The Crime of Seduction

by Nadine LaForet

  “Thank you. Fine art is an interest of mine. I make a point of going to every museum I can in my travels for work. I really enjoy it.”

  Heath poured the wine into two large goblets made of impossibly thin glass and handed one to her. “Here, let’s get our taste buds revving.”

  Alex took a long sip of the wine and let it coat her mouth. It felt like velvet against her tongue and reminded her of warm blackberries on a summer afternoon. “Yum,” she said.

  Heath laughed. “Yum? That’s all you have to say?”

  “Yup. Yum. What more is there to say, really?” Alex looked at Heath as she took another sip. “Give me the tour?”

  Heath took her hand and walked her to the end of the living room. “This is the upstairs, my living room, dining room, and kitchen.” He turned away from the window and pointed at a door. “Should you need it, there is a small half-bath in the corner.” He gently pulled her with him to a set of stairs she hadn’t noticed when they walked in. “Up here is my office and bedroom. Normally I wouldn’t take a lady up here on a first date, but you said you wanted to see the view, and I have a lovely deck where we can sit and enjoy the wine and the lights.” He paused, holding her hand in one of his and slowly stepping closer to her. “Would you like to go there?”

  “Oh, absolutely,” she answered.

  Heath smiled and went up the stairs ahead of Alex. When they got to the top Alex was blown away—again—by the view. This time they were well above the roofs and treetops, and she could see far across the city to the bay. “Wow, Heath, this is beautiful.” When she turned to him he was staring at her intently.

  He whispered, “I really want to kiss you, Alex. May I kiss you?”

  Alex nodded and he slowly placed his lips on hers. His lips were soft and tasted like the wine, and when he parted them and gently put his tongue in her mouth it was hot and insistent. She kissed him back, feeling a rush of warmth begin between her legs and spread out across her body to her fingertips and toes.

  He pulled back, his eyes still slightly closed. “Mmmm…yum.”

  Alex licked her lips and smiled. Holy fuck, I want this man now!

  He stood and took a deep breath, turning toward the view again. The upstairs was, like the downstairs, covered in white carpet. The work area was outfitted with top of the line computers and—true to form—extremely neat. The bedroom was separated from the office area with a substantial sliding door. Both rooms took advantage of the view and shared a balcony that was accessible from either side through large sliding-glass doors. Alex could see that there actually were two chairs outside on the deck.

  Heath raised his right arm with the wineglass in it and left his left arm around her waist. “This is my office area, to the right. And to the left” —he turned her slightly, “is my sleeping area.”

  “Sleeping?” Alex asked.

  “Well, yes, a man does have to sleep.”

  “Eventually…” she said, letting the words and their meaning linger in the air between them. “Will you show me the view from outside?”

  “Of course.” Heath walked over to the door and slid it open. The night air was cool, and Alex was refreshed by it. She walked out onto the deck and leaned on the railing.

  “If you look out there,” Heath reached across her to point to the left, “you can almost make out Aqua on the coast.”

  “Where?” she asked. “I can’t quite see it.”

  He set his wineglass on the rail and moved behind her. He leaned against her gently. She felt him press up against her and she shivered. He slowly ran his fingers along her shoulder and down to the nape of her neck, she felt his warm breath on her ear, her cheek. Heath pressed further into her and she could clearly feel his hard-on against her ass as he kissed her neck and nibbled gently on her ear.

  Alex set her wine glass down next to his and turned around. Heath held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and she responded by grabbing his face too and kissing him back passionately. As Heath pressed into her she pressed back and felt his cock against her thigh. The thought of his cock getting so hard made her wetter and more impatient than she already was.

  “This entire night has been foreplay, and I want you so badly,” she whispered.

  “I want you too, baby,” he whispered back, his voice husky and rough.

  He turned them around and, not letting go of her, walked them toward his bed. As the back of her legs bumped up against the side of his monstrous king-sized bed she lay down and pulled him toward her. They kissed again, this time more insistently, as Alex wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close to her as she could. She pulled his shirt up and touched his bare back, making him shiver and push his hips into her. She wrapped her legs around his as she ran her hands up his back and felt the lean muscles undulating as he ground into her.

  Alex grabbed his ass, hard, like she had wanted to since the moment she laid eyes on it. It was exactly like she thought it would be—firm and round and absolutely irresistible. She grabbed him harder and pulled him in to her forcefully, meeting his hips with hers, rubbing his rock-hard cock with her wet panties. Heath’s hands slid down her body and he gripped her thighs with his strong hands. He paused for a moment to look at Alex and then pushed her dress up over her hips. I am so glad I took off my grandma work panties and put these on, she thought.

  She pushed him up, off of her, and he stood there, at the edge of his bed, looking down on her with a look of confusion. “What?” he asked, a concerned look on his face.

  “Shut up,” she said, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. Alex unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, her mouth and her pussy wet from the thought of finally seeing his cock. She started to pull down his jeans but he gently pushed her back and she lay propped on her elbows as he pulled down his pants. Heath’s cock was big and hard and the shiny head of it poked out of the top of his boxer briefs. The fact that Heath was so turned on by her made her even more horny, and she couldn’t wait to have him inside of her.

