The Seduction(15)
Author: Carly Phillips

Suddenly he flips, and I’m sitting astride him, naked, my aching core nestled against his hard length. Unable to take the need and the heat, I begin rocking against him, that sensitive spot hitting his pubic bone and the waves of desire building inside me.

“That’s it, Princess. Take what you need. You’re so f**king beautiful like this.”

I’m too far gone to think or be embarrassed, my only concern the explosion that’s so close to consuming me. He threads his fingers through mine and encourages me to keep going, to ride him, to come.

He says the word, and my world implodes, the most incredible orgasm skyrocketing through me. And I keep circling my hips and riding him as he asked, until the waves recede and I collapse, limp against him.

He flips me over, pauses for protection, and then slams into me. I wouldn’t think I’d feel anything again so soon, but no sooner do I feel him, thick and gloriously hard, than my body responds. I arch my hips and meet his thrusts, and soon I’m rising toward the peak again.

His hips pump into me, and he starts to speak, except it’s not dirty words this time, it’s whispered endearments that wrap around me tighter than his body. Words that have power. Words like mine.

Mine.

Zach and I are in his kitchen, laughing over co-made French toast. We each have our own special ingredient. His is almond extract, and mine is a dash of orange liqueur. We compromised and used both.

I’m wearing nothing but an old tee shirt of his. No panties, no bra, and it feels decadent, hanging out with the man I love—

Whoa. My brain screeches to a halt and doesn’t kick back into gear again. Love? I glance at the man who’s waiting for me, sitting in nothing but a pair of sweats that hang low on his hips, the skin on his chest golden in the sunlight streaming in from the window. My mouth waters, but my feelings for him are so much more than surface deep. I inhale deeply and accept the truth.

I’m in love with Zach Anders.

I won’t ruin this moment by telling him about my feelings. Not now. It’s too soon; they’re too new. I want to sit with them a bit. Process them. Savor them. Love them a little inside me before bringing them into daylight to share — and hope he feels the same way. But I’m really going to have to tell him about the sex video going viral. It’s not fair to have him find out about it another way.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Great.” I force a smile. He’ll understand, I assure myself. He will.

I place both our plates on the table. The maple smell is calling to me like crazy. I’m dying to taste what we made. Together. I rub my damp hands and pull out a chair across from him.

“Sit here.” He gestures to his lap.

Of course, my gaze falls to that low sprinkling of hair running into his sweats, and my body is suddenly as hungry as my stomach.

“Why?”

He grins. “Well, I can’t feed you from across the table.” He’s got an intense look on his face that tells me he means business.

So I saunter over, putting a deliberate swagger in my hips as I walk. His thighs are hard beneath mine, and under me, his erection grows . He sucks in a shallow breath as I settle in. I love this heady sense of power I have over him and hope, with all my heart, he feels for me the way I do for him.

“I’m hungry,” I say, wondering if I mean for food or for Zach.

His eyes darken with need. “Open.”

He picks up a sticky piece, and I let him place the mouth-watering French toast in my mouth.

His gaze is hot on mine. Syrup drips down my chin, but I’m focused on him, and I deliberately close my mouth around his finger. It’s a salty-sweet mix. As he slowly pulls out, I suck the syrupy mixture off his finger, swirling my tongue around the long digit and grazing his skin with my teeth.

He groans, and beneath me, he grows even harder. “Chloe—”

I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea. Before I can figure it out, the doorbell rings, startling me out of the haze of desire that had enveloped me.

He mutters a curse. “Ignore it,” he says.

It’s his house, so if he doesn’t care there’s someone out there, neither do I. I’m sure I can get right back into the moment, and from the feel of him, he hasn’t left it. I wriggle my hips, and his sexy chuckle warms me from the inside out.

The doorbell rings again. And once more.

“Whoever’s out there doesn’t sound like they’ll go away.” I’m disappointed, knowing he’ll have to get it.

As if to prove my point, the bell rings over and over again.

“Shit.” Zach picks me up and helps me to my feet. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

Considering how I’m dressed, I agree to wait.

A few minutes later, I hear a familiar voice bellowing from the other room. “Where the f**k is she, Anders?”

It’s Sean. What in the world is he doing here? I run into the foyer and come to a halt when I find the two men in a standoff. Two well-built, angry, posturing men.

“Am I f**king wrong?” Sean asks.

“What goes on between me and Chloe is none of your business. Now get the hell out of my house.”

Though I want to ask questions, I’m drawn into their conversation.

“Not until you tell Chloe,” Sean says.

I blink at that. “Tell me what?” I step forward, making my presence known.

Sean turns toward me.

Zach doesn’t meet my gaze, and in that moment, I know something’s seriously wrong, making me want to curl into myself before even I know why. Worse, I’m suddenly feeling exposed, and it’s not because I’m only wearing Zach’s tee shirt.

Something Sean doesn’t miss, if the scowl on his face as he looks me over is any indication. “Chloe, go get dressed.”

I shake my head. “I can handle things from here. You obviously didn’t listen when I told you to stay out of my business and not to go digging into Zach’s life.”

“It’s a damn good thing I didn’t listen. He’s using you to get back at me.”

I can’t help it. I let out a laugh. “That’s ridiculous. I told you his name, and you didn’t have a clue who he was.”

“That’s because Anders isn’t his full name, is it?” he snaps at Zach. “It’s Anderson. And…” Sean trails off, clearly hesitant to continue.

My mind is reeling with everything that’s been said. Zach’s using me? Anders isn’t his full name? I grasp on to the last part. “I’m sure there’s a simple explanation for him shortening his name.” Isn’t there?