Systematic Seduction by Ravenna Tate Read Free Book Online

pushed harder against her clit, rubbing now in a familiar rhythm guaranteed
to make her come within moments, she closed her eyes and tried to picture
Oliver naked, his dick red and dripping with pre-cum, as he teased her with it.
    Would
they make love next Friday? All she had to do was give him a little
encouragement. She’d seen the desire in his eyes tonight. The urge to call him
right now was strong. This would be a lot more fun with him here, helping her
along.
    When
she came, she cried out softly and whispered his name, picturing those
beautiful eyes staring down at her in a candlelit room. She curled up on her
side and drifted off to sleep, a smile on her face as her erotic fantasies
turned into dreams.
    ****
    Oliver
paced the office in his apartment. His laptop was open on the desk, and he’d
glanced at it every few minutes, but no one would call what he’d done for the
past hour and a half work. It was more like staring at the screen, not really
seeing anything on it. Even that wasn’t quite true. He saw Blair’s face on it.
    He
could still feel her hand in his. The imprint of that chaste kiss had fueled
his desire for her more than the wildest lovemaking he’d ever experienced.
Every other woman’s touch paled in comparison to what he’d shared with her this
evening. He was smitten. He had been for a while now, but tonight had sealed
the deal forever.
    From
the way her hair gently swayed when she moved, down to the chocolate-colored
boots trimmed with gold buckles at the ankles she’d worn, he was totally
captivated. He had her phone number. It would be so easy to call right now and
make up some excuse to come over. Would she see through it? Yes. No doubt about
that. But she might not mind. She might want him to come over.
    He
sat down at his desk again and recalled their conversation. What was in her
past that haunted her? It was more than her short-lived marriage to that
complete moron. He sensed it. He debated whether to do some searching. He was
still her boss, after all. He had a right to dig into her background.
    But
the fact that he hadn’t done so before now, or done so on any of the other
project leaders, nagged at him. He would be snooping into her life for all the
wrong reasons, and that was as much a violation of trust as if he’d turned
around and told everyone he knew what she’d confided in him tonight.
    No.
He couldn’t do it. Whatever it was, she’d have to tell him on her own or he
would never find out. That was the only way to earn her trust. It was the right
thing to do.
    Oliver
closed the laptop and made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Every woman he’d
dated had unknowingly endured a background check before the second date. Some
before the first. A man in his position had to be careful, after all. But that
excuse didn’t apply to Blair. He could have dug into her life well before now,
any time he’d wanted to.
    He
tried to sleep, but that was a joke. Between the five-alarm fire in his stomach
thanks to the burger and onion rings, and picturing Blair naked in his bed, he
might as well stay awake all night and work. If only he could focus.
    Rearranging
his pillows, he sat against the headboard and clicked around his video system,
looking for something that held his interest for longer than five seconds,
besides porn. He didn’t want porn. He wanted the real thing. He wanted Blair.
    A
woman with her coloring was giving a guy with a cock the size of Mount Rushmore
a blowjob. Oliver watched, more amused than turned-on, because the woman kept
glancing into the camera. Why did they always do that? It ruined the voyeurism
aspect of it because each time they did it, the illusion they didn’t know they
were being watched was ruined.
    Would
Blair enjoy giving him a blowjob? A horrible thought occurred to him. He hoped
whatever had happened in her past that she couldn’t talk about had nothing to
do with a man hurting her during sex, or worse, raping her. Because then he’d
have no