Accidental Seduction Novels & Stories

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

Everything about her attracted me, and that was the reason that I made the decision to do something I never did. I fucked her. Not only did I fuck her, but I explored her body again and again until either of us was too exhausted to continue, and then instead of parting ways, we fell asleep, and when I woke the following morning, the bed beside me was cold. Now, the one that got away stands right in front of me, and of all things, she is my new step-niece. What a fucking joke. I think as I note how the woman in question tries to keep her gaze from meeting mine, and although it is amusing, it is also a bit annoying.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

Usually I'd sit and watch. I might even hoot and holler in encouragement when they stand up bound for a bedroom. The ones with a bit of shame usually give up then, but there are others, people who would rather die than not commit that bit of betrayal. I always view seduction as an art most employed by those who need a tug to convince. Whoever is being seduced is either too much of a wuss to actually go after what they want or cheating on someone who is already committed to them. A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

Within moments she felt her pussy pulse and a gush of her juices slid into her panties as she came hard all over her fingers. “Good girl. You just came for me, didn’t you.” “Oh...yes...it was good, too.” She quickly looked around, knowing that she would be in big trouble if caught at work. “Would you like more?” “Oh, yes...definitely.” Whoever her mystery man was, he was perfect at seduction. “Okay, expect a package in a couple of days. We can have some more fun.” She hung up the call, thanking the fact that their clients weren’t recorded. Who was this mystery man and why was he so fixated on her?

Then, he averted his gaze from me and mumbled, "You don't care about me at all." I ignored his act and sat on the couch, asking, "Why did you lead me to say those things when you knew it was me?" He dropped his aggrieved act and smiled slyly. It was almost as if he'd set up a trap to lure me in. "I was curious to see how far you could go, angel. I'm really sad, though… "We were only lucky enough to get matched up because we live close to each other. Wouldn't you have said those things to another man if you matched with them tonight?"

She knew that he would definitely be rich but she didn't think he would be this wealthy. She scrolls further, regretting the choice almost immediately. She paused as she noticed something alarming on the screen. Her eyes widen in alarm. “No, no no, this can’t be happening to me.” She muttered to herself. She clinks on a link that shows a series of pictures showing her with Sebastian in a bed. They were both asleep and she was wrapped in his arms, her face facing the camera. They were both naked and the only reason her nudity wasn’t visible was because a blanket covered both their modesty.

Until unexpectedly, an unforeseen event occurred. Alice accidentally tripped over a chair and was about to fall. Ashton, seeing this, intended to help. But instead of improving the situation, he ended up being pulled by Alice, and they both fell. And the unfortunate part was that Ashton fell right on top of Alice, their lips accidentally touching. In a frozen state, their eyes met. They were immersed in an awkward situation until they heard another woman's voice reprimanding them. "Ashton ... what are you two doing?"

She took the phone and I held her hand completely, defusing not to let go. "Bruce..." She spoke slowly "Let's walk side by side so that we don't bump to each other." I suggested, holding her hand completely. "um okay..." She muttered. We tried to manoeuvre our way in the dark, but she bumped into something, and had it not been my hold on her, she would have fallen down. "I'm s-sorry, I di-dn't see." She spoke but I didn't respond. We moved again and this time my calves collided with a surface, making my knees bend and I realised it was the couch. I fell on it and she fell with me directly onto my lap.