Seducing Him Novels & Stories

“Yeah…we’re not getting divorced. No way in hell.” Now I know he mumbled something. I just didn't register the words at the time. I was too busy enjoying the taste of his mouth. He tasted of a combination of liquorice, mint and strangely delicious cucumber - a weird combination. But it worked for him. Damn, did it work. His hand sled futher down my body, feeling every inch of me and it grabbed my ass cheek in a firm grip.

It was decadent and made me hungry for more. “Edging,” he said, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath, “is bringing you right to the brink of orgasm… and stopping.” His face hovered inches from mine, close enough to see the faint freckles scattered across his cheeks. “That sounds horrible,” I said, breathless. “It is,” he agreed with a feral smile. “I’ll take you to the edge again and again until you’re trembling and begging. And when I finally let you come, you’ll thank me.”

Tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with a touch so deliberate and so gentle that I feel my eyes close against my will. “Khloe.” His voice is low. “Look at me.” I open my eyes. His face is inches from mine. His eyes are dark and certain and entirely focused on me, only me, completely me, with the specific devastating attention of a man who has decided and is not afraid of his own decision. “Tell me to stop,” he says softly. “Right now. Tell me and I will. I will walk back to that chair, and we will drink this coffee, and I will pretend I don’t want you every second I am in the same room as you. Tell me.”

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

"You have to seduce him if you want him." "Oh, but I don't know if I do," I answer him honestly and grimace. "Jake is pretty and all, but..." I remember the kiss and how my heart raced. It was the most alive I've felt in years. "But I guess... I'm curious if we could become more... there is chemistry in his kisses." "Mhm, but if you want him, you must seduce him. He is way past playing nice, so getting naked it is." "What?!"

I sat stiffly in my chair, clutching my number: Eleven. As I watched the candidates before me, the sinking expressions on their faces when they returned did little to ease my nerves. Still, I clung to my resolve. I wasn’t just here to be Noah’s nanny—I had a bigger plan. Winning this job was the first step, but my ultimate goal was far more calculated: I had to seduce Justin Hunt. It was the only way to capture his attention and exact my revenge. Finally, my number was called. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and entered his home office.

My voice trembled as I whispered the words that sealed my truth. “I had set out to seduce him but in the end, I was the one who fell.”

In his seat of pleasure. “Is that how you talk to your boss?” He asked quickening his pace. “Ye..Yes boss!” Tessa tried to cling to the last string of sanity but it was too late, she was already lost, lost in the devil's pit. Pleasure was too mediocre to define how she was feeling right now. His other hands reached for her ass, squeezing it hard. His hands barely covered it but still it was enough to earn a moan from her. “Kiss me!” The words tore from her throat laced with hunger and deep lust.

“So we pretend everything is perfect?” “Exactly.” He stood, walking toward her with that deliberate, predator-like grace that always set her nerves on edge. “We put on a show the world can’t question, while we find our real enemies.” She swallowed. Damian was asking more than collaboration—he was asking her to surrender herself to his world, to the performance of engagement, without guarantees or safety. And she agreed, because she had no choice.

Thought he was angry at me all this while, since he never smiled at me, but just as he heard about sex, his mood changed! "Don't keep your hopes too high darling, I will not have s** with someone like you, we are going home now." He said and I don't know why I really felt broken by what he said. Am I that bad? Maybe I'm not like his friend 'Penelope.' I will make sure he begs me to sleep with him, for now I need to earn in trust and I think I'm going to follow Susan's advice by seducing him. "What did Penelope say to you at the event." He asked after few minutes of silence.