Dirty Seduction

I seriously think about just turning around and running. I mean, he wouldn’t try and chase me, right? Then I could just leave and never come back, and we’d never have to speak of this. But as soon as he starts walking toward me, I can’t move. There’s a heat in his eyes that has me wanting to slide my finger back in my pussy, but instead, I very slowly bring my hand out of my pants and put it behind my back. It’s bad enough he saw me. I don’t want the obvious wet fingers incriminating me even further. Besides, maybe I can talk my way out of this. I mean, who just stands in a doorway and fucks themselves? Maybe I can convince him it wasn’t what it looked like.

He stops right in front of me, and I desperately want to look into his gorgeous eyes, but I’m way too embarrassed to do so. I focus on his throat but as soon as he swallows, I have an overwhelming urge to lick my way up his Adam’s apple, so I quickly drop my gaze and focus on his ridiculously expensive-looking shoes.

“Ashley, I didn’t realize you were downstairs.”

I may not be looking at his face, but the amusement in his voice is damn easy to pick up on, and I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.

“Um, hi, Mr. Mancini. Sara said you’d be gone all night. I just came down to get a snack. It sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll just get out of your way.”

Before I can make my escape, he stops me by gently grabbing onto my shoulder. I feel the heat of his skin through my top, and it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“Look at me.”

His voice is deep and sexy, and even though he grew up in America, he still has a faint Italian accent thanks to it being his first and only language for so long. My god, just the sound of it has my pussy springing to life again. When he gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze, I slowly lift my gaze, letting my eyes trail over his long legs, then the white shirt that I know is hiding a set of abs to die for and a chest to match, until finally I’m looking into his very dark, very amused eyes.

I notice he hasn’t let go of my arm, and when he starts to rub his thumb in small circles, I let out a small moan that has him lifting an eyebrow at me. I do a lame fake cough, trying to cover it which only makes him smile, and it’s the sexiest damn smile I’ve ever seen. It’s the kind of look that promises all kinds of wicked, naughty things, and I want it all.

Before I can throw myself at him, he asks, “So what were you doing when I first saw you?”

It’s like a bucket of cold water being thrown at me when I remember how he found me with my hand down my pants.

“Um, I was just on my way to the kitchen, but then I heard your voice, so I thought I’d just peek in and say hi,” I say, feeling like an absolute dumbass.

He studies me for a minute and my heart races when his eyes trail to where I’d just had my hand buried.

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When he pulls his eyes back to mine, he gives me a wink that sends a flutter through my chest.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I say, hoping to still bluff my way out of this.

Without saying anything, he slides his hand down my arm, circling his long fingers around my wrist before pulling my hand up between us. My traitorous glistening fingers are screaming my guilt. There’s no denying what I was doing.

“Was this because of me?” he asks, studying me so intently that it’s like he can see into my very soul. I look for signs that he’s upset or disgusted, but all I can see is curiosity and desire, and it shocks the hell out of me.

When I don’t answer quickly enough, he leans down and steps closer. His expensive cologne is not helping me think straight. I’m just a puddle of arousal, and if I could form words, I’d beg him to bend me over the couch and fuck the virginity right out of me.

“Ashley, I asked you a question.” He leans in closer and sniffs my fingers while keeping his eyes locked on mine. The groan he lets out has me so wet I can feel it starting to trickle down my inner thighs. “Were you thinking of me?”

“Yes,” I finally manage to whisper. “I always think about you.”

The smile he gives me can only be described as sinfully wicked. “I’m very glad to hear that,” he says before wrapping his mouth around my two wet fingers.

I gasp at the sensation of his tongue sliding along my skin and the wet heat of his mouth as he licks and sucks me clean. I feel like I’m about to orgasm again. My whole body is lit up from the inside, and every stroke of his tongue brings me closer to the breaking point.

His dark, intense eyes never leave mine, and when I let out another moan, I see him smile around my fingers. I want to cry in protest when he slowly slides my fingers out and stands back up.

“You’d better go back up to bed,” he says in a strained voice that has me wanting to grind myself against him. “A man can only take so much temptation.” He gives me a wink and adds, “You look very good in green, by the way.”

It takes a second for his words to penetrate the thick fog of arousal around my cock-obsessed brain. Green? I’m not wearing green. And then it hits me, and I’m slowly shaking my head no, willing it not to be true as one hand goes up to my face. When I feel the mask still on my skin, I give an embarrassed groan and bolt out of the room. I can’t believe I forgot the damn mask! His deep laughter follows me out of the room along with his parting words, “I’ll see you soon, Ashley.”

I’m too embarrassed to say anything back, but as mortified as I am, there’s also a thrill running through me because holy fuck! The memory of Mr. Mancini licking the pussy juice off my fingers will stay with me forever. I just need to make sure that I’m not left with only a memory.

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