Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2) (3 page)

Everything Brandon said made sense to me. I understood what he was saying and couldn't find any disagreement with it. Chelsea was still in my head. She was there because I wanted her to be there.

“Chelsea doesn't want to see me get hurt. I don't want to get hurt either.”

“
Hurt by what? Your dream job? A more than generous salary? All expenses paid travel? The sex? Tell me what could harm you in any of that?” Brandon's voice now had an edge to it. He seemed affronted. He wasn't happy with direction of the conversation.

I looked into Brandon's eyes. Those amazing blue eyes that so captivated my attention. Those blue eyes that could reach deep inside and stir my greatest passion and desire. In that moment they did none of those things. They were angry.

“By you. Hurt by you,” I finally said.

“
By me?! Look, Ashley, I told you that I can't make any promises about where this is all going. If you're honest, neither can you. One step at a time. Remember? But I'm not out to hurt you. You believe me, right?”

I nodded my head.

“Ashley, I need to hear you say it.” The edge was gone in his voice, but there was still a seriousness to his tone.

“
Yes. I believe you.”

While it had been less than 48 hours since I first met Brandon in person, he hadn't given me a reason not to believe him. I couldn't deny what he said about my job at Jacqueline. It wouldn't make any business sense to pursue and hire me if he didn't believe I was the right person for the job.

I also couldn't deny my attraction to him. Nor did he need to be with me if he didn't have a similar attraction. There was no way I could ever deny or forget that we had mind-blowing sex. No, it was earth-shattering sex that liberated me. Sex that gave me a whole new level of awareness and pleasure.

“
So, are we good?” Brandon asked, wanting to be done with the conversation.

“
We're good,” I said as I put my hand on his. “We are better than good. I think I'll even have a toothbrush for you at my new apartment in New York.”

“
I like the sound of that.”

“
Why don't we take a look and get some ideas about where I might live,” I said.

“
Alright, then,” he said as he took out his iPad. The glimmer was back in his eyes. It was so easy to get lost in his eyes and how handsome he was. I wasn't sure that I would never lose the sexual intensity I felt for him. I didn't want to.

Brandon's investment meeting only lasted about an hour and I had a nice tour of the company. We strolled around the area for the afternoon and enjoyed a casual dinner before returning to Santa Barbara. The sex that night was just as incredible as our first time together.

I kept my promise to Chelsea and we had a wonderful spa day just for the girls the following afternoon. We talked and she was more comfortable about my new job. She even felt better that I had spoken with Brandon about our situation. She jumped out of her chair when I showed her some of the apartments I was considering in Manhattan.

She was over the moon that we would be rooming together. She had a hard time accepting that she wouldn't need to pay rent, but was appreciative. Chelsea was a realist and knew that her financial aid would go much further without having to pay rent. We agreed that she could chip in toward utilities and food.

I called my family and told them about my new job and move to New York. I left out any mention of Brandon beyond the job offer. It was much to soon.

I knew how my mother was. She'd want to know all about him and how serious it was. I told them that I would be home for Thanksgiving.

I visited with Maria to say goodbye. She told me it wasn't “addio” (“goodbye”), but rather “arrivederci” (“see you later”). She also reminded me not to forget her little dress boutique when I made it big in the fashion world.

I had one day to pack before Brandon and I left for New York. Chelsea was staying in Santa Barbara until our lease ended in August. I told her I would write her a check to cover my half of the remaining rent as soon as I got my first paycheck.

“
I can't believe you only have one day to pack,” Chelsea said as she helped me pull my large suitcase down from the closet.

“
Well, this apartment came furnished. So, I am only packing clothes and personal belongings. I don't have that much.”

“
I'm going to miss you,” said Chelsea with sadness in her voice.

“
It's only two months, then we'll be roomies again. Except in New York City.”

“
I know. It will all be different, though.”

“
Don't get all sentimental on me. You know I'm a big baby and cry at the drop of a hat,” I reminded her.

“
I'll try.”

“
Yes. It will be different. But it is a new adventure. We'll still be us and we'll have fun. Just like always,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Chelsea for a hug. “Now, help me pack,” I said.

We finished packing and ordered takeout from our favorite Chinese restaurant. We talked, and laughed, and cried about our four years at Santa Barbara University. I was looking forward to talking, and laughing, and even crying, with Chelsea in New York. Life was better with my BFF.

Morning came and Brandon and I took the company jet cross country. The view of the New York skyline was spectacular as we approached the airport. Brandon pointed out various landmarks.

After we had landed and pulled into a private hanger at the airport, Brandon escorted me to the company helicopter waiting on the nearby runway. We flew to Davenport Media headquarters. The view of the skyline was even more spectacular from the helicopter. It was all so surreal.

We landed on the roof of the building and the rotors of the helicopter slowed. The man who guided the helicopter onto the landing pad opened the door to the helicopter. Brandon stepped out and then took my hand and assisted me out.

“
Good evening, Mr. Mitchell,” the man shouted over the engine as it whined down.

