true nature, but did it also prove business and pleasure don't mix? Naomi is enthralled by his physical claim on her, but her pride wouldn't allow her to sell her own dream in exchange for a decadent life as his willing submissive. Together they could be the perfect match, but trading hearts is never that simple.

  She turned down his offer.

  Lucas has now traveled the length of the land to win his woman and he won't let anything stand in his way...

  Chapter One

  She was in his arms again, and Lucas was kissing her, owning her, but it didn't settle easy with her. She'd taken flight, run from him, run home to Scotland, and yet here he was on her doorstep and she couldn't resist. The need to express herself, to re-establish her herself, was taking hold. Naomi Kildare pressed her hands to his chest, pushed, and took a deep, steadying breath.

  "Wait. Stop."

  His sharp blue eyes darkened. "You let me in here, you agreed to this."

  She knew that look. He was aroused, as was she, and it was going to be hard to put the brakes on. This is what he could do, own her, swamp her, and it was important she guard her corner.

  He tugged her closer, strong hands locked around her waist.

  It triggered something raw, something animal. She locked eyes with him. "You think you can have any woman you want, don't you? That's what this is about, isn't it?"

  "I don't want any woman. I want you."

  He cupped her head in both his hands and looked deep into her eyes. The heat of his desire was there, powerful, demanding and possessive. When he kissed her she felt it right through her body. It seized every nerve ending, drew every part of her body to his. Her core seized, her nipples burning for contact.

  He dipped to kiss the soft skin of her neck, hungrily, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he moved lower. Lust surged inside her, numbing the troubled thoughts that had caused the gap between them.

  Were the doubts vanishing too? she wondered vaguely, as he urged her to lie back down over the shop cabinet she was perched on. In his hands there was no room for doubts, as if being in his arms and being seduced by him pushed everything away.

  He parted her thighs, stood between them, then reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. He wasn't waiting to be taken upstairs. He was going have her right here on the countertop in her little shop of dreams.

  "I need you." His voice was barely above a growl.

  An answering echo of lust sprang free deep inside her. She could feel the damp heat of her desire between her thighs.

  He wrenched her bra straps down and eased the cups down, so that her breasts were exposed. Naomi groaned and arched her back.

  He took one nipple into his mouth. The other nipple was between his thumb and forefinger and he was working his magic, with tongue and fingers, alternating, driving her mad. Her hands locked on his broad shoulders, holding on for the ride.

  He grasped the waistline of her pants and wrenched them down, tugging them around her hips and off the length of her legs. Then his fingers moved down the sides of her sheer lace panties.

  Naomi's head went back, her hair spilling across the cabinet top. It was here she packaged up people's purchases and popped them into gift bags bearing the shop's name. Would she ever be able to stand there and do that again without picturing Lucas Eaglestone spread-eagling her over the same wooden countertop, his head between her thighs?

  At that very moment, he bit the mound of her sex through her underwear. "Oh, my God!"

  No, she would never be able to stand here without thinking about this moment. He lifted one of her legs and crooked the knee, positioning it over his shoulder.

  He didn't wait to get the underwear off, pulling it one side with his hand.

  She heard the fabric give way and snap. Then his breath was warm on her skin and she didn't care what he did to her underwear. When his mouth closed over the mound of her pussy, Naomi forgot how to breathe. His tongue tantalized her clit, tracing circles around it before he sucked it into his mouth, holding it there while his tongue stroked from below.

  She nearly passed out.

  He thrust two fingers inside her, anchoring her to him.

  His warm breath over her sensitive folds made her want to beg him to take her to the bed, but she was weak with lust and could no longer put up any resistance. He pushed his hands under her bottom, lifting her as he went down on her, devouring her with his mouth.

  Naomi almost passed out. She glanced down and saw his thick black hair fall forward while he worked her. She thrust her fingers into it, holding onto him. Her clit felt unbearably tight and hot, and so sensitive.

  Lucas sucked hard on her clit and thrust another finger inside her, brushing against her sensitive spot with his knuckles.

  The sudden rush of release made her arch and twist.

  Panting loudly, she closed her legs together as soon as she felt him pull away. "You, my dear, are delicious." He grinned.

  The man was outrageous. Naomi gasped, then her thighs touched and she was made aware of her own state of wetness. Frustration coursed through her. How thoroughly he'd made her his, and how fast she'd forgotten her resolve.

  Keep him at arms length? That hadn't lasted long.

  Then she looked at him.

  Was it any wonder?

  "What happened to taking it slowly?" She glared at him.

  "Your cunt is on fire, you needed me."

