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Tristan’s Temptation

Sabrina York

 

The red-hot sequel to Adam’s Obsession.

 

Tristan Trillo has one steadfast rule—
thou shalt not fish in the company pond
. That puts his executive assistant Shannon Weiss firmly out of reach. He tells himself the secret steamy computer simulations he creates—ones featuring a seductress with more than a passing resemblance to Shannon—are enough. But watching the virtual Shannon get spanked or tied up, taken from behind or while down on her knees, just makes him want the real Shannon more.

When Shannon discovers the depth of Tristan’s desire, she vows to seduce him in real life, his rule be damned. After a blazing, illicit tryst in Tristan’s office, he insists they can never do it again. So Shannon, ever the obedient assistant, makes certain the next time she seduces him, they do something completely different.

Poor Tristan is a man trapped between his steadfast rule and a burning passion. A rock, if you will, and a
very
hard place.

 

Tristan’s Temptation

Sabrina York

Dedication

 

This book is dedicated to my darling Seaquills—Celeste Deveney, Kathy Klein, Natalie French and Monica Britt. They always knew it would happen.

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

First of all, thanks to Carrie Jackson for having the good sense to fall in love with Tristan as well as the discipline and mad skills to whip him into shape.

My heartfelt appreciation to my fellow writers for their help getting my career on the right track. Especially Cathryn Cade, Scarlett Sanderson, Rebecca J. Clark, Tina Donahue, Delilah Devlin, Kendra Edens, Kate Hill, Delilah Marvelle, NJ Walter and Cristal Ryder. Huge hugs to Anna Alexander, Olivia Waite and Carmen Cook for keeping me sane. And a great big debt of thanks to the judges and coordinators of the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too contest.

To all my friends in the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America, Passionate Ink and Rose City Romance Writers groups, thank you for all your support and encouragement.

 

Chapter One

 

Tristan Trillo burned. He leaned forward in his lush leather chair, hiding his hard-on behind the big mahogany desk as his assistant Shannon Weiss entered his office.

She looked particularly enticing today. Her adorable corkscrew curls were swept back in a ponytail, revealing the delicate features of her heart-shaped face—wide, brown, fawn-like eyes, turned-up nose and sweet bow lips. She wore a tight leather skirt and form-hugging belly shirt. Slick leather boots encased her calves.

“You wanted me?” A throaty purr.

Did he want her? Dear God, yes. “Care to take some…dictation?”

Her response was a cheeky smile. “Of course.” She closed the door with a sharp click and strolled to his desk, steno pad in hand. “Where do you want me?”

“Here.” His heart pounded. “Come here.”

She grinned and tossed the steno pad heedlessly to the floor then rounded the large desk in a seductive saunter until she stood before him, luscious legs spread shoulder-width apart. The light from the window cascaded over her body, forming shadows, highlighting the peaks and valleys of her small upturned breasts. He caressed the soft skin of her thigh between the top of the boots and the hem of her skirt. His fingers curled around the warmth and drew her closer. She murmured soft encouragement.

“Take off your shirt.”

She complied without reservation, revealing a wispy push-up bra that cupped her breasts with exquisite precision. It was sheer and scant. He could almost see the coral rings of her nipples.

His grasp tightened on her flesh. “On your knees.”

She smiled at the command and knelt before him, placing a hand on his thigh. It drifted slowly up to the buttons of his jeans. In a heartbeat, she had them open and his cock in her hand. Tristan shifted restlessly as she bent her head, took him into her sweet mouth and began to suck. Her head moved up and down as her tongue and lips milked his erection.

The sight was alluring, seductive and damn arousing. It always was.

But today, for some reason, it just didn’t cut it. Normally the image of Shannon on her knees before him with his cock in her mouth was enough to drive him wild but today it was just frustrating. It simply wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

With a snort, Tristan slapped his laptop closed and spun around to glare out the windows overlooking the parking lot. When Jack Maris created Virtual Life, a high-resolution role-playing game, Tristan, as CEO of Trillo–Maris Software, had been excited about the prospects. It hadn’t taken long for him to realize the potential of a game where players could create their own reality and interact with avatars that looked and sounded just like people they knew, or people they wanted to know. The game could be played as a single player, as a private group or as an MMORPG interfacing with internet players across the world—all of which boded an extraordinarily promising market share.