“
Good evening, Ray.” Brandon didn't bother introducing me over the noise.

Once we were alone inside the rooftop elevator, Brandon turned to me and took me into his arms. He reached out and pushed the stop button and the elevator jolted to a halt.

“I've been waiting to get you alone all day,” he said as he kissed me hard on the lips.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. Since I spent the previous night at the apartment with Chelsea, it had been well over 24 hours since Brandon and I last had sex. I know, not that long. But after spending our first two nights together, not having sex a third night in a row felt like a punishment.

“
Welcome to New York, Ms. Sullivan.”

“
Why, thank you, Mr. Mitchell.”

Brandon bit his lip, took in a breath and then exhaled.

“I hate to do this to you on your first night in the city . . . ”

“
What is it?”

“
I'm leaving in fifteen minutes for Toronto. I have an early morning meeting and it makes more sense to fly up there tonight. The good news is that I will be back tomorrow afternoon.”

I pouted and then kissed him on the cheek.

“It's okay. I understand. Besides, I'll want to get a good nights sleep before my first day tomorrow.”

“
And don't worry about tomorrow,” he said. “It will just be filling out forms for payroll, meeting some of the staff, and getting settled into your new office.”

I hadn't even thought about exactly where I was going to be working.

“I get an office?” I asked with glee.

“
For my Director of Digital and Social Media? Of course. It's not huge, but it has a pretty nice view. And, it has a prime location in the building.”

“
Where's that?”

“
Just down the hall from my office.”

“
Ooh! I like the sound of that. Just try to avoid the pop-in, or I won't get anything done,” I said as I rested my head against his chest.

“
The great thing about being the CEO, is that I can pop-in whenever I want and no one can say anything about it. Including you,” Brandon said as he kissed me on top of my head.

I looked up at him.

“Brandon, I don't want special treatment. And I don't want people talking more than they already will be. I want to be taken seriously for my work. I want to do a great job for the company.”

“
And you will. Don't worry. If anything, we'll be lucky to be able steal even a few minutes alone together during the day.”

“
And after hours?”

“
As much as possible.”

“
Good.”

“
Before I forget, I had my assistant book you into a hotel for the evening. The car service will take you there tonight and pick you up from the hotel in the morning.”

“
You're sweet.”

“
I'd like to think a little spicy as well.” I already knew the look that Brandon was giving me. As much as I wanted sex, I didn't want to get all revved up and then him leave before we could do anything about it.

“
Brandon, we don't have time. You need to leave for Toronto in what? Ten minutes?”

“
Another good thing about being the CEO. They'll wait for me.”

“
So what, a little love in the elevator? Livin' it up as we're goin' down?”

Brandon laughed and shook his head.

“You did not just say that. No. We will not be living out an Aerosmith song. Not tonight, anyway. I have a comfy couch in my office that I would like to introduce you to,” he said as he hit the start button on the elevator.

“
Are you sure you have time?” I asked.

“
Yes. I can't stand the thought of a second night without touching your naked body.”

“
I'm so glad you said that,” I said as I kissed him.

As always, Brandon tasted so delicious. I ran my hand over his five o'clock shadow. It's roughness against my skin was edgy and inviting. I was aching to feel Brandon inside of me.

It didn't take long for us to reach the executive floor of the building. Lights were on in just a couple of the offices. Most people had already gone home for the evening. Brandon led me through a set of heavy glass doors into the CEO suite. The outer office had an impressive desk, a leather couch, and two leather chairs.

Brandon pulled out a key card and swiped it over the panel next to a large door with his name on it. He pushed the door open and a light came on.

“
After you, Ms. Sullivan,” he said as he waived me to enter his office.

Brandon's office was impressive. It was modern chic. A large window offered a magnificent view of the Manhattan skyline. The city lights twinkled outside.

There was a large glass and stainless steel desk with a black leather chair that commanded respect for anyone who sat in it. There were two leather chairs facing the front of the desk. Off to the side was the large leather couch. Centered in front of the couch was a coffee table that matched Brandon's desk.

Modern art paintings decorated the wall. The only exceptions were a large framed aerial photo of Yankee Stadium and a signed pinstripe New York Yankees jersey. Okay, I guess he does like the Yankees. I definitely need to steer away from that when I mention him to my dad.

Brandon closed his office door and shut the blinds in the window panel next to the door. He flipped the deadbolt and dimmed the office lights.

“
I'd like to give you a proper welcome to the Big Apple,” he said as he crossed the office to where I was standing near the couch.

As soon as Brandon said “big” my mind immediately flashed to what he had inside his pants. I was no longer nervous about sex with Brandon. I was feeling more adventurous and wanting to explore that further with him.

“I assume this is the couch you said you wanted to introduce me to,” I said as I removed my shirt and bra. My nipples were already reacting to the thought of Brandon's touch.

Brandon's eyes widened with delight and lust.

“Just tell me,” I said as I slid out of my jeans, “have you introduced other women to this couch?”

“
Do you really want me to answer that?”

