Sensual Seduction: The Complete Collection (3 Volumes)

by LaRue, Elaine

  Amanda walked across the soft carpeting and stood in front of Stephen, waiting until he realized she was here. She’d learned the hard way that trying to shake him out of his musical reverie would jolt him right into a bad mood. She clasped her hands in front of her, holding the tie where he could see it, and took in his appearance to list what needed to be changed before dinner. Stephen’s shirt was rumpled, but it was probably the way he was slouching in the chair. Amanda had given him a fresh one to put on after lunch, so it was probably still fine. He would have to endure a quick shave, though, and run a comb through his hair.

  Amanda couldn’t deny that her employer was handsome, though she was more used to looking for his flaws so she could quickly correct them. Looks were key in his industry, and if he showed up to a meeting with spinach stuck between his teeth or a mussed collar, it could completely throw off the client’s impression of Stephen’s business dealings. Amanda prided herself in ensuring that Stephen was on time, his exterior was impeccable, and that he had everything he needed in order to do what needed to be done.

  And if he didn’t open his eyes soon, Stephen was going to have to rush to make dinner. Amanda cleared her throat, but Stephen didn’t even twitch. Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the room to figure out what his headphones were plugged into. Ah, there. Stephen balanced an mp3 player on his lap. Amanda padded forward and reached tentatively to the device. Just as she was about to finger the controls to lower the volume, Stephen’s eyes popped open and he grabbed her wrist.

  Amanda gasped. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “But you can’t be late for your dinner appointment.”

  Stephen grinned and removed his headphones. “I’d be late for everything if it wasn’t for you,” he said, letting go of her wrist. Amanda dropped the tie in his lap and briskly walked over to his desk, trying to still her pounding heart. Why had he scared her so bad? she wondered. She should be used to his shenanigans by now. Amanda pulled an electric razor and a comb from a caddy within one of Stephen’s drawers and brought them to him. He frowned. “Five o’clock shadow that bad?” he asked, rubbing his face.

  “Bad enough to look unprofessional at your client dinner in 30 minutes,” Amanda said.

  “You never stop, do you?” Stephen mused, flipping the shaver on and over his chiseled jaw.

  “It’s my job to make sure you’re presentable,” Amanda said simply, declining to rise to the bait. Stephen was always trying to get her to show some kind of emotion, but Amanda took her responsibilities extremely seriously. She was good at what she did and shunned any distractions.

  Stephen handed Amanda the razor and dragged the comb through his hair. “What a job,” he sighed, re-parting his hair and continuing to ease out the small tangles. “Did you know that you’ve accrued two-straight months of vacation since you’ve been here?”

  “I did not.” Amanda returned the comb and razor to the desk caddy and collected Stephen’s old tie. She noticed a small spot on it and made a mental note to add it to the pile of dry cleaning she was going to drop off on her way home.

  “You never take time off, Amanda,” Stephen said, quickly tying a slightly crooked knot with the striped tie. He stood to leave but Amanda stopped him with a shake of the head.

  She loosened the tie and expertly executed a perfect knot. “If it’s a problem, I’ll take time off,” she said curtly.

  “Of course it’s not a problem,” Stephen answered, opening a large wardrobe and checking his appearance in the inner mirror. “You probably got so good at tying ties from remaking all of my foul-ups,” he said, mostly to himself. He retrieved his suit jacket from a hanger and shrugged it on. “Why don’t you ever meet up with friends?”

  Amanda shrugged simply, eager to deflect Stephen’s attention off her. “The nature of my job doesn’t really make it easy to do so.” Stephen looked a little guilty, which she hated to see. “But it doesn’t matter,” she quickly added. “I like my job. It makes me feel good to be useful to you.”

  Stephen brightened. “You are useful,” he agreed. “Much more than that. Irreplaceable.” Stephen cocked his head at her. “You’re very attractive, you know.” Amanda blushed and stared at the ground. “I’m sure you’ve been on plenty of dates recently. How could men resist?”

  Her blush deepened and she laughed mirthlessly, desperate to talk about something else. “Men are a waste of time — well, no offense,” she swiftly corrected. “Most men are a waste of time.”

  “May I ask you to expound?”

  Amanda glanced at her wristwatch and gulped. “Only if you do it on the way down to the car,” she said, hustling him out of his office. Once they were in the elevator, she relaxed a bit. There was still plenty of time before the dinner appointment. Stephen wouldn’t be late on her watch.

  “So why are most men a waste of time?” he asked, bemusement painting his face.

  “Most men don’t know how to treat a woman,” she said haughtily. “They don’t think they need to be serious.”

  “And how do you want to be treated?” Stephen asked with eyebrows raised.

  “I just want someone to hold open a door for me every once in a while,” Amanda said, holding the elevator door open for him. He tipped an imaginary hat her way and left the building.

