Temptation

by K. M. Scott

  But at that moment, I so wished it would be. He’d barely touched me, and I wanted him so badly. No, I wanted Cash, but for tonight, this man would be him, at least in my mind.

  I sat on the barstool he’d led me to and sensed him move around me. His warm breath slid over the skin on my neck, making every hair stand at attention. Never before had I been so aware of another person near me. My hands ached to reach out and touch him to learn more about the man who already had such an effect on me, but I had the surest sense that wasn’t allowed until he said it was.

  He stood in front of me, and I imagined him silently watching me. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Fulfilling fantasies was his job, but this was all new to me. I licked my lips to moisten them as my nervousness made my mouth as dry as cotton and I heard him exhale. Then he touched my cheek and instantly I felt lightheaded. The pad of his thumb traced a line from just under my cheekbone to the swell of my bottom lip I’d just licked with my tongue and as his finger reached the corner of my mouth, his fingernail grazed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as he moved his hand away.

  I listened as the sound of his shoes hitting the floor signaled he’d moved around behind me. Tensing my muscles, I waited for him to touch me again, desperate to feel his skin on mine once more. My mind swirled with thoughts of Cash as the man there with me. For the first time, I let myself fantasize about him without fear.

  This was a fantasy room, after all.

  Without realizing it, I relaxed as I imagined what being with Cassian March would be like. Eyes closed behind the blindfold, I let my mind’s eye create images of how he looked out of those expensive suits, his muscular body revealed just for me. As I enjoyed my private fantasy, the man behind me softly pushed my hair off to my left shoulder and pressed his lips against my neck. His mouth was warm and gentle on my skin, and an involuntary moan escaped from my throat when I felt his hand moved around to stroke the column of my neck.

  I lifted my chin, needy to feel him touch me more, and deliberately his fingers squeezed my flesh ever so lightly. Fear spiked inside me at the fact that his hand, so big and strong, could crush my windpipe in one swift move if he chose, but his touch was gentle, if insistent. I was his to control, not hurt.

  He moaned low and quiet near my ear, sending a shockwave straight to my core. I had no idea who he was, what he looked like, or even what he sounded like when he said my name, but at that moment if he had wanted me I would have willingly given myself to him. I knew it was foolish, but that didn’t change how I felt.

  His thumb rubbed against my neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touched. Then just as I thought I couldn’t take another instant of his teasing touch, he moved his hand away and I heard him walk around me again. I sat there confused why he’d stopped. Our time couldn’t be up yet.

  Swiveling my head left and right to try to get a sense of what was going on, I caught a hint of his cologne. Vaguely familiar, I’d never smelled anything more delicious in my life. I wanted to fill my nostrils with that masculine scent as I buried my head in the curve between his neck and shoulder and pressed my lips against his skin.

  He stopped my head with a gentle touch of his hand on my jaw. Every movement stimulated my senses because even though he never touched me harshly, there was no mistaking his control over me. Yes, I’d requested this fantasy and I knew this was all an act to him, but to me our time together brought out a part of me I’d never really knew existed. I wanted to give up the control I’d always thought was so important, and this stranger brought that out in me.

  And then he kissed me, his lips soft and warm. They moved over mine like they knew exactly how to excite me. His strong hands cradled my face as our kiss deepened, nearly burning my lips with the heat between us. The first light touch of his tongue on mine made my pussy run wet. I wanted to feel that tongue slide over my clit as I slipped over the edge into a toe-curling orgasm.

  My mind reeled between fantasy and reality. The person I wanted to do all these things to me was Cash, not this unknown man playacting because it was his job. Desire mingled with the truth, pushing it aside as his kiss deepened even further, his tongue eagerly gliding over mine.

  Timidly, I reached out to touch the man who so easily brought out in me such sensuality that even I couldn’t believe I wanted these things. He didn’t stop me, so I pressed my hands against his chest, broad and hard under a dress shirt. My mind flashed back to what the man standing with Kane had been wearing. This was not him. A lick of fear tore through me. Was it Cash’s brother there with me?

