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Temptation (Club X #1) Page 20
Author: K.M. Scott

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?

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