Page 12 of Tempt you…not!
Chadwick
We exitthe building and enter the Uber Alysanne ordered. In the media, she’s often compared to my sister, who, although is of a similar age, is shockingly different with how she presents herself.
Alysanne is quiet, well thought out, and careful with her words. My sister, on the other hand, commands a room with a domineering voice and vision. Alysanne knows the ins and outs of her products and what they’re capable of. My sister knows how to get people excited.
Both are good and necessary for the success of a large corporation, though their skills are vastly different.
On the way to her hotel, we fill the space with mindless chatter. To say I’m interested in getting to know Alysanne better is an understatement, and I’m not just saying that in a biological sense. She really does have me beguiled, from her insightful thoughts regarding our shared industry to her clever banter and witticism when it comes to current affairs.
I can’t remember a time I’ve been so charmed by a woman, and the fact that coupling with her would be ‘sleeping with the enemy’ only heightens my fascination.
We enter Alysanne’s room, and I immediately envelop her in my arms, crashing my lips down on hers.
She hesitates but slowly grows bolder, stroking her tongue along mine.
When finally we break away, I see worry in her eyes where lust once was.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
She chuckles dryly. “You are probably aware that there is a spring break video that was released several years back…”
I lick my lips, hoping the mood doesn’t sour. “I’ve heard.”
“I’m sure you’ve done more than just hear. Anyway, it nearly destroyed me.”
“Alysanne, you have nothing to worry about with me. Wherever this goes, it stays between us until you decide otherwise.”
“I decide?”
“I mean, I’m not opposed to exchanging numbers…”
“An Archibald and a Bastion could never date…”
“Maybe they could.”
She blinks back at me, her mouth ajar, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her again.
Her body melts against mine, and that sweet moan of hers escapes her lips again. Kissing is nice, but my want for this woman demands more.
I unfasten the sole button on her blazer, and she rolls her shoulders back, allowing it to fall to the floor. Underneath is a thin, lace camisole that does nothing to hide her body’s curves or her prominent nipples poking through the thin fabric.
She kicks off her shoes and throws the black-rimmed glasses aside, giving me a better look at her sultry eyes.
I take off my own blazer as she begins unfastening the column of buttons of my dress shirt, pulling it off me straight after. I undo the metal fasten of her pants, kneeling down to slide them down and off her tanned legs.
Her panties match the lace of her cami, which contrasts her skin. I kiss around the hem, my tongue dancing just beneath the fabric. Her fingers run through my hair as her breathing grows ragged. I dip my tongue in further, tasting her tangy sweetness.
“Chad,” she gasps, her finger growing tight around the clumps of hair she’s gathered.
I gaze up at her as she’s looking down at me, completely and utterly entranced.
“Yes?”
“Can we take this to the bed?”
I scoop her up and carry her to the bed, making a pit stop at the desk to grab the condom from last night. I set her down gently and throw the Trojan on the nightstand before taking off the rest of my clothes and crawling on the bed, moving between her legs.
She raises her arms, allowing me to slip off her cami and get a look at her spectacular breasts.
