Maya Banks - Sweet Seduction

He sucked in his breath when she lowered her head. Her tongue shot out and traced a delicate line around the head. Then she sucked him hard inside her mouth, taking him whole and deep.

His back came off the table like a shot, spasms ricocheting through his body. But he kept silent, according to Julie's dictate.

He tasted wholly male, or like she imagined someone as big and rugged as he was would taste. Strong. He was equal parts satiny, as her tongue glided over the smoothness of his shaft, and rough, as she encountered the pulsing veins and wrinkled flesh of his foreskin.

The crown of his dick was tight. Silky at the top, puckered around the flared edge. She lapped hungrily at it in anticipation of his release. Not that she planned to let that happen for a while yet.

She paused and pulled her head away, keeping her fingers curled around the base. She glanced up to see him staring down at her, his eyes glittering with lust. Yeah, well, she wasn't going to get any grand ideas that he wanted her. Wrap your lips around a man's cock and shove breasts at him, and he wouldn't give a shit about who you were or worry about deeper attraction.

She winced. Gee, try to not take that personally.

Determined not to look back at him, she lowered her eyes and set about driving him crazy.

Deep. Sucking. Swallowing as she guided him deeper still. His fists were curled into tight balls at his sides as he strained upward to thrust into her mouth.

And then she stopped. She released him slowly, letting her lips glide sensuously over his cock on its way out. He arched helplessly toward her, but she raised her head out of his reach.

"Goddamn, Julie, what do you want?" he asked desperately.

She loosened her hold on his dick and rocked back until her bottom rested on his knees. She stared levelly at him.

"I want you to beg."

He glared at her. "I don't beg. Ever."

She smiled, accepting his challenge. "Well see about that, Tucker."

She leaned down again, pulling his cock up so that the underside was accessible. With a long swipe, she licked from the base to the head and then rolled her mouth over the crown. She sucked him deep, taking all of him. Her nose met the short, crisp hairs of his groin, and still, she held him deep, swallowing.

His groan split the air. He was close. Really close. But she was determined not to make it easy. What was the point in giving the man the best head of his life if she was going to cut it short? She wanted him to remember. To lay awake at night, his skin alive with want. She wanted him to want her. To realize what he'd never have again.

If that made her vindictive, oh well.

He cursed when she pulled him close to his orgasm and then stopped, allowing him to slide away from sweet release. When he calmed beneath her, she began again, coaxing and unrelenting.

The third time he trembled beneath her, ready to explode in her mouth, she pulled away again.

"Julie, please! God, just finish it. I'm . . . begging."

With a wicked smile she descended, taking him hard. His hips arched convulsively, his ass bumping against the table as she fucked him with her mouth.

"Oh, God," he breathed. "Shit. Julie. I'm going to come."

Her grip tightened around him and she worked her hand up and down in unison with her mouth. His hips shot upward in one continuous bow. His cry ripped over her ears just as his cum shot into her mouth, hot and silky.

She took it all, sucking and swallowing as he shook beneath her. His hips fell as he slammed back onto the table, and she followed him down, her mouth never leaving his cock.

His hand tangled in her hair, the first time he actually touched her. His fingers glanced off her scalp as he almost tenderly stroked through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, the pleasure of his touch.

Then, slowly, she pulled away, refusing to meet his eyes. This wasn't the time to get caught up in the ooey-gooey aftermath when half of what was said was bullshit and the other half was the result of the brain still not functioning after a mind-blowing orgasm.

She slid off the table and straightened her clothes. Across the room his robe, and the towel she'd tossed away, lay carelessly strewn. She hurried for both then turned and tossed them in Nathan's direction.

"That... was on the house," she said, proud of the steadiness of her voice. "I won't, however, be available for future appointments. You'll have to find another massage service."

She caught only a brief glimpse of the shocked expression on his face before she turned and walked out of the massage room.

Nathan roared up into the parking lot of Malone and Sons Security and cut the engine. With an irritated yank of his keys, he got out and slammed his door.

