Allure: State Of Desire (Contemporary Erotic Romance)

Allure: State
Of Desire

Published by
Lucia Jordan

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Copyright ©
2013 Lucia Jordan

This book is a
work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously
and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons,
living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely
coincidental.

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Prologue

It was more
than rain – it was a downpour of biblical proportions. Despite
running from porch to porch, Jaycie was getting soaked, and
standing shivering as she delivered party promises was hardly going
to improve their image. She grit her teeth as she regretted lending
the car to her fellow canvasser that morning. What was left of her
broken umbrella swung from her wrist by its hoop, leaving a red
mark as it rubbed against her wet and cold skin. She still had one
more house to do.

The door opened
and a familiar face swam into view.

“You again!”
she smiled through the rain.

“Sorry, were
you expecting someone else? I’m checking on the house – the tenants
have just left,” a man with messy hair and sharp grey eyes grinned
at her. “If you’re canvassing, you can move right on, honey.”

“I was, but I
don’t think it’s going to work on you,” she said as she was let
into the house. The man handed her a towel and she wrapped it
around her head.

“So, are you
just hiding from the rain?” he asked. “Or have you come in to give
me something?” he held his hand out as if expecting a leaflet.

“How about
this?” Jaycie leaned forward and planted an innocent, girlish kiss
on his cheek. The mysterious man’s’ head snapped up and he
grinned.

“I do feel a
little more convinced in your motives,” he said cheekily. “What
else have you got?”

“This,” Jaycie
pulled him towards her, their teeth clashing and her wet clothes
dampening his dry ones. The man’s soft’ hands gently pushed her wet
blazer off her shoulders and onto the floor as their mouths worked
furiously. Jaycie reached for the man’s t-shirt and pulled it
roughly over his head as he unpopped her blouse buttons, then her
bra, allowing her ample breasts to swell freely, the ripe pink
nipples jutting out, inviting him to bite.

“Oh, god,” she
heard him sigh as he buried his face between her breasts, but now
she wanted more control. She pushed him backwards and straddled his
legs between hers, pulling his jeans down in one swift movement.
His erection sprang free and he gasped as the young woman gripped
it firmly, feeling the hardness beneath her hand.

She wasted no
more time – she knew what she wanted, and how she was going to get
it. Pulling her g-string to one side, she wriggled her hips into
position and lowered her wet sex onto his cock, swallowing it
inside her in one downwards thrust. The man moaned as Jaycie’s
internal muscles gripped and stimulated him, and she began to rock
her hips, feeling the delicious feeling of the hardness inside her
rubbing her g-spot, her wet well and the swell of her clitoris.
Jaycie tensed, feeling her pleasure beginning to build as her lover
let out a choking noise from beneath her as he gripped hard on her
hips, thrusting deep inside her. She was momentarily outraged at
her loss of control, and then deeply disappointed as she felt the
hot injection from the man’s orgasm crash deep inside her.

They grinned at
each other – she loved spending time with this man, but she knew
she would never have become so happy with her sexuality without
being happy with herself. She had been so lost, and now she was
complete. It had been more than a focus on herself, it had been a
sexual awakening…

(One Week
Earlier…)

Jaycie Thornton
ticked the latest house off her list with a flourish. She smiled at
the clipboard, relishing the way she was able to quickly convince
so many people to switch their votes to her leader in such a short
time. Of course, knowing who to ask and how to play them mattered
intensely. She could smile and flirt her way into any voter’s heart
– and that was where it stopped.

When Jaycie
first began canvassing, she had worn the blazer, skirt and blouse
required by the party, along with the rosette carefully pinned on
so not to draw attention to her bosom. She had been polite, happy
and smiling to everyone, and had had as much success as if she had
been lying under a rock. It had all changed two months into the
mission. And now, with the campaign coming to an end, she couldn’t
believe how much she, and her priorities had changed.

She had always
been let down by her partners – either sexually or emotionally, and
she had longed for a relationship that lasted. Jaycie Thornton’s
problem seemed to be that she cared too much – about everything
form her work to her lovers. And when she had her heart broken, she
took months to recover. Coming out of university, she had made a
vow to concentrate on her political career – but something still
nagged at her. She knew what it was, and the ache on her heart and
around her sex betrayed her feelings only too well. Still, she was
strong enough to put her cute smile and confidence to use in her
career, instead of her love life.

The next
morning, she put on a shorter skirt, unpopped two buttons on her
shirt and wore her best push-up bra. The rosette she used to
emphasise her cleavage, and her shoes were swapped for the
skyscraper stilettos she prided herself of being able to walk in
perfectly.

Every door she
knocked on, whenever a man answered the door, she found herself
being mentally undressed. Married men, young men still at
university, silver-fox suited types, all of them she flirted with
and let her natural confidence shine through. And though she
received plenty of phone numbers, as well as votes, she put them in
her pocket and forgot about them. She could charm her way to the
top, but she wasn’t about to start being someone’s girlfriend. She
had a career and she loved that more than any man. When the scores
came back from the internet polls, Jaycie couldn’t help but grin as
she was rated the best in her county. She had a secret weapon – a
confident desire to be the best.

“Jaycie… Look!”
Chloe poked her fellow canvasser in the ribs and pointed at the van
that had just passed outside the window of headquarters. On it was
a photograph, blown-up and airbrushed, of a man in his thirties.
His arms were folded over his expensive suit and he was grinning
with self-assured confidence. The man’s name was Nick Louden and he
was the leader of the Old Party – Jaycie and her colleagues’ main
rival. Whilst they strove to get their leader, Penny Jackson, into
office, the Old Party had been holding seats comfortably in the
town for decades. Jaycie scowled at the too-good-looking man’s
photograph as it drove past.