  I ran my hand over the back of his neck and instantly knew it wasn’t Kane I was touching. He wore his hair cropped to his head, and this man’s hair was a little longer, just barely hitting the collar of his shirt. It felt as soft as silk as I slid the ends through my fingers. Who was this?

  As I pondered this question, he moved back away from me until only his hands touched the tops of my legs. His thumbs traced a slow path down toward the inside of my thighs that seemed to fall open of their own volition. God, I wanted him to ease the ache he’d created in me.

  I opened my mouth to speak, knowing he didn’t want me to but needing to say something, but stopped dead when I felt his lips on my inner thigh. I gasped as he flicked his tongue against my skin, and I could have sworn I heard him moan my name. Slowly, he inched his way up under my skirt, so close to where I desperately wished him to be. He was so close I felt his breath on my…

  And then I felt his finger slide through the front of my damp panties, tracing the cleft up to my needy clit. Leaning back, I moaned, “Oh,” and waited, wishing more than anything he’d put his mouth on my pussy.

  But he stopped, leaving me wanting as he stood up and leaned in to whisper so quietly I barely heard the words, “Goodnight, Olivia.”

  My emotions spun out of control, and before I could say a word, he left me sitting there aching and desperate for more. Tearing off my blindfold, I looked around for any sign of who my mystery man had been and why he’d left so abruptly before our reserved time was up, but I saw nothing. Walking to the door on shaky legs, I opened it to see the crowd of people in the hallway. Was the man who’d been with me one of them?

  I hurried down toward where Kane had stood just a short time ago, but his post was empty so I couldn’t even ask him who had been assigned to my room. Not that it mattered. Whoever it was, in my mind it had been Cash there with me.

  Hours later, I lay awake in bed still strung out from my first time in a Club X fantasy room. Every inch of my body had been awakened, every sense heightened by a man whose touch thrilled me but whose face I’d never seen. I wanted more. I wanted to feel that sexy again.

  My fingers slid slowly down over my stomach and through my folds as I replayed every moment of my fantasy coming true. Closing my eyes, I thought about the one man who’d filled my nights for weeks.

  Cash walked into my office and closed the door behind him. Dressed in a black suit and red shirt, he looked more stunning than usual, if that was possible. His cool blue eyes focused on me as he walked toward my desk.

  “Staying late tonight, Olivia?”

  Another boss asking me that question would be perfectly normal, but something in his tone told me his interest in my schedule had nothing to do with the work I was busy with. Shifting in my chair, I nodded. “I thought I’d catch up on some work. You know, so I can begin ahead of the game on Monday.”

  He stopped in front of my desk and smiled. “Always so diligent.”

  God, he could have been reading one of my management textbooks in that voice and I’d want him inside me. I wondered if he knew how sexy he sounded, or did he simply always sound like a sex god?

  I began to needlessly explain that I liked to begin the workweek fresh, like some overachieving nerd who didn’t understand what to do when a gorgeous man came into her presence. I knew. I just wasn’t sure enough to act on that knowledge with someone like Cassian March.

  He rounded the corner o
f my desk and leaned down just inches away from me. “I think it’s time for you to get off work, don’t you?”

  The room suddenly felt too small as he stared down at me with those stunning blue eyes. His face was so close to mine that all I had to do was lean forward just a tiny bit and I’d finally get to know what his perfect mouth felt like.

  Instantly, I wished I could say something sexy—something that would make him hot like he made me—but he unnerved me so much my mind went blank and it was all I could do to squeak out, “Oh, okay.”

  Then he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that took my breath away. The room swam around me. His lips were as soft as I’d imagined and he claimed my mouth with an urgency that belied that cool persona he wore every day.