  On the way back up to her office, Amanda let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Stephen definitely had a casual leadership style, but this flirting was igniting something strange insider her. Even her own behavior shocked her. Amanda was a thoroughly liberated woman. Did she really need someone to hold the door open for her?

  Amanda sat in her office chair and rested her chin on her fists. What was Stephen’s game besides trying to rile her up? Amanda couldn’t figure it out. She entertained a brief trail of thought that had her and Stephen going to dinner instead of Stephen and his client. They’d sit at the best table in the restaurant, deep in conversation and strangers to their surroundings. Maybe Stephen would ask her again what she wanted in a man. Amanda would try to describe someone with similar features and mannerisms as him just to see what Stephen would say. The physical attraction would start small — a teasing smile, an errant brushing of hands. Then, Stephen would slip his hand beneath the tablecloth and rest it atop her knee, just below the hem of her dress. Amanda bit her lip, imagining his hand crawling higher, creeping up her knee and thigh. Their conversation would remain light, but in that room full of people, he would ghost his fingers over the edge of her dampening panties, oh-so-lightly brushing her secret spot, taking her right to the edge and leaving her there. Amanda wouldn’t know if she wanted him to finish her, if she could control her climax in front of all those people, or if she could control herself if he didn’t finish her.

  The ringing phone penetrated her fantasy. It was another client who wanted to reschedule a meeting for later on in the week. Amanda took in a shaky breath and made the necessary changes to Stephen’s schedule. Was she attracted to her boss?

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  The next day, Stephen called Amanda to his office so she could brief him about the next few days. She found herself actually nervous, as if he would be able to tell that he was the subject of one of her sexual fantasies.

  “Good morning, Amanda,” Stephen said brightly as she entered his office.

  “Hello.” She sat down in a chair across from him and opened the schedule across her knees. “I took the liberty of making sure your morning was free. Hopefully you’ll be able to recharge from your late night with the client.”

  “That’s very thoughtful of you,” Stephen said. Amanda paused for a moment, taking in his sandy hair and friendly blue eyes. Life would become very complicated if she were attracted to her boss, Amanda acknowledged to herself. She rolled her neck back and forth, trying to ease the building tension in her muscles. Stephen leaned forward in his chair, concern etched on his handsome face. “Amanda? Are you okay?”

  She inhaled sharply, angry that she had gotten lost in her thoughts. “I’m fine,” she lied. “I just
woke up with a crick in my neck.”

  Stephen gave a sympathetic wince. “Here, let me see what I can do.” Before Amanda could stop him, he stood up and moved behind her chair. His hands were firm but gentle, sweeping her hair to the side before pressing into the muscles at the base of her neck. He really knew how to use those hands, she mused to herself, unable to keep her head from lolling as he massaged the nape of her neck and her shoulders. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch to bring Amanda sheer pleasure. Tiny sighs escaped her lips as he kneaded more powerfully. Amanda’s heart jumped to her throat when she realized he was raining kisses down upon her tender skin.

  She quivered with arousal. Amanda tipped her head to the side to allow Stephen better access to her collarbone and throat. He held her chin gently with one hand and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His nibbles drove out Amanda’s whimpers. He bathed her skin with his tongue. When Amanda raised her hands to run her fingers through his hair, Stephen grabbed her wrists. His nibbles got more aggressive, and Amanda began to softly yelp at the onslaught.

  Taking her wrists in one hand, Stephen reached down and fondled her breasts roughly through her shirt with the other. Amanda keened, aching to reciprocate his touches, but Stephen’s grip on her hands only tightened. The thought that her coworkers were milling around just a few feet away filled Amanda with an erotic pleasure she’d never known before.

  Stephen dragged his free hand down her front and forced her legs wide apart. Amanda caught a glance of herself in the armoire mirror across the room — her mouth a perfect “O” — just as Stephen pushed his hand under her skirt. Amanda had a moment to think about her previous fantasy of him — gentle fingers crawling toward the juncture between her legs — before he hooked a finger beneath her panties and yanked them aside. He slid a second finger up and down her velvety lips.

  “Are you getting wet for me?” he murmured against her ear, the closeness of his voice sending pleasurable vibrations shimmying down her spine. Amanda arched her back, breathing harshly as he plunged a finger into her depths.

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered, starved for contact. Seeming to sense her frustration, Stephen released her wrists and withdrew. When Amanda stood and turned around, he had whipped out his tie and was unbuckling his belt.

