Entice: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 1)

by Faith Summers

  It’s fantasy.

  Everything about it has that dream like feel about it, except it’s real.

  It’s not long before Josh’s hands travel up my waist to cup my breast and as he does I lean back into him and turn my head up so we can kiss.

  While our tongues work each other, he gives my breasts a good feel and I do my best to move over his cock with my ass so I can pleasure him too. I’m different to last night. So very different.

  It’s like I’ve become that woman I wanted to be when I first stepped through the doors.

  Confident, sexy, daring.

  I’m here now. I’m here now with him. I must be because I’m not resisting or doing anything of the sort when he moved with me over to the sofa and takes off my slip.

  The slip had a built-in bra so all I’m left in is my panties and heels. The way he wants me.

  A wicked smile spreads across his face. My mouth waters when he pulls off his shirt revealing that fantasy body which fits in perfect with the dreamlike feel of the place. In one quick second he sheds the rest of his clothes and my eyes land on his perfectly erect cock.

  I’m that woman again because I reach down and take it like I’m supposed to and love the groan that leaves his lips as I run my hands over the smooth length.

  I start pumping, and his cock strains upward, growing in my hands. He clamps a firm hand on my wrist, stopping me from going further.

  “You get to play with that later. I need to be inside you now,” he says.

  I giggle when he grabs my waist and pulls me down into his lap as he sits on the sofa. I straddle him and he fills his palms with the cheeks of my ass, squeezing then moving my panties aside so he can push his cock into me.

  It’s only when he enters me and I arch my back that I see a couple below watching us and my awareness comes right back to me again.

  All that time I touched him I got lost in the fantasy. Now reality has creeped back in. I’m having sex in public and people are watching, but… it doesn’t stop me.

  Josh smooths his hand up my back as he moves faster into me, fucking me. His hand glides up to the back of my neck, and I focus on him.

  “Look at me baby, focus on us and the movement, you’ll enjoy it more if you do that,” Josh says.

  “Okay…” I stutter and press into him as he squeezes my hips and starts fucking me hard.

  His cock pulses in my pussy, and the walls tighten. I’m already on the verge of coming and I know I won’t last.

  “You’re even more beautiful when you get lost in pleasure,” he says pulling my head right up to his. “Give yourself to me Giselle, stop resisting.”

  I didn’t realize I was, but I know what he means. It was the hesitation of everything. Being here and being seen.

  I smooth my hands up his jaw, running my fingers over the scruff of his jaw and I kiss him.

  I kiss him hard showing him how much I want him and I get sucked into the fantasy again. I allow him to take me. I give myself to him and give over that logic I so often rely on.

  When his cock pulses inside me that tension that was coiling deep within my groin pushes up, rising higher and higher like a pressure cooker and when it reaches the top it explodes and I throw my head back crying out into the release that takes me. It’s scandalous and raw like us.

  He pounds harder and faster, rutting into me until he blows hot cum up into my passage. I feel it, and it feels good.

  He then reclaims my lips and I know then that tonight isn’t going to be like last night at all. It’s going to be more. So much more. More of this insane frenzy that’s come over me to be with this man.

  It’s the sun that wakes me again.

  Just like yesterday.

  Yesterday I freaked because I didn’t want to be late for my first day of work and today I’m…

  Well, I’m not sure yet. I open my eyes, forcing them to stay open against the bright sunlight.

  I’m in bed, that same bed from yesterday, but Josh isn’t asleep next to me.

  Opening my eyes, I see him sitting across my the window.

  The window is open, and he’s in a chair wearing just his boxers, smoking a cigar while he flicks through some files.

  He is the one that looks sexy as fuck, and oh my God, last night was even wilder than the night before.

  We went to one of the themed rooms. It was one that was futuristic with those fluorescent lights. It was supposed to be something sci-fi related, but we didn’t get to the part of any kind of role play. He just liked the way I looked in the lights.

  Then we came here, and it turns out there’s a hot tub outside the room on the terrace. That was where we had the most fun. I didn’t know sex in water could be so much fun.

  I didn’t know I could be so much fun, or have it.

  Now it’s daylight and we’re here. I’m here and I’m supposed to be at work soon. Except he’s here too.

  He looks across at me and I sit up, pulling the covers up to my breasts and allowing my hair to drift over my shoulders.

  “Morning,” I say, trying to sound cool and casual.

  “Wow…” he replies as he continues to study me.

  I find myself laughing. “Are you kidding? I probably look like a cave woman. It’s you that looks wow.” He does.

  I don’t know anyone who can pull of the just-got-out-of-bed hair look with such suave and sexiness.

  “Thank you, but I’m not joking. Or being nice. I don’t think lies help anybody so you can trust that I’ll never lie to you.”

  That gets me. I shouldn’t be thinking about us as anything other than whatever we are, but it means a lot to hear him say that.

  Kirk lied all the time. He lied to me all the time and getting that sensation that he was cheating on me wasn’t nice. I remember when I flat out asked him, and he told me he wasn’t. I knew it was a lie.