He strode to the door, glowering the entire way. That damn hellcat Julie. After giving him an orgasm that rivaled Mt. Vesuvius, she'd had the nerve to blow him off.

What the fuck kind of point was she trying to prove? If she wanted his attention, she'd certainly gotten it in a big way. After weeks and weeks of endless sexual frustration, his prayers had been answered. Julie's mouth around his cock, her hands on his body, a vixen bent on seduction.

Yeah, well then she'd turned into a friggin' iceberg. Not only had she fired his ass—could a customer be fired?—but he'd seen neither hide nor hair of her in a week. A week! When before he couldn't damn well turn around without her being there, now she'd disappeared off the face of the earth.

He'd gone into her salon, determined that she, and nobody else, was going to give him a massage. Only this time he was going to have her down on the table under his mouth and hands. Imagine his surprise when a woman he'd never seen before introduced herself as Julie's new massage therapist.

Oh, hell no.

He'd turned around and walked out, ready to strangle Julie. Right after he fucked her brains out.

He swung open the door to Malone and Sons Security and stalked in, making a beeline for Faith's office. He almost ran into Micah Hudson in the hallway. Micah started to say something but took one look at Nathan's face and held his hands up.

Micah backed away, an amused grin on his face. "I'll catch you later, dude. After you've worked the knot out of your panties."

"Fuck you," Nathan muttered as he shoved past him.

Faith looked up as Nathan walked into her office, her eyebrows going up. Usually he was a lot more even tempered, especially with Faith. He loved the girl to death, but today his patience was hanging by a thread.

He put his hands down on Faith's desk and leaned over to stare her in the eye. "Where—is—she?"

Faith blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Julie," he growled. "Where the hell is she hiding?"

A burst of amusement flared in Faith's eyes, which only served to piss Nathan off more.

"I swear to you, Faith, if you don't tell me where she is, I'm going to strangle that pretty neck of yours."

If he thought that threat was going to get him anywhere he was sadly mistaken. Faith laughed in his face.

"She finally get to you, Nathan?"

He closed his eyes and was tempted to beat his head on the desk. God save him from impossible women. When he reopened his eyes, he found Faith staring at him, a glint of steel in her expression.

"Come on, Faith," he wheedled. "You're supposed to be my friend."

"What you are is a dumbass."

His mouth fell open. What the hell happened to sweet, generous Faith who made them all coffee and mothered them incessantly?

She stood and placed her own hands on the desk and leaned forward, her lips twisted in a snarl. "You ignore her for weeks, act like she doesn't even exist and then when you decide to take notice, you're pissed because she's not running when you snap your fingers?"

"Not that I don't love watching you get your ass kicked by a girl, but Pop wants you on the phone," Micah called from the door. Amusement was heavy in his voice.

"Get out!" he and Faith said at the same time.

Micah threw up his hands. "Okay, okay. Just don't call me to clean up the mess later." He backed out of the office at high speed.

Nathan turned back to Faith. "What do you mean, I've ignored her for weeks? Do you know how impossible it is to ignore that woman? I'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice."

It was Faiths turn for her mouth to gape open. Then to his utter shock, she reached across and smacked him upside the head.

He yanked back, staring at her in shock. "What the hell was that for?"

"Dumbass. Complete and utter moron. If all men were as stupid as you, the world would have a population crisis."

"You can quit with the insults any time."

"Don't stop now. Its just getting interesting," Connor Malone said from the door.

"Out!" Faith screeched at her brother.

Nathan didn't say anything, but he pinned Connor with a glare. Connors shoulders shook with laughter, but he turned and sauntered back out.

"Office is a damn revolving door today," Nathan muttered.

"It's a revolving door every day," Faith said pointedly. "You just never get the hint. Just like you're too thick to figure out that you could have had Julie at any time. You've lost your chance, and moreover, you don't deserve her."

Heat simmered in Nathan's veins. Lost my chance, my ass. Just because women had to be so fucking complicated didn't mean that he was the dumbass for not figuring out the mystic woman's code for I want you. There wasn't a man in the world who knew how the fuck women thought, and if he said he did, he was a goddamn liar.