  The room spun. She ’ 'd walked out on this man, and mere hours later he had her on her back with her legs open. "Maybe," she managed to say, "Maybe I'd be better off turning you away."

  She gave him a provocative stare.

  He answered by cupping her head, kissing her – with the taste of her orgasm on his tongue. His mouth was firm and persuasive, and when she moaned in protest his kiss became more aggressive. He thrust his tongue between her parting lips, slowly moving in and out. The action was rhythmic and slow and made her arch against him, her core alive with desire.

  Seized by desperation for more, she tore his shirt buttons open, dragged her fingernails across his chest then nuzzled the skin, brea
thing him in. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like an eternity, just as he'd said. His scent stirred her senses to delirium. "Lucas, wait…"

  "No." Groaning with lust, he tightened his grip on her hips. "I can't wait another moment." Again he squeezed her pussy, making her whimper in response. "You walked out on me. I need to be inside you."

  Gulping in air, she tried to deny him, to make him wait. It was crucial she reassert herself. She couldn't just let him charge in here and act as if nothing had gone wrong.

  But it was so hard to deny him, especially because she wanted him so badly. They were going to have to fuck, nothing surer. "Let's try to make it to the bed."

  She pushed him back, reached out for his hand and switched on the light in the stairwell, intending to lead the way. He hauled her back.

  "Sit down." It was a command.

  Everything about him was hard and strong and masterful. She dropped down to sit on the stairs, her hands clutching the edge of the step behind her. He pulled off his jacket and shirt. One look at his toned torso and she got wet all over again.

  She watched as he unzipped his fly and his cock bounced free, long and hard and thick. In the pit of her belly, she ached for it.

  "Open your legs."

  He intended to fuck her right here on the tiny staircase at the back of her shop. Her skin burned all over. But his command had melted any resistance she might have. She planted her hands on her knees, pivoted on her heels and swung her legs apart.

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom packet.

  She met his gaze. "Can we make it to the bed?"

  "No." He stared down at her while he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, then wrapped his fist around the shaft of his erection and began to ride it up and down. With the other hand he took a condom packet to his mouth where he ripped it open with his teeth.

  Naomi watched longingly as he sheathed his erection in rubber.

  Once it was on, he hauled the remaining shreds of her panties down her legs, murmuring incoherently under his breath as he did so. Then he pushed her thighs further apart with a demanding knee.

  The head of his cock pressed at her entrance. "I'm going to fuck you right up these stairs."

  Naomi moaned, loudly.

  The head of his cock nudged inside her, stretching her open, readying her. Her hips rolled, urging him on. He gave her the rest, an inch at a time.

  Filled, stretched and united with him, she all but fainted with pleasure. The steps were hard against her back. Her eyes closed, and when she opened them, she lifted her legs alongside his hips, her fingers locked over his shoulders. When he thrust again, completely filling her, she almost passed out with the intense wave of sensation it unleashed. Her sweet spot throbbed and swelled like a burning beacon.

  Arms braced against the steps either side of her head, he rode her, thrusting his wonderful cock in and out, the muscles in his arms roped, his expression marked with concentration.

  "Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see you when I make you come."

  It was too intense to meet his stare. She wriggled and moaned, and instinctively she begged. "Please, Lucas, please just fuck me. I need you."

  "No. I must see your eyes."

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, anchoring herself. His demands were too much, especially because she was lost to her lust for him. "I want sex," she managed to say. "Doesn't mean it's the right decision."

  He glared at her, grappled his hands under her bottom, and then thrust deeper still.

  "Oh God!" She tried to move but couldn't.

  He was so deeply embedded, it made her feel wild and edgy, then his thumb brushed back and forth over her clit and she cried out. She squeezed tight around his erection. Fluid ran down her slit and between her buttocks.

  "I'm going to come!" she blurted, wrapping her hands tight around his neck.

  His eyes flashed and a smile passed over his face while he worked the length of his cock in and out of her, that thumb on her clit making her experience acute, making every part of her full and richly pleasured. The muscles in his neck corded, all the while he studied her. Her body grew more supple by the moment. She locked her legs around him, her fingers digging deep into the stair carpet.

  Her sex went into spasm, and she clutched at his shoulders with feverish hands.

  "Look at me!" He wrapped one large palm around her throat. It tripped her higher still. He looked dangerously possessive, but it turned her on even more.

  "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. She was on fire. A second rolling orgasm hit. Juices ran down her thighs. She vibrated with sensation, hot, rhythmic spasms washing through her pelvis. "Oh, oh, oh...it's so good."

