Seduce Me

by Kelly Elliott

  Charlie only wanted me to help save her own ass. She needed my help in becoming a successful businesswoman and holding onto her father’s company. I was a pawn in the game she played.

  “Explain it to me, Charlie.”

  She sighed. “Can I at least make myself a drink? It’s been a hell of a few days.”

  My heart ached for her. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her to lose both of her parents and then find out she had to marry some dude in order to run the company she had given up everything for. My feeling of sorrow for her quickly turned when I forced myself to remember what I had heard on the tape from my office. Charlie’s plans to seduce me were for one reason only.

  “Want something?” she asked, pulling me away from my thoughts.

  “Bottled water, please.”

  She reached in, got a bottle of water out, and set it on the island while she walked over to put water on for tea.

  “Why did you really come downstairs dressed like that?” I asked, stepping closer to her.

  A look of pure fear covered her face the closer I got. I was positive she saw the look of hunger in my eyes. She clearly wasn’t feeling as bold as she was this morning when she had walked into my kitchen with nothing on but my damn T-shirt. I liked having the tables turned.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a shaky voice. This didn’t sound like the same woman who had put the asshole on the phone in his place. This sounded like the scared girl I had fallen in love with back in college. The same girl who had ripped my heart out and walked away from me without so much as a second glance because her career was more important than giving a relationship with me a try.

  “I’m picking up where we left off this morning.”

  Her lip twitched; I knew she was hiding a smile.

  “The moment is long over.”

  My brow lifted. “Is it? Doesn’t look like it based on the hardness of your nipples.”

  Charlie glanced down and then folded her arms over her chest.

  “We’re not in your house,” she stated.

  “So?” I moved closer to her.

  “And I’m not sitting on a kitchen island with my legs wrapped around you.”

  Smirking, I added, “Minor details.”

  “I’m not naked.”

  “I can fix that.”

  Charlie finally let a grin move over her face. “What are we doing, Tucker?”

  The brave woman who tried to seduce me this morning was long gone. It was up to me to turn the tables on her and see how far I could get her to go.

  “We’re about to fuck, Charlie.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, so romantic.”

  When I finally made it to her, I lifted my hand and placed it on the side of her face. Her eyes widened at the touch, and I tried like hell to ignore the rip of energy that raced through my body.

  “Do you want me to be romantic, Charlie? Do you want me to seduce you? I’ll romance the shit out of you if that’s what you want.”

  Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “You’re confusing me.”

  “What’s so confusing about what we are about to do?”

  Sucking her lip between her teeth, her eyes met mine.

  Finally, her chin lifted and a spark filled her baby blues. “Romance is for pussies.”

  That was the Charlie I knew and loved.

  Loved.

  Jesus, could I do this? Closing my eyes, I thought about that morning I woke up to her note. How she had acted like nothing had happened between us.

  The anger rushed into my heart.

  Opening my eyes, I smirked. “Then fucking it is.”

  Her chest heaved with each breath. I was almost afraid to move, praying like hell this wasn’t a dream, and I was really about to sink into the woman of my dreams again. Literally. Scratching a seven-year itch that had been a long time in the making. She was in my dreams all the time. Even when I had been dating other women and slept next to them, Charlie always filled my dreams.

  More like haunted them.

  The corners of her mouth rose into a smirk. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”

  Leaning in, I brushed my lips across hers. “One would be nice.”

  Her tongue slid over her soft pink lips before her eyes went from my mouth to my intense gaze. She struggled with something internally.

  “We should talk first,” she said with a shaky voice.

  “About?”

  Her eyes closed and she seemed to be trying to get a hold of her emotions.

  “I need … there’s something I need to tell you. Ask you, really.”

  When her eyes opened, her gaze fell to my mouth.

  “Tell me you don’t want me, Charlie. Because I can feel this between us. Fuck, it never left. We’ve just been stupid and ignored it.”

  Her expression was unsure. I ran my tongue along my lower lip and then pulled my lip in between my teeth. Charlie’s breath hitched. I remembered she told me that weekend how sexy she thought it was when I did that.

  “We … should talk …”

  “The only talking I want to hear from you in the next few minutes is you telling me to fuck you harder.”

  Her chest heaved. I placed my hands on either side of her, gripping onto the counter, caging her in.

  Charlie’s eyes were filled with conflict. It should have been a damn warning, but it fueled me on instead.

  She slowly shook her head and whispered, “I’m … I’m supposed to be seducing you.”

  My brow lifted. “Does it really matter? Tell me right now, Charlie. Tell me what you want.”

  She pressed her lips tightly together before she finally whispered, “I want you, Tucker. I’ve never not wanted you.”

  Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Finally.”

  THE ROOM FELT like it was tilting from side to side. What in the hell was happening?

  Note to self: Tucker is better at this whole seducing thing than I am.