  He pulled away and licked his lips as if to taste me on them. “I know there’s more to you than just a great worker, Olivia. Time to show me who the real you is.”

  His mouth crushed against mine again as his one hand held me to him while the other slid up my thigh under my skirt. He moved fast, but stopping him was the last thing on my mind. More than anything, I wanted to feel him inside me, whether it was his fingers or his cock.

  I stood from my chair, my skirt pushed up around my waist to reveal my panties drenched from how excited he’d made me. He leaned back against my desk and began to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants to show nothing but his rock hard cock.

  All my thoughts of straddling him and riding that cock were suddenly pushed back in my mind in favor of taking him in my mouth and sucking him dry. I wanted to taste that gorgeous part of him more than anything. Dropping to my knees, I palmed the root of his shaft and wrapped my lips around the swollen tip, sucking him into my mouth as much as I could. He moaned loudly and buried his hands in my hair to guide me as I slid his gorgeous cock in and out of my mouth.

  His skin was velvety smooth over his rock hard shaft, and he tasted faintly of salt and muskiness. Pure male. I cupped his balls in my free hand and looked up to see him staring down at me with a look in his piercing blue eyes that told me this was exactly what he’d had in mind. Over and over, I swallowed his cock, loving the sound of his moans as I inched him closer and closer to release.

  I felt his hands tighten in my hair, sending delicious pain skittering across my scalp. Looking down at me, he licked his lips and grinned. “Slow. I want this to last.”

  Controlling my pace, he fucked my mouth slowly and methodically, and I licked and sucked every glorious inch of him. I felt his sac tighten in my palm and knew he was just seconds away from coming. Keeping my gaze on him, I watched his eyes glaze over as his cock flooded my mouth. Gently, I squeezed the base, feeling it twitch as cum spurted out of him.

  When he finally finished, I stood up to face him and he quickly moved to push my panties out of the way. “Straddle me, Olivia. I want to see you ride my cock.”

  My fingers slid through my wet pussy and over my swollen clit as the fantasy of fucking Cash played itself out in my mind. My orgasm hit at just the moment when he ordered me to ride him, and I plunged two fingers inside me just as the vision of him sliding into my body filled my mind.

  Chapter Eight

  Cassian

  My time with Olivia in our fantasy room affected me more than I thought it would, and by the time I saw her at work on Monday, I wasn’t sure I could hide that I wanted her. Even more, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hide it, but I still wasn’t convinced I should abandon everything I’d believed in for years. Shitting where you eat wasn’t a wise business decision. I knew that, and still I had to fight the urge to walk into her office half a dozen times to see her.

  From the moment she walked in that morning, I saw she was different. She had an air of sensuality that I hadn’t seen before in her. Something in her deep brown eyes sparkled as we spoke about work. She wore this new sexiness well. I wondered if she had any clue it was me next to her just nights before in that room loving the smell of vanilla in her hair as my lips tenderly brushed her ear and my hands caressed her soft skin.

  When she left the club that night, I had to know if she’d reserved another room. I’d never cared as much as to wonder if a woman would ever come back, except for Rachel. I’d cared far too much about her, and I’d paid for that mistake and likely would for the rest of my life. Now I found myself caring about what this woman thought—what she felt—what she wanted.

  I’d pushed this side of me away for so long I didn’t know if I could control it. I hadn’t been able to in the past. Within mere days of meeting Rachel, I’d been consumed by her. Her perfume, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips on mine became necessities in my life. Was I ready to be that man again?

  Kane stood at his post on the top floor watching monitors as he always did, and I approached him knowing as soon as I asked about Olivia that I’d be showing him my hand. My half-brother played his cards close to the vest, and right now, I hoped he’d keep my business under wraps too. I didn’t need Stefan knowing anything about what Olivia and I were up to.

  “How’s it looking tonight?”

  He looked at me with suspicion, and I knew he saw right through my attempt to act like nothing was going on. Instead of asking me any questions, he simply nodded and smiled. “Same as always, Cash. Life never changes up here.”