  She lifted her dress up over her head and threw it to the side as Heath lay back down next to her and kissed her again. He was on his left side and she was on her right, facing him. He ran his right hand along the length of her, and she got goose bumps. She gently bit his lip, then grabbed his dick with her left hand and said, “I can’t fucking wait to have you inside of me.”

  Heath gasped, his breath hot on hers, as she yanked on his shorts, trying to get them off of him. He helped her get them down and he kicked them off. Then he rolled over on top of her and spread her legs open with his knees. She was so wet her juices dripped on to his sheets, soaking them.

  He teased her by slowly rubbing the tip of his engorged cock against her swollen clit. She moaned and arched her back, bring her wet pussy as close to him as she could. He stood up and she put her hand where his dick had been, rubbing her clit slowly like he had. He leaned over to and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer. He ripped the packet open and rolled the rubber on to his fully erect, very large dick. Alex thought she might cum before he even put it in her, she was so fucking excited.

  Heath grabbed her ankles and, with a jerk, pulled her down to the edge of the bed, so her legs were hanging off the side. He pulled her tits out of the top of her lace bra and sucked on her nipples. He reached down between her legs with his right hand.

  “Oh my god, baby, you are so wet.”

  “I want you Heath, can’t you see how badly I want you?” Alex was practically begging.

  And with that, he did it—he slid his cock into her pussy and it filled her up completely. She felt so good, like she was floating, and she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, wanting to have every single centimeter of his full, hot cock deep inside of her. Her head thrown back, Heath ran his tongue up her neck, and she raised her hands up his arms to his solid, round shoulders and ran her fingernails down his back. She felt the slightest patch of hair at the small of his back and a small pool of sweat fo
rming there.

  Heath plunged his rod deeper and deeper into her as her fingernails scraped across his back, and her hips rose to meet his. They moved in tandem, rocking together until she pulled herself back, sliding her swollen cunt off of his cock. She moved her hips in a circle, rubbing her wet, tingling pussy lips around and around the tip of his penis.

  Heath paused his licking of her neck and ears and held himself up, looking into Alex’s eyes. He bent down to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and then suddenly he stopped. Without taking his eyes off of hers he thrust his cock back into her juicy sweetness with an intensity that made Alex gasp. He began to push himself into her with more urgency and she put her hand between their sweaty bodies and rubbed her clit. She could tell he was about to cum —his breath grew faster and more ragged, his eyes were half shut, sweat began to bead on his forehead. He stroked her pussy faster, and her touch brought her closer and closer to the edge.

  Heath cried out. It was so loud and so animalistic that it exhilarated Alex, and as Heath called out, “Oh baby, oh baby, yes baby!” Alex rubbed her juicy cunt and fingered herself over the edge as she joined Heath’s chorus of release.

  * * *

  Alex woke with a start. The night was dark and a cool breeze fanned the drapes that Heath had pulled closed over the partially open sliding glass door. After they came together they had lain on the bed, breathing hard and perspiring in silence for a few moments. Then Heath had gotten up to use the restroom and Alex had crawled into the sheets and positioned herself correctly on the bed—with her head on the pillows and her feet at the foot of the bed. Heath had joined her under the covers and kissed her gently on the forehead.

  “Thank you for a great night, Alex.”

  “Likewise Mr. Valentine,” she smiled, lulled into a place of deep relaxation by the food, wine, and deeply satisfying sex. She smiled at him—he looked just as handsome as he had earlier in the evening, just more relaxed and slightly disheveled. She liked the look.

  “Is it OK if I doze here for a few?” she asked.

  “Of course, baby, stay as long as you like. I have to get up at 5:00, though. Should I let you sleep?”

  “Oh, I won’t stay the night. I can never sleep at a man’s house,” she explained.

  “Mmmm hmmm, OK, baby,” he murmured, as he dozed off.

  Alex couldn’t sleep. She was never able to spend the night at a man’s house. She thought it might have stemmed from the time she fell asleep at her high school boyfriend’s house when his parents were out of town. Unfortunately, they had a fight and came home early—to find their son in bed with Alex. She was mortified and scared out of her wits as her boyfriend’s dad drove her home and forced her to wake her parents in the middle of the night and tell them what had happened. They were none too pleased and she had not only endured months of restriction, but lost her boyfriend in the process.

  Alex rolled over and looked at Heath. He was snoring softly; his breath on her face smelled sweet. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers across the hair on his face, but she felt uncomfortable doing that. Even though they had spent an entire night playing cat and mouse and explored one another’s bodies with passion, she knew she didn’t really know Heath Valentine.

  Alex rolled over and checked the time on her phone: 3:30. If I leave now I can get home and still get some sleep before work, she thought as she slipped out of Heath’s bed. Looking around the room, she found her bra and dress but couldn’t find her panties. They must be in the sheets somewhere; I’ll get them next time.

  She tiptoed out of the bedroom—toward the stairs—when all of a sudden, a sharp, loud ringing went off. Holy crap! Is that an alarm? I set off a fucking alarm?!?

  Alex could hear Heath stumble out of his bed and head towards her.