“
Yes, I do. It doesn't bother me if you have. In fact, in a way, I'm little turned on to think you've done it here before.”

“
Really?”

“
I don't assume I will be the first woman that's been in your bed. Why should I assume you haven't fucked other women here as well.” My voice was surprisingly seductive. I felt a little naughty and I liked it.

“
Ashley, are you sure that...”

“
Shh,” I said as I touched my finger to his lips. I kissed him and bit his lower lip as I pulled away.

“
Now, tell me,” I said as I slid out of my panties. “Or you can look, but you can't touch.”

I saw Brandon's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

“Yes.”

“
How many?”

I didn't know what had gotten into me. I felt like a dominatrix in an Anne Rice novel. This role turned me on.

“Two.”

“
So I'll be number three,” I said as I approached him again. “And the best.”

I had a new found confidence in the sexual experiences that Brandon and I shared.

“Strip for me,” I instructed Brandon as I went and sat bare-assed on the couch. The leather was soft and cool.

Brandon turned and faced toward the couch. He pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it onto the coffee table. The city lights shone through the window and glistened off of his bronze, muscled skin. Brandon unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.

He was wearing black boxer briefs. He looped his fingers into his waistband.

“
Stop,” I said as I stood up.

I took hold of his underwear and pulled them down. He was firming. I tingled inside. Brandon reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Like the other times we had sex, I took it out of the package and rolled it on. I found it an erotic start to the serious foreplay.

I placed my hands on Brandon's chest. I eased him back towards the couch and instructed him to lie down. He did as I said. I think he was beginning to be turned on by my taking on a bit of dominant role.

His cock beckoned to me as it extended up. I climbed on top of Brandon and bent forward. I began kissing his chest. I remembered our morning in the shower and teased his nipples with my tongue.

I was high on the horny scale and ready to take Brandon deep inside of me. I wasn't going to prolong this. Not tonight. We both needed it too much. We were aching to feel the pleasure that sex brought us as we writhed in rhythm.

“
I am going to ride your massive cock.” I had never talked dirty with a lover before. I was embracing the more adventurous and naughty Ashley.

“
Oh, fuck yeah,” Brandon replied with a lusty edge to his voice.

I straddled Brandon and took hold of his shaft. I spread my legs and rubbed my clit with the head. We both moaned with pleasure. Our desire grew as I took a firmer grip and increased the intensity of rubbing the tip of his manhood on the swelling of my arousal.

“Ashley, Ashley, I . . . I . . . can't . . .” Brandon was losing his mind with both pleasure and the anticipation of plunging deep into me.

I rocked back as I spread my legs wider. I guided him in. As the head of his cock disappeared into my folds I let go and pushed down. I enveloped him and felt the sweet strain against my inner walls as he filled me.

I rocked my hips and the delight increased with each gyration. Brandon was caressing my breasts. He pulled his torso upward and I leaned in toward him as he wrapped his arms around my back. He drew his face to my chest. He kissed my nipples.

Brandon then increased his focus. He alternated between encircling my right nipple with his tongue and lips as he massaged my left nipple with his fingers. After a few minutes he switched. He knew just how to arouse me.

I was burning inside and out. Our bodies were glistening with the sweat of raw sexual ecstasy. My pleasure grew until climax and, as before, my release was from complete fulfillment.

Brandon fell back and I collapsed on top of him. I rested against his chest. I was breathless.

“I like this couch,” I said as I kissed Brandon on the chest.

“
I can honestly say that was the best time I have ever had on it,” Brandon said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I didn't know you could be so assertive.”

“
Neither did I. It just came on all of a sudden.”

Brandon's iPhone buzzed.

“Damn,” he said as he reached for his pants and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “The helicopter crew is wondering where I am.”

He tapped out a quick text message and then put his phone on the table.

“I told them I'd be ready in ten minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower. I'd suggest you join me, but it's probably better if we shower separately,” he said as he lightly smacked my bottom.

“
Good idea,” I said, moving so Brandon could get up. “You have a shower in your office?”

“
In my private bathroom. Another perk of being the CEO.”

Brandon showered and came out of the bathroom wearing a fresh polo shirt and casual slacks. He grabbed his wallet and phone. He checked the time.

“The car service will be here for you in twenty minutes,” Brandon said as he put on his shoes. “They'll pick you up in front of the building.”

“
Perfect. I'll have time to freshen up.”

“
Ashley, you're amazing. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon,” Brandon said as he gave me a quick kiss and headed for the door.

“
Oh, by the way,” he said as he unlatched the lock and opened the door. “How about dinner tomorrow evening at Tavern on the Green, followed by a carriage ride through Central Park? A New York experience I want you to have as soon as possible.”

“
I can't wait. Have a good trip.”

“
See ya, sexy.”

As the door closed behind Brandon, I turned and headed for his private bathroom. I realized I had never covered up. I was growing more comfortable in my own skin.

Each night with Brandon was more exhilarating than the one before. I was glad to be starting work in the morning. I needed a distraction from thinking about tomorrow night.