Sensual
Seduction
The Complete
Collection
Volume 1 – 3
Copyright © 2012
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Copyright © 2012
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Warning: This work contains scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.
Table of Contents
A Permanent Break
Desperate Redhead
Playing with the Nurse
Matchmaking
The Dog Days of Summer
A Past That’s Best Forgotten
There’s No Place Like Home
In the Library
Taking Orders From the Boss
Sensual Seduction
Volume 1
Three Erotic Shorts
Vivian Duval
Sara Leigh
Elaine LaRue
A Permanent Break
By Vivian Duval
“Oops, there goes gravity,” I joke as our notebooks both hit the floor, spreading papers out in a fan on the cheap red and gold carpet that is clearly homesick for the 1970’s. Our investigative notes merge into the pile messing up both of our stories—a fitting motif for our personal and professional lives right now. “We just made a mess.”
“We’ll sort it out…” Daniel says reassuringly, his hungry mouth finding its way to my wanting breasts. “Later.”
Pushing me backwards on the cheap coverlet, his grasping hand has already found its way between my legs, his palm pushing against the top of my mound rubbing and enticing me to open my legs further so he can remove my panties in one solid yank. His body pushing and rippling against me starts that beautiful tension as I run my hands through his beautiful dark hair trying to press him even further against me. My legs wrap around him even though he is pulling back to slip down his pants. I feel the immediate loss of his connection as the jangling belt buckle raises its sweet music to my needing body.
“Can we at least take the time to remove this nasty bed cover?” I ask as I also rise to take off my skirt, blouse and underclothes. I try to use a light teasing tone about it. “It’s gross. Besides, I assume you paid for the whole hour.”
“It’s Super 8, Erika, I had to pay for the whole day,” he responds hurriedly with a tone made of equal parts jest and justification. “Anyways, we only have forty minutes left for lunch.”
I suppose any other woman would protest, but I am far past that point. Blinded, and apparently deafened, by love and desire, I prepare to lie back down on the grotesque cover but he reaches over and with a mighty pull rips it from the bed tossing it unceremoniously on the floor. My view of chivalry restored, I lay back and open my arms to receive him.
“Beautiful,” Daniel says as he looks at my body moments before landing on top of me. “Erika, you’re the hottest reporter on Southside. Hell, you’re the hottest one in the whole city.”
“Maybe I should hold out for the Eastern Seaboard,” I laugh as his compliments wash over me, wiping away all slights past and present. I pretend to close my legs but his hand on my thigh stops the movement.
“You got it,” he chuckles and leans down again, tweaking my nipple in his teeth while his reaching fingers begin their odyssey to prepare my body for his entry. I curl and coo underneath him feeling the warmth of his skin on top of mine, my back arching under the pull of his lips on my breasts turning my midsection into jelly. His entry is sudden, urgent, and without pause. He knows his way around my body better than I know it, and his rolling thrusts soon tune me to his rhythm.
I begin to ride the wave of his lust when the roughness of his thrusts jars me out of my pleasure coma and into an awareness of the desperate hard need he has for this act. His body is slapping against mine, his jaw clenched as he pushes into me with force and passion. Just as I am adjusting to the pounding of his need in me, I feel him leave my body, pulsing and empty, and then place his hands on my hips. He roughly turns me to the side then pulls my hips higher to position me the way he wants.
“Head down, butt up,” Daniel chuckles, giving my rear a quick slap before entering me from behind, his member delving deeply inside. “Damn, I love this.”
I reach out with my hands, holding on for dear life as he thrusts his way into my core. My breasts bobbing back and forth, my hips making warm handles for his hands as the sound of him slapping against my cheeks and the grunts of breath being pushed out of us fills the room. I feel my body tense and then he reaches around with one hand finding my swollen and aching clit. Pushing and pressuring it in rhythm with his commanding thrusts he sends me to the edge of the cliff. I hover there trying to hold on as I feel him growing and pulsing inside me. I want to wait, but I can’t. It’s too much. He has me where he wants me. He pushes me over the brink. I…let…go.
A few moments later his climax is buried deep inside me. With a satisfying gurgle of pleasure he releases me and I fall down on the bed, sweaty and fulfilled. He leans down and for a moment, a brief breath-taking moment, I think he is actually going to kiss me. He pulls in close to my face, I open my lips slightly to receive him.
“You have an eye shadow blob or something in your lashes, probably better check your make-up,” he says then pulls back. He doesn’t kiss me. He never kisses me.
“I might need a little help getting up,” I say, my breath finally returning to normal. “That was quite a workout.”