  Josh straightens up, pulling my attention back to him. He sets the file down on the window bay and takes a draw on the cigar.

  “What is that?” I ask, referring to the file.

  “Work. I was supposed to bring myself up to speed on my new associate a few days ago, but I didn’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “I heard that she went to Stanford, and I decided I didn’t like her.” He allows the cigar to dangle between his thumb and forefinger.

  “What’s wrong with Stanford?”

  He chuckles. “What’s right with it, baby? I’ve never met anyone who went there who didn’t make anybody else who studied law feel inferior. And fuck, they aren’t nearly as good as most from Harvard.”

  This is clearly a Joshua Tanner observation because I’ve never heard anyone say that.

  “Did you go to Harvard?”

  “I didn’t. I went to Georgetown, like my father and all the men in my family who do law. But I would have chosen Harvard as my second choice. I doubt though that their strict ways would have been suitable for someone like me.” He puts the cigar out on the ashtray in front of him and a look of seriousness comes over his face. “Come here.”

  I start to get up and take the sheet to cover me but he holds up his hand stopping me.

  “Leave the sheet and walk over to me naked.” He commands and I obey.

  I allow the sheet to fall from me, and I slide off the bed.

  My nipples harden from the way he looks at me from head to toe.

  When I get to him he pulls me into his lap and I glance out the window just to make sure no one can see us. See me. Inside the club is one thing, but being seen naked by people on the street is another.

  I’m grateful when I see that we’re so high up in the penthouse suite that no one can see in. The height of the window and angle that we’re sitting in too hides us well too.

  His eyes drop to my pussy and he rubs his finger over my already swollen clit.

  “So… I’m wondering this…” he says smoothing his hands up my waist. “I’m already suspicious of anyone from Stanford and usually I’d have a person checked out s
o thoroughly I’d know what they had for dinner over the course of a week. Yet… except for this file, I’m more intrigued to hear more about you from you.”

  I tuck my hair behind my ear and hold his gaze. What can I tell him that won’t sound boring?

  I bit the inside of my lip. “I’m afraid I just work really hard. There’s not much you’d find outside those files, and over the course of a week I tend to eat Mexican food. I like it. And it helps that it's easy to preop.”

  I barely had a week before I had to start work at Tanners. I wanted to have a week to myself to plan properly and get some rest, but I needed the money.

  “They worked you hard at Barkers?” he asks.

  “Yeah, it was busy, and I just had no time. So Mexican it was in the evenings with a film.”

  God, I sound boring. I should stop.

  “What film, baby…”

  “You want to know what film?”

  “Yeah tell me.”

  “I love old films. Classic like Casablanca or Some like it Hot. Anything like that.” I press my lips together and feel a blush creep into my cheeks. “My dad used to love them and he got me hooked from when I was a kid. It was our thing. We’d just watch TV when he came back from work. He worked a lot.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He was a teacher. He taught maths. Sorry this is so boring.”

  “No… it’s definitely not boring. I need the picture of what your life's like.”

  “Why? You seem to hate anyone from Stanford,” I ask playfully.

  “You changed my mind and in case you didn’t notice, I’m a little obsessed with you.”

  “Obsessed?” I have to ask because of the fascination that takes me. I’m intrigued that someone like him can be obsessed with me.

  “Yes… so I’ve finally come up with an offer for you.”

  “An offer?” I ask.

  “Yes. I like the fun we’re having far too much. How about we continue this for the next three months? We start the day in the office and we’ll see where we end up.”

  “And um… will there be actual work involved?” I ask tentatively.

  He smiles. “Yes. I’ll teach you everything I know. In three months you’ll be signed off as an attorney and you’ll be able to work anywhere in Tanners and that means anywhere really with the prestige our name carries. And for fun....” he lingers on that last word.

  “What?”

  “I want you. Three months… for that time I want you completely. You give yourself to me the way you did last night, and more. I want you for three months. Your body to do whatever I want, anytime I want and in whatever way I want.”

  My breath stills.

  I want to ask if this is the kind of thing where if I say no I won’t get what I want… but I don’t.

  He’s set it out that way because he can see I want him too and I won’t say no.

  There’s a darkness that lurks in the depths of his eyes however, that sexy as it is dangerous. It’s the obsession that he spoke of.

  That’s what it looks like.

  Like greed, need and hunger rolled into one.

  It robs any form of protest from my mind.

  “What say ye Giselle St. John? Remember… you have a choice.” The smile that dances on his lips pulls at my insides.

  “Do I get you too?” I hear myself say.

  He chuckles. “You want me? A nice girl like you wants me? Sweetheart, don’t you see I’m the devil?”

  I run my fingers over the tattoo he has inked over his heart. It’s the Japanese character for water.

  “I want you too,” I tell him.

  “Then yes. Give me an answer, Giselle. I want to hear it.”

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Eight

  Josh

  The good girl and the fucking devil.

  The thought makes my damn mouth water even though I’m drinking coffee.