  “Yeah. Same downstairs.”

  “How was your meeting with that scumbag Shank?”

  “He wants me to hire his daughter.”

  Kane’s eyebrows shot up. “For what? If she looks like him, all she’d be good for is guarding the door, and I don’t need any more bouncers.”

  “I know. I know. I couldn’t say no to him, though. Without his help, we’d have to deal with cops every night.”

  “Make her a bartender, Cash. Good thing is Stefan won’t want to fuck her if she’s got her father’s face. And when the ugly lights come on at the end of the night, it won’t matter because everyone’s stone drunk anyway.”

  I had to laugh at Kane’s straightforward approach to the problem. I made a few more attempts at small talk, which he thankfully ignored, and then got straight to the reason I’d come up to see him. “Did she reserve a room again?”

  “Who?” he asked with a vicious grin.

  “You know who.”

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to look it up. I should be able to locate that information by tomorrow. Maybe Wednesday.”

  Leaning over his station, I leveled my gaze at him. “Is this your Stefan impersonation? Just tell me.”

  Kane let out a deep laugh. “Sorry, Cash. It was just too easy. Yeah, she reserved a room for this Friday.”

  I waited for him to tell me anything else I should know, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for me. “Did she request anything…or anyone?” He stood silently, giving me a look that told me he was enjoying himself. “Jesus, Kane. Don’t be such a dick.”

  “Old habits die hard, big brother. I didn’t realize we were best buddies now.”

  He had every right to be an asshole with me. Never recognized by our father until right before he died, Kane had grown up without the comforts the March name offered. Not that Stefan and I were to blame for that, but I understood why he had a chip on his shoulder. Right now, though, that chip was causing me grief I could do without.

  “So?”

  “She requested the same room and the same guy. Same tame fantasy too.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. A rush of happiness raced through me. “Thanks, Kane.”

  “You like this one, don’t you, Cash?”

  With a smile, I said, “So now we’re best buddies?” Two could play this game.

  Unlike Stefan, Kane had a great sense of humor, even if he rarely displayed it. He chuckled and said, “No. I was just curious. I don’t think I’ve seen you react to anyone like this for a long time.”

  “It’s not a big deal. Just keeping an eye out for her.”

  “If that’s what you want to call it, that’s fine. I’ll go along with it. For what it
’s worth, though, she had a good time and seems like a new woman.”

  “Been spying on the rooms again, Kane?”

  Sitting down, he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t have to. I saw her earlier, and it’s written all over her face. That woman is primed.”

  “Again acting like Stefan. Don’t make this something it’s not.”

  Kane shrugged and gave me an unconvinced smirk. “Whatever works for you. I just know what I see.”

  I turned and walked away before he goaded me into saying something I didn’t want to. Playing games wasn’t on my agenda. I much rathered thinking about Olivia wanting another night like I’d given her. And that’s exactly what she’d get.

  * * *

  Seated behind her desk in a pale pink cotton dress, she looked more like she was ready for a picnic than working at organizing a birthday party with a Roman orgy theme one of the platinum members had reserved for the next weekend. Standing in the doorway to her office, I asked, “Olivia, are you planning to work late on another Friday night? It’s already nine o’clock.”

  She flashed me a smile and nodded. “Yes. I have plans later, so I thought I’d work until then.”

  “Have something special to do tonight?”

  Biting her bottom lip, she looked away for a second and then back at me. “Just something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. What about you? Do you have big plans this weekend?”

  I shook my head and worked to keep my happiness at her answer hidden. “Nope. I’ll be here all weekend. I’m thinking I’ll work late tonight too, so if you need anything, just stop over.”

  “Okay, thanks! I already had dinner, but if I need anything, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Her tone not so subtly told me she had something better on her mind. As I made my way back to my office, I had to admit knowing the something better was me made her dismissal easier to take.