“I know,” Daniel replies appreciatively, his deep brown eyes following the length of my body. “I like it a little rough. Well…okay, I LOVE it a little rough.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” I respond, my voice thick with sarcasm. Our taunting back and forth has always been one of the best parts of our relationship at work, and in the bedroom. Well, honestly, the bedroom part isn’t a relationship; it’s an event…that happens a lot. His confidence and ability to catch my sarcastic offering and tweak it and throw it right back at me was addictive from the start. That, and his beautiful chiseled features, deep brown eyes, flawless jet black hair he swears he doesn’t color, and his triangular gym-sculpted chest, were the reasons that within six months of meeting Daniel Taylor, I fell deeply and hopelessly in love with him.
“If you get sick of the journalism biz, you should work for Harley Davidson,” Daniels calls from the bathroom as he does a quick wash-up job. “Because you are quite a ride.”
“So, does Elizabeth give you that much horsepower?” I ask, tempting fate. He just smiles and puts his pants back on. He bends over and paws through our papers pulling his out and leaving mine on the floor.
“Do you write in Greek or what?”
“It’s shorthand. That’s why my interview articles are better than yours. I can get everything down in half the time it takes your butcher block scrawl.”
“Maybe,” he says with a shrug. Then a naughty smile crosses his lips as he prepares to walk out of the hotel room and back into the working world. “But at least there’s nothing short about me.”
“Pig!” I call as he reaches the door and turns around, his dazzlin
g smile full of light and warmth.
“See you at the office,” he waves, then stops for a moment as his smile disappears and a disapproving scowl forms in its stead. “By the way, talking about Elizabeth is off limits. Don’t forget that.”
BAM! The sound echoes through this filthy illicit love nest. I’m not sure if it was him slamming the door or my heart hitting the pit of my stomach. Angrily, I rise from the bed and go about the business of putting myself together before walking into the office pretending nothing happened during my lunch break besides a salad and a diet Coke. Men have it so much easier in the repair department!
“Of course Elizabeth is off limits!” I say aloud to no one. Daniel’s precious princess of a fiancé can’t be talked about, thought about, asked about, or joked about. Saint Elizabeth sits alone on her pedestal complete as the beautiful, frigid object of Daniel’s future, but not his desire. I’m the object of his desire; or at least, his lust.
I fell in love with his wondrous body and smart charm not long after he got a city desk. I already had my windowed office as chief downtown reporter, and he quickly gained the office a few doors down as head of investigative. Since most things worth investigating happen downtown, we ended up working together. Soon I was emailing him notes, swapping little jokes and making myself available anytime, day or night, for questions or story review. Like a school girl with a crush, I would quiver at the slightest hint of him. The lingering scent of his cologne in the copy room, his initials on a sign-out sheet, or the chance to ride up in the elevator with him were all intoxicating to me.
His engagement was never a secret. Elizabeth’s picture is the first thing you see on his desk. Prim and proper with an overly trim waistline and waif-like face framed by mousy brown hair, she looked like a cross between a Victorian doll and a skeletal shipwreck survivor. Next to the picture sat an embroidered female handkerchief with a beautiful “E” on the corner. Seriously, who even sells those anymore? I knew my infatuation had turned to love when my powers of emotional denial grew so strong I started to believe the “E” stood for Erika and he was keeping the handkerchief there to remind himself he really wanted me.
My love for him was also never a big secret, apparently. Our jokes became more intimate, and the longer we worked together the more late night drinks and lingering walks to the metro we would take. His humor was bawdy and he treated me with casual ease.
Elizabeth is a restaurant consultant to five star establishments; teaching them everything from beautiful customer service skills to how to fold a napkin so it looks like a rose. I only met her once, after lunch, at a place she was opening. I nearly gagged when I saw the tender kiss Daniel gave her as we departed. I only met her that one time because Daniel never wanted to go to the places she was working. They were too “froo-froo” for him. So he says. He wanted to take me to beer halls, pizza joints and places that specialized in hot wings. I was his “buddy” and he was my heart’s desire.
Daniel’s wedding was getting closer and Elizabeth was pushing for plans, dates, and honeymoon reservations. I’m not sure if his feet got cold or her passion refused to get hot. She always looked like the act of lovemaking would snap her in half like a twig. He put the brakes on the whole thing and told her he needed time. She took a six month job at an opening gourmet food franchise across the country and they agreed to revisit the engagement when she got back. He showed up at my house that night with pizza and case of Blue Moon.
