Seduction (Club Destiny 3)

Thankfully Dylan and Cole were out of town, having gone back to Austin for a follow up meeting with a ranch owner looking to venture into the hotel business. They were talking big business, and since Alex had hit it off really well with Travis Walker, he’d wanted Dylan to get a feel for the man. If all went well, they’d be looking to expand south a few hundred miles.

Forcing his restless legs to remain still, Alex remained at his desk, toggling between screens on his computer, actually doing a little work while he waited. It was the only way to keep his mind off of what he hoped would happen in less than fifteen minutes if Ashleigh was on time.

After Ashleigh’s not so subtle hint the night before, Alex had given some serious thought to his actions. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that brought out the possessive protector who wanted to wrap her in cotton batting and keep her locked in a room where no one could hurt her, him included.

And that was the problem... he’d always seen Ashleigh like that. Ever since she was young, he’d wanted to protect her. From men like him mostly. He’d been infatuated with her and at thirty years old, she’d only been eighteen. It was unacceptable in his mind, but he’d been enthralled. Thankfully he’d kept his distance, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d conjured up some pretty steamy images of the woman.

If he didn’t know better, he’d bet his balls that they’d been real. Except that couldn’t be true because the first time he kissed her at Sam and Logan’s party, Alex had known he would’ve remembered.

Having stayed away from her had been the right answer then, but not anymore. Alex had taken her to his bed, and if he had anything to say about it, she’d never walk away from him. Not if he could help it. Ten years was a long time to lust after someone, and despite his reminder that they weren’t exclusive, weren’t in a relationship, Alex had this niggling feeling that he wanted to be. Another first for him.

A knock on his door announced Ashleigh’s presence and Alex glanced up at her, his eyes drawn to all of the creamy skin she had on display.

Ashleigh didn’t normally wear anything except jeans and a t-shirt, or not that he’d seen anyway, so on his message, he’d left her a little instruction on what he expected her to wear.

Standing before him in a short skirt, a flimsy little sweater, and a pair of fuck me boots, Alex wasn’t sure he’d be able to move from his chair. Her hair was pulled up into a messy pile on her head, held there by a silver clip while thin, curled strands hung around her face.

His dick jumped.

“Fuck.” Alex exhaled, worried if he didn’t, he might just pass out from holding his breath.

Ashleigh’s smile widened, and Alex’s eyes were fixated on her pink glossy lips.

Well, that was until she moved.

When she took a step into his office, gently closing the door behind her, his greedy eyes were tracing every luscious curve of her body and the seductive way she moved. Her body was made for sin, and Alex was beyond tempted.

“Did you need to see me?” Ashleigh asked sweetly, moving closer to his desk.

Alex stood, aware he’d never be able to hide the erection tenting his slacks, but he didn’t necessarily care to either. Stepping out from behind his desk, he retraced her steps, going to the door and locking it. There wasn’t another person in the building, but Alex wasn’t one to invite trouble. At least this way, they’d have privacy.

And for what he wanted to do to her, they’d need it.

Glancing at the black, leather couch in the corner, then back to his desk, Alex’s body hardened even more as he envisioned Ashleigh sprawled out naked on either.

“I did,” Alex answered her question, turning his gaze back to her, “but I was thinking I needed to see a little more of you.”

Ashleigh’s back straightened, but her smile didn’t falter.

“Take off the sweater,” Alex stated, perching on the edge of his desk.

If Ashleigh only knew the libidinous thoughts darting through his mind, she might not be grinning, but then again, after the stunt she pulled on him the night before, maybe she would.

“I figured since you had your fantasy at work,” Alex raked his eyes over her bare breasts, “it’s time for me to have mine.”

Ashleigh wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant she’d paid attention to his voicemail. Although he hadn’t told her what to wear, he did tell her what not to wear.

“Now the skirt.” Alex instructed, returning his gaze to her eyes.

Ashleigh shimmied out of the skirt, leaving the boots on and just like he’d told her, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sweater and skirt. Absolutely nothing. But that wasn’t what had Alex’s eyes widening and his dick throbbing like a bad tooth. Holy shit.