“Gross,” she
snorted.

“I know,” Chloe
rolled her eyes as she picked up some mock ballot sheets. “He’s
been on T.V., trying to get people to sign up to this new voting
system and I didn’t understand a word he said.”

“Mm,” Jaycie
privately thought that was maybe due to Chloe’s intellect than
Louden’s poor explanation of the system. “He’ll get all of the
housewives voting for him, though. He always does.”

“You can’t vote
for looks alone,” Chloe gasped as though such a thing was unheard
of.

“Well people
can and do,” Jaycie pointed out. “Time we started making them do
the same, I say.”

Chloe pulled a
face. “I don’t think all the airbrushing in the world is going to
make Penny attractive to the housewives of the county.”

“I wasn’t
thinking of… Oh, never mind,” Jaycie didn’t feel like explaining
any longer. It was hard work thinking of politics anyway, and her
new-found ideals of concentrating on her career only was making her
gaining voters so successful she didn’t want anyone to distract her
with talk of men or relationships. She pushed the memory of the
encounter with the man in his house to the back of her mind. She
resolved to be selfish.

The afternoon
went by slower than she would have liked. Many people were at work
and the doors were answered mostly by women – some seemed mildly
interested in electing a female politician, but more seemed eager
to chat about the various merits of Nick Louden. Jaycie always
quickly changed the subject, left her leaflets, but was forced to
place a cross next to that address. There was no promise of a vote
that day, and she was beginning to wonder if her luck was running
out.

It was almost
her final house call, and Jaycie straightened her skirt and fluffed
out her hair after slicking on some more lipstick. She looked the
part, but if she didn’t get a result today, she would be heading
home to drown her sorrows in wine and chocolate. She sat in her
run-down car waiting for the time she knew businessmen would be
arriving home before she set off to the last street of the day.

Bluebell Close
was a suburban paradise – every home had a sports car tucked away
in the ample garage, and every garden had an Olympic-size swimming
pool. Usually, the New Party did not bother canvassing streets in
this area, but Jaycie was feeling brave, and pulled into the road
nearby. She planned to walk the rest of the way – no way was she
going to let the residents of Bluebell Close see her awful
paintjob, dents and replacement bumpers.

The first two
homes were empty – lit up from the inside by lights on timers, and
not even a maid to answer the door. Jaycie cursed internally as she
headed to the third. Small, mushroom-like lamps lit the way up the
sweeping driveway, and she couldn’t help but admire the tiny trees
planted in the island in the lawn. She wondered if this person
would be willing to make a donation to the party, and rang the
smart-looking bell confidently.

“Coming,” came
a call from inside. A man. That was good. If nothing else, she was
determined to get out of the cold for a while. She put on a winning
smile – she loved the way she could make them fancy her without her
giving in to a relationship. She was a strong, confident woman who
knew what she wanted… wasn’t she?

“Hello…” a man
with greying brown hair and a fading tan answered the door. He wore
heavy black spectacle frames and his clothes were rumpled as though
they had sat in the laundry basket too long before being taken out.
Clearly, this was a man who lived by himself.

“Hi,” she
smiled. “I’m Jaycie Thornton from the New Party – can I have a few
minutes of your time, sir?” she felt awkward talking to someone who
seemed so shy. She had worked hard on her confidence and expected
someone who lived in a mansion to be much the same. Maybe he lived
alone and was simply lonely. Jaycie tried not to compare the
feeling to herself. Was she lonely? To distract herself she smiled
wider at the untidy man. The man’s eyebrows shot up into his
uncombed hair.

“Um, well, I’m
not really into…” he stuttered, eyes on the cleavage before
him.

“Oh, come on,
just a little minute? For me?” she wheedled. She saw defeat in the
man’s eyes before he relented. His shyness was adorable. He would
make a nice boyfriend, she thought. She hastily pushed the thought
out of her mind.

“Ok, just, er,
follow me,” he said, closing the door behind her. They went down
the wide, oak-panelled hallway into a large lounge. It was very
well kept, almost unlived in, and Jaycie sat herself on the edge of
one of the expensive looking couches.

“So, what can
you tell me?” the man said, pushing his glasses further up his
nose. Jaycie noticed he hadn’t shaved since the night before, and
had a sweet salt-and-pepper beard growing through. She wanted to
stroke it with the back of her hand.

“Well, the New
Party is offering – ”

“No, no, what
can you tell me?” He looked over his glasses at her. “You seem like
a smart girl, why are you out canvassing? You should be doing the
accounts in the office or something.”

“It’s the best
way to meet voters,” she smiled. “Do you vote?”

“I haven’t for
the longest time,” he admitted. “Can you convince me?”

“I can try,”
she leaned towards him as she searched in her bag – time to break
out the new business cards and personalise the pitch.

“You look like
you’re really into this,” he said, taking a card. “Are you a
politician?”

“I hope to be,
one day,” she smiled. “I’m working my way up!”

“So you’re a
career girl,” he mused, putting the card on the table.
“Boyfriend?”

Jaycie laughed
awkwardly. “I don’t have time for a boyfriend,” she said, keeping
her voice steady. “It’s not my scene right now,” she couldn’t hold
back a sigh. Why was she telling this to this man? She felt safe in
this house, and gently put a hand on his knee.