  “I’m so sorry, Heath,” she said, mortified. “So much for sneaking out without waking you.”

  “It’s OK, baby,” he said. He kissed her on the forehead. “Text me when you get home,” he said as he punched some numbers into the pad on the wall.

  She walked down the stairs, grabbed her wrap, shoes, and purse and padded out the front door, hearing it lock automatically behind her.

  * * *

  6

  Chapter Six

  Alex drove home in a fog. Her brain was spinning in spite of her overwhelming fatigue. What a day—and night! When she finally pulled into her parking spot it was after 4 a.m., and she was exhausted. She didn’t even bother to grab her shoes out of her car: she just stumbled into her apartment, threw her purse and keys on the couch, pulled her dress over her head for the second time that night, and literally crawled into her bed. Her head hit the pillow and she remembered she told Heath she would text him when she got home. Crap. And Mari. Double crap.

  She staggered back to the couch and dug her phone and Heath’s business card out of her purse. On the way back to her bedroom she texted Mari:

  i’m home. c u soon.

  She crawled back into bed, set her alarm for 6:30 and texted Heath:

  was that a dream? thank u again.

  Alex fell into a dreamless sleep and woke feeling remarkably rested and reasonably alert given her late night when her alarm woke her a little over two hours later. She had hoped to wake to a message from Heath, but she knew he had to get up early and was leaving town. Mari was busy on the phone when Alex got to the office, so Alex got by without having to face Mari’s interrogation. I’ll catch her up at lunch she thought, as she settled into her work day.

  The morning went by quickly, and she and Mari decided to walk downtown for lunch. Mari was anxious to hear about Alex’s date, but Alex didn’t give her too many details. She wanted to keep them to herself for a little while longer. She felt oddly protective of her time with Heath and knew that Mari was a realist—she would caution Alex and tell her to be careful. Alex wanted to float on the clouds for a little while longer before she had to come back down to terra firma.

  When she got back to her desk she pulled her lipstick out of her purse and saw that she had a message from Heath:

  it was a dream. thank u.

  i’ll b in touch.

  Alex caught herself smiling and flashing back to the way Heath felt when he came up behind her on the balcony—the warmth of his breath on her skin, his eyes watching her, his hands touching her…

  She texted back:

  can’t wait. :-)

  * * *

  As the day went on Alex grew more and more tired and more and more distracted. She walked around with a goofy smile on her face and had a difficult time concentrating, despite the prodigious amounts of coffee she consumed. At 4:55 she decided she had had enough and called it a day. She went home, put on her PJs, made a salad, and settled into the couch for a mellow night of sexy flashbacks and reality TV.

  * * *

  Wednesday night she was just walking in her door after a short run when she heard her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. She kicked the door closed and ran to grab it.

  “Hello?” she panted.

  “Hey Alex, it’s Heath.”

  “Hey you,” she said, still breathing hard.

  “Did I interrupt something?”

  She laughed. “Ha! No…I just got back from a run.”

  “Yeah, sure, tell me anything,” he said, teasing her.

  Alex was happy to hear Heath’s voice again. Monday felt like it was so far away even though it had only been a couple of days. She wanted to tell him how badly she wanted to see him, but bit her tongue.

  “I was hoping I could see you tonight.”

  “Oh really?” she asked, trying to stay quiet while she did the happy dance around the kitchen.

  “Yes, really. I want to see you. Can you come over?”

  “I think I can manage that, yes.” Alex pulled the phone away from her face as she forced herself to take a deep breath in and exhale slowly. “Give me an hour or so—I need to take a shower first.”

  “Perfect. Just text me when you are close.
”

  “Cool, OK, see you in a bit,” she said, hanging up. Alex stared at her phone and bit her lip. She was already buzzing like she had downed four espressos. Calm yourself, girl. Look at you—shaking already! She shook her head, smiled at herself, and happy-danced to the shower.

  She packed an overnight bag just in case and threw it into the backseat as she got in and drove to Heath’s house. She had to punch the address into the maps application because she couldn’t quite remember how to get to it. Once she got off the freeway and on the side streets leading up the hill—to that incredible view—she sent a text that she was five minutes away.

  Alex slowed on the street and searched for the house with the gravel parking spot to the side of the garage. As she was craning her neck to see the house numbers, she saw Heath. The garage door was open and he had his back to her as he fiddled with something in the rear compartment of the black SUV. He turned when he heard her car, but not before she had a moment to appreciate his tight ass in his jeans. He had more casual clothes on this time—nice leather flip flops, soft-looking jeans that hung low on his narrow hips, and an expensive-looking T-shirt. How does a man make jeans and a T-shirt look luxurious? Damn, he’s fine! She smiled and waved at him as she rolled down passenger window.

  “Just park in your spot,” he said, bending over to talk to her. He leaned in her window and smiled; his hair looked slightly damp, like he had just gotten out of the shower too.

  Alex nodded and pulled into the parking spot. She grabbed her purse and left the overnight bag in the backseat—she didn’t want to look like she was expecting anything.

  “Want me to get that too?” he asked, as he opened her door and gestured to the back seat.

  “Um, sure, yeah, thanks,” she replied, feeling oddly awkward.