But for Tristan, the game had an infinitely more personal draw. Using Jack’s little-known code to access the Green Door application, he’d created a seductive scenario featuring Shannon Weiss in hope of exorcizing the ill-conceived passion he felt for his prim little assistant. However, as time passed, Tristan had developed racier and raunchier scenarios. Delving into his darkest desires, making them come to life in the virtual world, only whet his appetite for the real thing.

Now he thought of very little else.

What he
really
wanted—pretty much more than he wanted to draw his next breath—was the real thing. He wanted Shannon there on her knees before him, her warm hands on him, her slick mouth tormenting him and bringing him to climax. And he wanted it so badly he could practically taste it.

But there were three major problems with this obsession.

The first problem was Tristan’s dedication to his business. When he, his brother Adam and his college roommate Jack Maris started the company, they’d agreed on several critical rules. The mandate at the top of the list—
don’t fish in the company pond
. That meant no romantic entanglements with employees. There were many reasons why this was a sound policy. Most specifically, when these kinds of relationships went sour, it could ruin a business.

Adam had no compunction about breaking the rules, Tristan noted with disgust. He’d recently become engaged to their very best financial analyst, much to Tristan’s chagrin. It didn’t seem fair that Adam could circumvent the rules and get laid every night—which he wasn’t in the least shy to report—while Tristan vented his frustration with his cock in his fist, obsessing over a digitalized version of the woman he desperately wanted.

It was damn frustrating. But it was
his
rule and Tristan always followed the rules. So despite his ever-growing fascination with Shannon, Tristan kept it in his pants and controlled his desire, turning instead to Jack’s version of virtual reality porn and feeling a little sleazy in the process. He kept telling himself he should just quit doing it—he realized it was a crutch for a very unwise addiction—but he always came back.

The second reason his fixation on Shannon was unwise was because she had a boyfriend—a handsome, muscular hunk whom she adored. Of course Tristan had never discussed Bosco with her but he’d overheard snatches of conversation between the women in the office mooning about how cute he was, with “those dreamy brown eyes”, “such big, muscular shoulders” and an “adorable ass that wiggles when he walks”. In his mind’s eye, Tristan had created a vision of Bosco as a big, dumb, muscular jock. It was pretty annoying to think of Shannon in bed with a douche bag like that, especially since Tristan wanted her in
his
bed.

The final reason his obsession with Shannon was idiotic in the extreme was the simple fact that Shannon Weiss would never, ever do any of the things Tristan fantasized about her doing. She was excruciatingly meticulous and reserved and ever so proper. She would be revolted by his carnal desires. Deep and dark and unrelenting as they were. When he was in his right mind, he couldn’t even imagine her having a sexual urge, much less acting on it. The prospect of the real Shannon, aloof and modest, on her knees sucking the sanity right out of a man was wholly absurd.

This obsession was wholly absurd.

Tristan swung around to glare at Shannon’s desk, which he could see through the floor-to-ceiling windows flanking the hall. She sat primly in her task chair, back straight, intent as she transcribed their most recent meeting minutes from the recorder to the computer. She was dressed, as always, with exquisite taste—no thigh-high vinyl boots and belly shirts here. No. She wore a perfectly tailored business suit and had her wild hair tamed into an elegant little bun atop her head—though wayward tendrils had escaped to caress her swanlike neck.

He’d had dreams about those tendrils curling around his finger, dancing along his thigh as she dipped her head again and again…

Damn.

Tristan yanked his imagination away from the abyss and opened his laptop again, forcing himself to concentrate on work. He would not think about Shannon or her unruly hair or her sweet face or those tantalizing ruby lips and how they would feel stretched around his…

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Work
, he reminded himself. He had to focus on work.

A timely phone call saved him, demanding his attention to solve a thorny problem, forcing his attention away from the passion slowly driving him mad. He was congratulating himself twenty minutes later—for mastering twenty whole minutes of not thinking about Shannon—when her sultry voice sent him tumbling back into the cauldron of his simmering desire.

“Mr. Trillo?”

“Yes?” he snapped. He was always snapping at her, it seemed. He didn’t mean to but whenever she was near, whenever he smelled her scent or heard her voice, frustration gnawed at him and made him irritable.

And did every British woman sound so sexy? The dulcet tones of her crisp accent made his cock twitch.

“I’m off for the day. Is there anything you need from me before I go?”