  Matt and I are in the break room at the office. He presses the button on the coffee machine to make his usual cappuccino while he continues to regale me with his recount of the craziness he’s been up to for the last few days.

  Officially it was a business trip, but my best friend is just a little better than me when it comes to thinking up wild sexual adventure. He’s been my partner in crime from as long as I can remember. So I’m not surprised to hear how he turned that business trip to Phoenix into a sex marathon with the sassy, and leggy dark haired attorney at Porters he’s always battling in court.

  Her name is Elena. With her Brazilian beauty, she has that Latina presence about her that has the man staring after her like a dog. It’s his downfall every time and the worse thing is she knows it. I’ve been watching this back and forward shit play out between them for two years and it’s so obvious in the courtroom when they argue.

  One judge even told them to get a room. I’m so glad they did.

  “It was just fucking explosive Josh, but now we’re back I don’t know what the hell to do.” he sips on his drink and looks at me like he actually wants my advice.

  I shake my head at him and laugh.

  This is the first I’m seeing him since he left last week. He’s aware of my debacle with Dad and Riley but I haven’t informed him yet of the newest complication. We’ve spoken on the phone but I always prefer to talk to him about anything like… well, what I’m up to in person. It’s just the way I am.

  “Christ… I think I should ask her out, I should, shouldn’t I?” Matt says prodding for an answer.

  I glare at him because if he doesn’t know that’s obviously the next logical thing to do he’s more hopeless than I am of finding that special someone. “Matt, you’ve been drooling over the woman for years. Stop being a pansy ass bitch and take her out.”

  “Okay… where though? Restaurants might not be her thing. She’s an excellent cook.”

  I just stare at him. “Matt, since when does a woman who’s an excellent cook say no to going to a restaurant?”

  “Oh God, what the fuck’s wrong with me.”

  He is displaying what I imagine to be what happens when a playboy meets his match. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.

  “Man… I have my own problems.” I wince and think of my little associate that’s had me staring after her like a dog for the last few days she’s been with me.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve just been talking. How’s it been going? You haven’t said. How’s the associate? I still can’t believe your old man is making you train her.”

  “Yeah, about that…” The minute I say that he stills mid sip because he knows what I’m going to say.

  “My God Josh, you slept with her already?” he hisses and looks over his shoulders to check we’re still alone.

  We are. So I just fill him in on the latest crazy to take me.

  The look on his face is surprise mixed with some element of expectation. I understand both. He’s not surprised because I’m with Giselle the way I am, or that I met her at The Dark Odyssey. Matt and I are always there hanging out in the playboy lounge with our other friends. We all met in college.

  We stuck together because we’re the most similar, and we meet up with the other guys a couple times a month at the club just to touch base and have fun.

  What he’s surprised by is me doing this with her in these dangerous times where my fucking future is on the line.

  I have to admit that it surprises me too.

  “Well, hell, Josh,” he sighs.

  “I know. It’s crazy, right. But like fuck am I going to allow my dad to treat me like a child.”

  Since Giselle and I made that deal, we’ve spent every night the same. It’s been five days now. Today is Friday. We met Sunday night. I woke up with her in my arms this morning and didn’t leave the suite before taking her again. In the bed and then the shower. I don’t care what anyone says, I’m having my fun with her. As long as Dad doesn’t find out, I’m good. My work is my work and the merits of me getting that job should just be based on work and not
hing else.

  Matt gives me a narrowed look and looks me over. Then something comes into his eyes like curiosity mixed with interest.

  “Josh,” he states.

  “What?”

  “You’re taken with her, aren’t you?” he observes.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Josh… the guy I know would have done everything possible to focus on what he needs to for the job. But you seem more focus on her,” Matt says shaking his head.

  As he says that I recall myself telling Giselle I was obsessed with her.

  “You know how I feel about this shit with Riley.”

  “And yet you’ve just commissioned your own fuck toy.” He widens his eyes at me and gives me an incredulous glare. “Didn’t your old man all but tell you to keep your dick in your pants with this one?” he nods his blonde spikey head.

  “My fucking dick had already been inside her several times before I realized she was the same woman I was supposed to keep away from.”

  He shakes his head at me.

  “It’s fun and games, man. All fun,” I add.

  Fun…

  As I look ahead through the glass wall, I see my little associate walking down the corridor that leads to her office.

  All I have to do is look at her and the ideas come.

  Matt sees her too and witnesses the sexiest thing about her. She’s completely oblivious to the effect she has.

  She smiles at Sheila, the receptionist and continues into her office. Unknown that I’m looking at her like I want to devour her.

  “I’m guessing that’s her?” Matt says and I look back to him.

  “Yeah.”

  “Fun?” he quirks a brow.

  “Lots of fun.”

  It’s fun, but I’m going to be subtle with her today. She’ll need me to go easy on her before later.

  I have plans on what I want to do with that body of hers.

  We just got a new case. It’s an intellectual property dispute. I noticed that she got really excited about it.

  We’re supposed to be negotiating with our client who wants his designs protected. The other company want him to provide full disclosure for his work.