  Breathing hard, he drove into her over and again.

  "Here I come," he whispered huskily. His cock grew longer still, pressing hard against her cervix, jerking repeatedly.

  The sensation was so intense, it was closely bound up with pain, and it was so exquisite she knew she couldn't turn him away – couldn't refuse him anything.

  Chapter Two

  A distant sound awoke Lucas.

  Easing his head from the pillow, he tried to work out where the hell he was. He remembered, and smiled. He glanced at the empty space next to him and breathed in her scent. Naomi.

  The events of the day before flashed through his mind. He'd chased the length of the country to beg her to forgive his heavy handed attempt at winning her. They'd agreed to a week of dating. Long enough to prove their time together shouldn't be limited in any way, he hoped.

  Where was she? Downstairs, he guessed, hence the noise.

  Lucas yawned and looked around. The bedroom was tiny and cluttered with personal belongings. He'd been so focused on Naomi the night before he hadn't taken much notice of the surroundings – which had resulted in a bashed elbow and a near disaster with a bedside ornament. The space around the bed was limited and it was the narrowest double he'd ever had the misfortune to sleep in. He couldn't decide if it was a wide single or what. Naomi had spent the night draped over him, but that would have happened no matter how large the bed. He'd held her there, locked in place with one arm while he stroked her hair with his free hand.

  An old wooden wardrobe and dresser were wedged together along one wall. The wall facing the bed was painted with a fairy-tale like mural depicting an iron gateway with a picturesque glen beyond. It was too pretty for his liking, but it did the job of making the place feel more spacious than it was.

  The physical memory of her relinquishment to him the night before heated his blood rapidly. He was hard in an instant. He'd teased her long and hard and slow over the cabinets in her shop and he'd never been more grateful for it – because she'd let him back into her life and agreed to his compromise. He'd win her trust over the course of the week ahead if it was the last thing he did.

  They'd made love again later in the night, here in this tiny bed, and he'd held off coming for as long as he could – long enough to prove to himself she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The last thing he'd done the night before was sent a quick text message to Frank, the pilot he chartered for the company jet, to let him know he could return to base in London for the time being.

  He yawned again and stretched, his muscles stiff.

  Another sound alerted his senses. Someone was moving around downstairs and muttering to themselves. Then a screech sounded in the shop below.

  Lucas sat up, resting on one elbow as he listened out.

  "Who's there?" It was a female voice that bellowed out – a female with a broad Scottish accent. It wasn't Naomi's voice.

  Again Lucas wondered where she could be. He scratched his head.

  A loud bang followed.

  "Show yourself or I'll call the police," the Scottish woman shouted up the stairs.

  Police? Lucas groaned, threw back the bed cover, and glared at his erection. Waking up with thoughts of the night before had left him in a predicament, and by the sounds of the footsteps on the staircase he
had to move fast.

  He stood, reached out and grabbed his shirt from the wooden clothes horse where it had been thrown the night before, and covered his groin with it just as a small blonde woman pushed open the door and barged into the room. She held a long metal pole in one hand and it was raised like a weapon.

  "Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

  "I could ask you the same question." He raised his free hand in a sign of surrender, and smiled in attempt to show her she shouldn't feel threatened. Surely his state of nakedness would reveal the reason for his presence? "Is Naomi not about?"

  The woman narrowed her eyes. She looked him up and down and then let out a surprised laugh. "You're here with Naomi?"

  Lucas nodded, relieved his erection was quickly subsiding.

  "About time too…but she was supposed to be in London until this evening."

  The woman was tenacious, whoever she was, and despite her petite size, she looked as ready to pounce as a loyal hound on full alert.

  "Change of plans."

  More noises issued from downstairs followed by rapid footsteps on the stairs.

  "Megan?" Naomi joined the blonde woman in the doorway and her surprised stare moved from Lucas back to the woman at her side. Her eyes rounded. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Megan, I meant to text you last night to let you know I was back, but I…forgot."

  The woman called Megan lowered her weapon and laughed. "I can guess why you forgot," she said with a side-eye at Lucas.

  Naomi's face flushed. "I should've warned you I had company."

  When Naomi met his gaze, Lucas grew semi-hard again. Her lack of make up and messy hair showed off her elfin features. The jeans and a delicate white crochet top also made her look as if she'd just wandered out of that glen painted on her bedroom wall. She was a total woodland nymph. And she seemed dumbstruck at the sight of him all but naked in her tiny boudoir.

  Meanwhile the feisty blonde gesticulated with her metal rod and chatted away, relating her discovery, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for the three of them to be in the tiny space together.