  When he lifted his hand behind him and pulled his shirt off, I nearly fell to the floor. His body had been amazing seven years ago, and I’d seen him without his shirt on since. But now, with my mind thinking only about sex, I was dying to have him inside of me. My eyes ravaged his beautiful body.

  Sweet Jesus. How often did this guy work out? His muscles seemed to have muscles.

  “Keep eye-fucking me like that, Charlie, and I’m going to come before I even get to pump a few times inside of you.”

  “Jesus,” I whispered. When did he become a dirty talker? I liked it. A hell of a lot more than I should.

  Lily’s voice decided now would be the perfect time to enter my mind. Her telling me to be honest with Tucker. Tell him I needed to marry someone to keep the position within my company. But would he go along with it? Would he do this for me even when I hurt him so bad all those years ago?

  He seemed to be over it and with the way he tried to rip my clothes off, I started to think seducing him would be easier than I had initially thought. Hell, he was the one who came over here after this morning. Clearly he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “Christ, baby, I need to be inside of you.”

  When his hand slipped into my cotton pants and then my panties, my mind went blank. The only thing I could think about was his fingers slipping inside me while he held my other leg up, opening me up to him more.

  I moaned when he coated his fingers and rubbed his thumb on my throbbing clit.

  “You’re so wet. Tell me you want me, Charlie. You have to say it or this train needs to come to a full stop.”

  I nodded frantically. “Yes,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his bare back.

  “I want you too,” he breathed against my neck before placing light kisses all along my neck.

  My body was beginning to tighten and I knew if he kept it up, I’d be coming any second.

  “Tucker, oh God!” I cried out, my hips rolling against his hand, trying to get him to push with just the right pressure.

&nbs
p; “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you call out my name when you come.”

  “So … close!” I whimpered. When he pressed his mouth to mine and pumped his fingers faster inside of me, I lost it. I moaned into his mouth, my body shaking and climaxing from one of the best orgasms I’d had in years. Holy fucking hell … that was just from his fingers.

  “I need to have my mouth on you,” Tucker said, pulling his fingers out of me and picking me up. My body felt limp as he carried me from the kitchen to the sofa.

  “Can anyone see in?” he asked.

  My head was spinning, so it took me a few moments to realize he was talking about all the windows in my apartment.

  “No. No … only at night.”

  Tucker set me down and steadied me before he lifted my T-shirt over my head. He growled when he saw my lace bra. Thank God I’d put on a push-up bra. Judging by the way he was staring at my breasts, I’d have to say Tucker approved.

  Note to self: Buy more sexy lingerie. Tucker likes.

  He dropped to his knees and pulled my favorite pair of cotton pants off of me. Then he slowly pulled off my lace boy-short panties. I stood there with nothing but my bra on.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  His words made my chest tighten. They’d been the same whispered words seven years ago. It began to feel like a repeat of that weekend. Except this time, I couldn’t afford to run away even though I started to feel a sense of panic rush through my body.

  I had stronger feelings for Tucker now than I did back then, and it was very clear to me the risks of the game I was playing. But he wanted me too. After all, he was the one who came over here and started to seduce me, so it was okay. He made the move on me.

  Yeah. To pick up what you started this morning. I couldn’t forget that. When he pushed me down onto my sofa, I tried to catch my breath. He was going down on me, and I almost exploded from the anticipation of that alone. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. How long had it been?

  Stop this, Charlie. Stop. This. Now.

  He slowly spread my legs apart, and I sat there watching his face as he gazed at me. Not just me. Me down there. The way he swallowed hard and licked his lips had me letting out a soft moan. No man had ever studied me like this. It was like he was waging an internal war with wanting to just stare at my nether region or devour it.

  I was voting on the second. I was about to come again just thinking about what he was about to do to me.

  He didn’t give me much time to think about it because he dove in, his tongue licking through my folds and flicking my overly sensitive clit.

  “Shit!” I cried out, nearly jumping off the sofa.

  Tucker’s hands gripped my hips and he held me in place as he licked, sucked, and bit at my pussy. I tried like hell to pull back some, but he had me seated firmly. I did the only thing I knew to do—I gripped his hair with my hands and slowly rolled my hips against his face, drawing out every ounce of how good this felt.

  Jesus, where is your self-control, Charleston? Get it together.

  Another orgasm was building, and I arched my back and screamed out his name.

  “Tucker! I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming.”

  Stars exploded in the room. My body trembled as wave after wave of pure delight rolled over me.

  Before I knew it, I was turned and lying on the sofa with Tucker leaning over me.

  “You fucking drive me insane, Charlie.”

  Gasping for air, I responded, “Ditto, Tucker.”

  Tucker pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue. At first, I wanted to push him away. I’d never let a guy kiss me after oral sex. But instead, I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer, deepening the kiss. He moaned, I moaned, and then I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance.

  “Yes,” I hissed. As I wrapped my legs around him, I pulled him closer to me, causing the tip of his head to push inside of me.

  “Charleston,” he whimpered. The sound of my name off his lips made me lift my hips. He couldn’t go anywhere but deeper inside, and that’s exactly where I needed him right then.