His lungs seized. Did he need anything from her before she left? Christ. Multiple visions of what, exactly, he needed flooded his mind. “No!”

Damn. That was a little harsh.

She stood there silent, still, her eyes luminous and serious as she studied him. He felt her gaze like a caress, and his cock, the voracious beast, stirred once more.

It should be illegal for a woman to look at a man like that and not offer him some relief.

It really should.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was soft, timorous.

He sighed and scrubbed his palm over his forehead. “Yes, Shannon.” God, he was weary. So tired of all this wanting. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She nodded crisply and returned to her desk, gathering her things. He watched her surreptitiously, knowing he shouldn’t. Knowing he should look anywhere but there, but she was like a magnet for his attention. He couldn’t break away from her allure.

As she walked away from him, toward the elevators at the end of the hall, his attention fixated on her ass in that pinstripe skirt, measuring the span of those tight globes. How would they feel in his hands? The very notion made his mouth water.

She rounded the corner and he caught himself leaning to the left to keep her in his sights. He groaned, calling himself all kinds of a fool. He opened his laptop and against his better judgment logged on to Virtual Life to finish his virtual blowjob with his virtual assistant.

God
, he thought to himself.
I really need to get laid.

 

She really needed to find a new job.

Shannon Weiss frowned at the unpleasant truth. She loved her job more than anything but her boss made it utterly untenable. Of course, it wouldn’t be so bad working for the surly old bear if she hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for him.

But fall for him she had, and almost immediately. She’d set eyes upon him in the interview—taken in his handsome, sharply edged face and utterly delicious body—and that, as they say, had been that. She’d received several other offers for her services—her résumé and references were impeccable, after all—and though the other firms offered more money, Shannon had accepted Trillo–Maris’ offer. All because of Tristan.

He was just the type of man she hungered for. He was just the type of man she always won. Until Tristan. For some reason, he always ignored—or missed—her subtle lures. She knew he found her attractive—a woman always knew—so she could only assume his reticence was due to his stubborn devotion to his rule of thumb—absolutely, positively, no office romances.

Normally when she saw a man she wanted, Shannon went for it, no holds barred. Tristan, however, sent her nothing but stop signs. It was painfully clear the man had no salacious interest in her whatsoever. Which was rather demoralizing because she was utterly mad for him.

She’d been heartened to see a romance bloom between Adam and her friend and coworker Kat, hoping Adam had succeeded in breaking the ice, in breaking the rules, but Tristan held firm. He’d become even more taciturn since the announcement of his brother’s engagement.

With this discouraging reflection, Shannon pulled open the door to Charlie’s Bar and Grill. She stepped into the dim, musty interior and squinted, scanning the tables and booths for her friends. She usually didn’t join the Trillo–Maris crowd for happy hour but tonight she really needed a beer.

“Shan-non,” Sara bellowed from across the room, standing to wave at her. “We’re over here.”

Picking her way through the peanut shells littering the floor, she made her way to their table. “Hey, guys.”

“Glad you could join us.” Jenny grinned and the multiple piercings tracing the way along her lip line danced.

“Yeah. Pull up a chair.” Kat tugged out the seat by her side.

Shannon smiled at the warm welcome. That was the thing about this company. Everyone there was so nice, so friendly. She’d loved it from the very start and hated to think of leaving. They were as close to family as one could get.

“Thanks.” She dropped into the chair with an audible
oof
. “What a day, huh?”

“No kidding.” Sara flicked back her blonde mane and signaled to a passing waiter for another pitcher. “You want a beer?”

“And how.” Shannon’s great gust made the others laugh.

“Shan, I don’t know how you do it.” Jenny wrinkled her nose. The plethora of piercings ringing her nostrils bunched.

Shannon tried not to stare. She always did. But she couldn’t help thinking how painful it all must have been. She didn’t even want to think about the tattoos. “Do what?”

Jenny waggled her eyebrows. Again. Dancing studs. Yikes. The eyebrows must have really hurt. “How you work for Tristan and keep your sanity.”

Good question. She wasn’t quite sure. “He can be trying.”

“Trying?” Jenny gaped. “Try mouthwatering. I’d be all over him like a cheap suit if I were his EA.”

Kat chortled. “Which is exactly why you’re not his EA.”

“Right.” Sara took a fresh pitcher from the waiter and leaned over to fill everyone’s glasses. “An executive assistant has to be professional and precise. Practically perfect in every way.”

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