“Got a little freedom, thought I’d have a party,” he drawled supporting my theory that the case of Blue Moon was already half empty. He told me about the break, and how it was good to have time to think about things. The night ended in fiery love making that left my soul aflame and my insides sore for a few days. He passed out soon after completion, but I was awake all night smiling and picturing what a stunning breakfast I would make for him in the morning so he would get an image of the perfect life we could have together. But, it was not to be.
In the morning, he woke up, looked at his watch and started for the door. He called into the kitchen where I was making way too many eggs and shattered my domestic fantasy with a few words.
“So you know,” he said factually. “It’s just sex.”
“I know,” I answered from my place by the stove. I didn’t let him see my face or the tears streaming down it.
Eventually, I came around to the idea of a casual relationship. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it was better than nothing. Saint Elizabeth can keep her fancy pants handkerchiefs and debutant style. She doesn’t know the grit of the streets he works in, or the needs he brings to bed at night. She doesn’t deserve him, and I’m going to give him everything he has coming. I might just be his lover, but at least I’m getting his love.
The calendar is now my enemy. I used to use it to mark appointments, assignments and dinner dates with Daniel. Those were small spaces encrypted with “D
The Foreign Services desk is open again. I’ve been offered it twice before and turned them down both times, citing my love for running the city desk and hiding the fact I knew the job would take me to another office and far away from Daniel. The last two Foreign Services writers have been promoted to top administration. All the employees call that desk, “Heaven’s waiting room.” I decide to drop by Daniel’s office to get a little drop of my addiction and to forget that I was letting my dream job go once more. It’s a small price to pay, really, for love.
“I know it won’t be long, and I can’t wait to see you,” Daniel cooed to the phone as I walked into his office closing the door behind me. It wasn’t hard to tell he was talking to Elizabeth. “I gotta go, baby. Erika just walked in.” Daniel waves at me.
“Elizabeth says hi,” he has the nerve to say, smiling. I produce a fake smile and nod politely. He goes back to their conversation, actually making kissing noises into the phone. “Be safe, honey. I love you.”
“I can’t get you to kiss me on the lips, and you kiss the phone for HER?” I seethe. Jealousy is an unbecoming suit but sometimes it’s all I have to wear.
“Erika, Ba-Derika. Don’t be mad at me, babe. She’s a long way from home.” Daniel crosses the room, approaching me with a confident swagger and backing me against the wall. “Besides, kissing is for love birds. What we have is for fun.”
“Well, a little love might be fun sometimes too,” I grumble. He pushes against me revealing his current desire. My knees tremble a bit, and I melt inside, my body instinctively obeying my heart’s desire.
“Then let’s find a compromise. I promise to love it while we have fun.” He reaches down, unzips his pants, and begins to search under my skirt for the rim of my panties. “Thank god, you don’t wear hose.”
I reach out to kiss him as he fondles and prepares me, but he turns his head, allowing me to nuzzle his neck. His hands do their work so completely that I am ready for his clumsy rough entry as he pushes me back against the wall. Feeling him open me and lodge himself inside moving slightly I curve my back and use my hips to thrust against him. He fills my body and need in a way I can’t explain and I curve toward him. I feel weightless as he holds me up – his strong arms bracing me for the rough thrusts that rock me again and again. It’s a fast, pounding experience and I am lost in the power and frenzy as he takes me. I feel him pulse too quickly for me to catch up. His thrusts, once fast and smooth, were now slow halting forward presses into the center of my being becoming more deliberate, more enveloping, and more primal.
I abandon my own thoughts of climax and ride out the pleasure. I get speared at the end of his swollen member until my lips, still on his neck, feel his muscles tensing and readyi
ng for him to release.
“Oh,” he gasps as air forms a whispering wind through his teeth. I float away on the breeze feeling his seed deep in me.
Before I can turn his cheek and steal a kiss, he pulls away, reaches to his bookshelf and hands me some Kleenex to clean up the evidence. It is the most unromantic gesture in modern history. But I fool myself into believing he’s just worried about my reputation and wants to make me comfortable. When we are cleaned up and sitting on opposite sides of his desk enjoying a moment of bliss, I bring up the new job and the editorial board meeting.
“That’s such a great opportunity, Erika. You should take it,” Daniel advises.
“But it means we would never see each other. The Foreign desk is in the corporate headquarters across town and has nothing to do with investigations or city.”
“Still, if you want to move up, you’ve got to give up some things. That’s the way the food chain works. You don’t want to be city editor forever, do you?”
“So you’re saying sacrificing our time together is worth getting this job?”
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