  “Fuck me, Tucker. Please … fuck me.”

  He pushed the rest of the way inside of me, causing me to let out a loud yelp. When he stilled, he pulled back and looked at me. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded and bit down on my lip, trying to ignore how the size of him pushing into me felt like he had just ripped me in two.

  “I forgot how big you were, and it’s sort of been a while since I’ve been with anyone.”

  Tucker smiled and then kissed me gently. Our pace slowed down and as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in even slower, I felt my body melt into the sofa.

  “Feels. So. Damn. Good.” Tucker was breathy, his mouth pressing light kisses along my jawline.

  My fingers moved lightly over his chiseled back as we moved in perfect unison.

  “Tucker,” I whispered his name as if he was the most precious thing in the world to me. And maybe in a way he was. I denied my feelings for this man for so long; I wanted to stop denying them. I wanted him. All of him.

  “Charleston, baby, I can’t … you feel too good, and I’m fighting to not lose control. Are you almost there, baby?”

  He pulled back and our eyes met. The slow pace of his lovemaking was messing with my heart. I needed him to let go; this was feeling too real. Too much like that fateful weekend.

  “I am. Lose control. I need you to lose control. Please.”

  Tucker closed his eyes and leaned up. He grabbed my legs, moved them over his chest and shoulders, and started to do exactly what I had asked him to do.

  The sounds of our bodies smacking together and our breathy moans filled my living room. It was carnal, raw, and sexy as hell.

  When Tucker moved his hand between us and pressed on my clit, I came undone.

  “Tucker!” I screamed, my body pulsing as my orgasm took over.

  “Jesus, I’m coming, baby, hold on.”

  I watched as Tucker fell apart. His face showed exactly how good this felt, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. The expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy, and the power that gave me knowing I was the one who was putting that pleasure on his face was enough to make me come again.

  The next thing I knew, Tucker was over my body, barely able to hold himself off me as we attempted to catch our breath.

  “Fucking hell, Charlie.”

  My chest tightened. Sex with Tucker was the best sex I’d ever had. And the fact that he was the only man to ever call me by my real name during sex also played around with my heart and head.

  Could I do this? Seduce this man and somehow get him to marry me, then spend the next year pretending I wanted to stay married? Putting on a show for whom? A bunch of old men who needed me to somehow prove to them I could run my own goddamn company?

  The thing that scared me the most was … would I really be putting on a show?

  “Hey,” he whispered, kissing me lightly on the forehead. “Are you okay? You seem a little lost.”

  Pushing the stupid problem out of my head, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m more than okay. I’m blissfully happy, sedated, and completely relaxed.”

  “Thoroughly fucked?” he asked while lifting a brow.

  “Yes. You’re a lot better than my vibrator.”

  Tucker laughed and it was then we both froze. He was still inside of me, and I could feel the warmth of his cum trickle down my thighs.

  “Fuuuck!” he cried out as he jumped up and looked down. We’d forgotten a condom.

  His hands grabbed at his hair, and he let out a string of curse words.

  “I’ve never in my goddamn life forgotten a condom.”

  I smiled. “The anticipation of being inside of me throw off your game?”

  He glared at me and my smile faded. I should have been upset, and I was. I had no real idea of how many women Tucker had slept with, but a weird part of me loved how he was so lost in me he’d forgotten just lik
e I had. It was too late now to freak out about it. So, if he was going to play that role, I’d play the other.

  “Tucker, it’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’ve only been with two guys since you, and it’s been a while since Josh. I’ve been tested.”

  Tucker froze, then slowly turned and looked at me. “Two guys? That’s it?”

  My heart dropped. I’d seen Tucker with different women, but I had always pretended to think he didn’t sleep with all them.

  “Please don’t tell me some crazy insane number that’s going to make me feel sick to my stomach. Please.”

  A slight smile cracked his lips open some. “Four. And the last one was Gina, and that was a few months back. I’ve been to the doctor since, and I’m clean.”

  My brow lifted. “Four women in seven years. I guess that’s not too bad; it’s better than twenty, right?”

  Tucker shook his head and glanced down. “Bathroom?”

  “Down the hall and the third door on the right.”

  “Don’t move, I’ll come back and clean you up.”

  His thoughtfulness made my chest squeeze. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trick him into marrying me.

  Not Tucker.

  He walked back in, a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth went dry. When he dropped down and gently cleaned me with a warm washcloth, I nearly came again.

  Then he slipped his fingers inside me. “Charlie, you’re soaking wet again.”

  “You’re turning me on with the damn washcloth. I’ve never had a man do that before.”

  He lifted a brow. “Wash you after sex?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  Then he reached down and picked me up into his arms. “Bedroom?”

  “Very last door down the hall on the right.”

  Tucker soon had me calling out his name as he pounded into me again. He’d asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom and since neither one of us had one, we decided to go bareback again.