  “Take your panties off and get on the floor,” he commanded. Thrilled at the directness of his demands, Amanda slipped off her underwear without protesting. She knelt on the carpet, still in her work clothes, but feeling the thrill of her skirt’s material caressing her newly bare skin. Stephen walked around the chair, dangling his tie in front of her. Amanda’s eyes widened at his impressive member standing erect from his unfastened pants. Stephen joined her on the floor, but before she could touch him, he encircled her hands with the neckwear and tied her securely to the legs of the chair in front of her. The knots forced her hands so close to the chair that she had to rest her elbows on the floor, sticking her derriere up high. Instead of feeling embarrassed, Amanda felt completely kinky, her heart pounding as she anticipated Stephen’s touch. She didn’t have long to wait — he unceremoniously hiked her skirt up and ruthlessly filled her up. Her juices of arousal eased the rough entrance, but Amanda was beginning to understand that she liked it forceful. Stephen started to pump his turgid length in and out of Amanda, squeezing her buttocks and slapping them. Her face against the carpet, Amanda groaned. Stephen grabbed her by the hips and set a brutal pace, pumping wildly and grunting. The angle of his sex rubbed a special spot deep within Amanda, building a screaming pressure that forced her to bury her moans into the rug. She came explosively, coating Stephen in her liquids while sobbing out her climax, trying to stay quiet. With a low groan, Stephen reciprocated, driving his hot cream into her throbbing body. He pulled out and fell to the ground beside her, his blue eyes taking in the sight of her sated and still tied up. Stephen quickly loosened the necktie and Amanda sat in a more comfortable position.

  “Your next meeting is at 1,” she said when she could speak again. She yanked her panties on, picked up Stephen’s schedule, and left him panting on the floor.

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  The next morning, Amanda arrived to work early — earlier than Stephen would get there. She needed some time to gather her composure. Amanda was still having trouble processing what she’d done with her boss the previous day. How she had made it the remainder of the day with the rug burn on her knees and the chafing on her wrists was beyond her. Why was Stephen so rough with her? She asked herself. The bigger question might be why she liked him being so rough with her. Reflecting on their tryst was enough to make Amanda instantly wet. It had been so hot.

  She jumped as her phone rang. It was Stephen, but it was his office number. Was he already here, too? Amanda answered cautiously. “Yes?”

  “Amanda, please meet me in my office,” Stephen said formally.

  “I’ll be right there,” she replied automatically, replacing the phone on the cradle. Why had he sounded so impersonal? Did he regret what they did? Amanda hoped not. She walked across the hall and knocked on the door. When Stephen called for her to enter, she pushed it open, feeling no small amount of dread.

  “Good morning. Please sit down,” Stephen said, indicating the chair she had been sitting in when everything started the previous day. Amanda eased herself down and waited expectantly. “About last night. Do you regret it?”

  “I do not,” Amanda said firmly. “Do you?”

  “Not now,” Stephen said, grinning. “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’m ready for another round,” Amanda said, returning his smile. Stephen locked the door and shed his clothes. Amanda unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. Once they were both naked, they stood there, soaking in each other’s presence. Amanda hadn’t had a chance the previous session to really admire Stephen’s body. It was impressive — ripples of muscle just beneath the skin, that gorgeous shaft of his. Stephen sat down on the chair and held his arms out to her. She sat astride, his length nestled between her cheeks, as she took his face in her hands and kissed him. “What, no bondage sex this time?” she asked, giving a theatrical pout.

  “Maybe next time,” Stephen said, laughing. He lifted her up by her hips, settling her inch-by-inch on his member. Amanda breathed hard, the sensation of being slowly filled to the brim almost agonizing. She longed to simply drive herself down, but Stephen held her hips firmly, prolonging the sweet torture. When he was fully sheathed, he nuzzled her breasts, which were right at face level. Amanda sighed with pleasure, stroking his sandy hair. Now that she could touch him, she couldn’t seem to get enough. She raked her nails down his back and along his arms. With his help, Amanda began bouncing, sliding up and down his steel. Her breasts wobbled wildly and Stephen playfully caught a nipple between his teeth, rolling it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. Amanda moaned luxuriously, tossing her head and gripping the arms of the chair to keep her balance. She quickly found the right rhythm, each movement strumming a chord deep within her, the music of its pleasure emanating from her center. With every slick thrust, Amanda got closer and closer to her goal. Stephen gripped her buttocks tightly, sensing the approach of her orgasm. With a long whine that longed to be a scream, Amanda came, her inner muscles clenching and clutching at Stephen’s shaft. He joined her in climax, driving her down powerfully against his flesh and moaning. In the waning throes of their pleasure, they remained connected, Amanda still impaled upon Stephen.

  “This probably calls for a raise,” Stephen panted, his chest heaving.

  Amanda withdrew shakily, staggering back to sit in another chair. “Just a weekend off will be fine,” she said.

  “Of course,” Stephen said after a slight pause. “Anything.”

  “A weekend off with you,” Amanda clarified.

  Stephen grinned. “See if you can pencil yourself in.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  he Complete Collection (3 Volumes)