Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2) by E. J. Adams Read Free Book Online

intended. No whips and chains or choke collars. Maybe a little more than last night. That's all I'm suggesting.”
    Brandon leaned forward and placed his hand on mine. His touch always excited me. He was gentle while smoldering hot at the same time.
    “Ashley, the sex is already fantastic. But, I can't deny that getting a little kinkier is a turn on.”
    “ Is that a 'yes'?”
    “ Yes. I might have a few ideas,” Brandon replied.
    “ Come here Mr. Sexy CEO.” We leaned in toward each other and kissed.
    Our dinner arrived and we enjoyed a wonderful meal. I expressed how much I enjoyed the food and ambiance. Brandon promised that we would eat there again. We strolled into Central Park arm-in-arm for our romantic horse and carriage ride.
    The evening air had turned cooler. I was glad. We cuddled under a light blanket as we rode the horse-drawn carriage through Central Park. We also got a few erotic squeezes in without being noticed.
    Central Park was an oasis in the middle of the bustling city. Riding along the winding trails of the park was like a fairytale. Brandon and I shared a tender kiss and then I leaned in and nestled against his chest. It was a perfect romantic introduction to my new life in New York City.
    Our 45 minute ride came to an end. I had enjoyed that time with Brandon under the stars and trees. Brandon tipped the driver and then assisted me out of the carriage. He took me by the hand.
    “ My place is a short walk from here,” he said as we began strolling out of the park.
    “ Do you have a view of Central Park?” I asked.
    “ Yes. You can see over the top of the park and to the buildings surrounding it. A great view. Day or night. Tonight, I'm looking forward to a different view.”
    “ As long as you do more than look.”
    “ I promise,” he said kissing me on top of my head. “We have the walk signal, let's cross.”
    We crossed the street and approached the front door to his building. The doorman greeted us as he held open the door.
    “Good evening, Mr. Mitchell. Good evening, Miss.”
    “ Good evening, Thomas,” said Brandon.
    The lobby of his building was beautiful with a lot of marble.
    “The main elevators go to every floor. The elevator at the end of the hall is private and express to the Penthouse,” Brandon told me as he pulled out a key card to access his private elevator. I don't know why Brandon living in the penthouse surprised me. I guess a lot of this was still so new to me.
    I was sure the penthouse was luxurious. I had no doubt that the view of Central Park was impressive. They say everything is bigger in Texas, but Brandon's world was proving to be incredible. And none of that mattered to me. My excitement was for the sexual rapture that I knew awaited me.

Chapter 8
     
    It didn't take long to reach the Penthouse. The elevator doors opened into the living room. A wall of windows offered a sweeping view of Central Park and its surrounding buildings. A large terrace ran the full length of the Penthouse.
    The inside was modern and almost minimalist. It was not empty or cold though. Warm art adorned the walls. There were also framed photos of Brandon with family and friends.
    The leather furniture looked comfortable. Glass and polished metal tables were like the ones in his office. Mounted to the wall above the fireplace was a large plasma TV.
    “That is great for watching Yankees games. Although, I prefer to go in person, when I can,” he said as he took off his sport coat and draped it over the back of one of the living room chairs.
    “ Do you like baseball?” he asked.
    “ Sorry. Not really. My dad loves it though.”
    “ Is he a Yankees fan? Wait. Maybe the Rangers or Astros?”
    “ Well, the Rangers are in Arlington, near Dallas. The Astros are in Houston. The Austin metro area is sort of in-between. So, I guess, either could be his team . . .”
    “ Sounds like you're trying to avoid answering the question, Ms. Sullivan,” he said as he looped his arms around