Page 4 of Enticing Him

“You didn’t hear him yelling to see if everything was okay?” Dane asks and my cheeks heat even further. “You were too eager to get into my pants to worry if there was anyone else here, hmm? That’s okay, I like that thought, just not here where others could hear you crying out while I’m taking you or walk in and see your sweet little body all laid out and bare for me. I have blends I planned to take home and test in the morning and over the next few days, see if the taste was just as good after being opened for multiple days. What would you say to coming home with me? We can have a little taste test, and then I can see if anything begins to taste as good as your body.”

My heart races even faster, the look in his eyes saying exactly what he means as they linger on my breasts. “I say take me home, Dane.”

“Thank the fuck,” he whispers before his lips cover mine again, but it’s just a quick kiss before he’s sliding me back onto my feet. His hand wrapped around mine and I follow him through the space, letting him grab a basket with several containers in it, before leading me out another door and towards a car.

It’s a dark blue color and I love the smoothness of the seat he puts me in. It’s warm from the sun, teasing me into a drowsy state, making me feel like I’m floating in the lagoon sleeping as the midday sun shines down over me—the closest thing I’ve ever felt to true perfection until I was in Dane’s arms.

I want to live in them from here forward and I whisper a plea to Aphrodite to help me make him love me so I can do just that.

Chapter 2

Dane

My mind is racing as I pull up to the house, my eyes slipping back to the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on resting in my passenger seat. Her eyes are mostly shut against the sun’s brightness, hiding those gorgeous silvery eyes from me.

I want to see if they darken again when I have my mouth all over her. It was the sexiest look I’ve ever seen, and I’d have killed to have had her undo my pants and free my cock earlier.

If Chris hadn’t interrupted us, I sure as hell would have taken her right there, in the roasting kitchen where I come up with new blends for my specialty line. Most people in town think I just run this small café and make up small batches of coffee, but in reality, this is just an offshoot from the full company. I opened it under a different name, so technically it qualifies to be a ‘small business’ but what most people don’t know is that I come up with the recipes for the coffee blends and then the parent company my folks created produces them in larger quantities and sells them in cafés and supermarkets all over the country.

I worked alongside them, doing what I do here, finding new blends to enhance the coffee more, until they died in a plane crash a little over eight years ago, leaving everything to me. I was suddenly bombarded with women wanting to get their hands on me and my money—trying to do it in even more underhanded ways than Pamela did when I was twenty-one.

I was twenty-nine then and hated women already after Pamela’s betrayal, and the attention finally had me ready to lose it. Just over seven years ago, I packed up, put in a managing director at the company and took off, landing here somehow after several months of waffling.

I hate the beach and the ocean, even more than I hated women, stemming from an unpleasant trip to the Maldives when I was fifteen. My parents wanted to take this grand vacation to celebrate the company’s success and drug me along on it. I was a late bloomer, only five-seven and about fifty pounds overweight. A beach was already a place I wanted to avoid but ones where there were all kinds of women walking around in little bikinis…talk about most teenage boys’ dream, but I was a late bloomer in every way, which included sexually.

I had no interest in women though and ended up being laughed at one night by the sexy girl that swam up to the hut where I was alone. My mom and dad went off together for dinner and the girl attempted to put her hands under my shorts—discovering nothing was happening, making her cruel with her words. I never saw her again after that night thank god, but the things she said stayed with me, especially as over the years I still didn’t really develop an interest in women—or men for that matter.

I wasn’t even really interested in Pamela that way, but she was sweet—or so I thought—and gave me confidence in my new six-four body. The fifty pounds that once made me overweight put me right up to average with my new height, and I started working out more, turning it from fat into muscles.

I still couldn’t get myself interested in anything sexual with Pamela even after a couple months but figured with as conservative as she seemed that it would be okay, that it would come and everything would work out somehow. The woman was nothing more than a gold-digger and I’m thankful that I caught her in bed with some jock on a scholarship in her dorm when I did. Showing me her true colors and making it easier to know I didn’t physically want her.

It made me push myself to finish college quickly and I went back to work with my parents, ignoring all women since none of them interested me in the least.

I haven’t begun to find one I wanted—until now. But how could anyone blame me for wanting sweet, delicate, delicious Celestia? Shit, even her man gets me hard, and that’s one thing that’s never happened to me until now. I mean yeah, my dick’s gotten hard when I stroked it, and I’ve woken up hard, but it’s never happened with another person until now.

There’s something so enticing about her that I can’t begin to hold back. I don’t care that we’ve just met. That I know nothing about her. That she could be a worse gold-digger than Pamela was. As long as my hands are the only ones on her, she can have all of my fucking money. There’s no faking her hunger for me. I’ve had far too many women come up, falsely claiming they were just desperate for even just a kiss to not know when it’s fake and when it’s real now. What was rushing through her in the kitchen was a hundred percent genuine.

She can dream about everything my money can buy her while I’m buried balls deep, emptying into her womb, if that’s what’s helping turn that hunger into the ultimate desire even.

The thought of breeding her, putting my baby inside her just makes my cock jump even harder inside my pants. It wants out, wants inside her and like hell am I going to slow this down now. No, the sooner she’s wrapped around my cock, with a few gallons of my cum inside her, the better.

I pull into the garage, turning off the car, and look over towards her, the little smile on her lips enough to send my balls dancing. Her hair looks darker with the sun no longer shining on it, reminding me of the night sky even more. The golden sage highlights in it make me think of shooting stars and I’d kill to have one to wish on right now, because I sure as hell would be wishing that she’d fall in love with me in return.

Fuck…I must be crazy to think that could be what I’m feeling right now, but nothing else makes sense. From the moment I saw her, every thought was about her, about making her mine. Surely after all these years, my cock didn’t wake up simply with a case of pent-up lust. It’s got to be more, and I’m hoping it can be there on both sides.

I won’t let her go easily if it’s not. She might have said she’s only here for a week, but we’ll see what she’s saying in a few days when her pussy is constantly dripping with the remnants of my cum filling her. Cause I don’t plan to be out of her for long.

I open the door, heading around the car and grab out the coffee samples from the backseat, before opening her door, smiling as her eyes open, a bit sleepily as they meet mine. “Tired, baby?” I ask, helping her up and out of the car. Her bag is on the floorboard, and I grab it up, moving us into the house as her eyes dart all around us curiously.

“A bit, we were up really early this morning and I’m not really the morning type,” she says as I stop in the kitchen, setting the basket onto the island there along with her bag. I flip on the coffeepot that has one of my house-blends ready to brew, and turn back towards her, letting my eyes slide down her long bare legs to the flipflops on her feet. Her toenails are painted a similar shade of blue as her hair and it simply makes my cock harder still, as does the tight nipples poking against the thin sleeveless white blouse she’s wearing.

“Hence the coffee?” I muse as her little nose twitches smelling it brewing. She has the cutest fucking nose I’ve ever seen and even it gets me harder still.

“It’s so good,” she sighs, her lips turning into a grin and I move up to her, stealing them with a kiss that lingers, my hands cupping her perfect face, until the coffeepot gurgles.

I pull back, moving to grab a couple mugs and fill one full for myself, trying to keep from stripping her and taking her right here in the kitchen. “Do you want cream or sugar for yours?”

Her nose wrinkles again, her face a bit aghast at the offer and I chuckle, moving to the island with the two cups, putting the corner of the thing between us, as I set the mugs down. “You like it pure just like me, don’t you, baby?”

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