Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(3)

"Goddamn, Julie, what do you want?" he asked desperately.

She loosened her hold on his dick and rocked back until her bottom rested on his knees. She stared levelly at him.

"I want you to beg."

He glared at her. "I don't beg. Ever."

She smiled, accepting his challenge. "Well see about that, Tucker."

She leaned down again, pulling his c**k up so that the underside was accessible. With a long swipe, she licked from the base to the head and then rolled her mouth over the crown. She sucked him deep, taking all of him. Her nose met the short, crisp hairs of his groin, and still, she held him deep, swallowing.

His groan split the air. He was close. Really close. But she was determined not to make it easy. What was the point in giving the man the best head of his life if she was going to cut it short? She wanted him to remember. To lay awake at night, his skin alive with want. She wanted him to want her. To realize what he'd never have again.

If that made her vindictive, oh well.

He cursed when she pulled him close to his orgasm and then stopped, allowing him to slide away from sweet release. When he calmed beneath her, she began again, coaxing and unrelenting.

The third time he trembled beneath her, ready to explode in her mouth, she pulled away again.

"Julie, please! God, just finish it. I'm . . . begging."

With a wicked smile she descended, taking him hard. His hips arched convulsively, his ass bumping against the table as she f**ked him with her mouth.

"Oh, God," he breathed. "Shit. Julie. I'm going to come."

Her grip tightened around him and she worked her hand up and down in unison with her mouth. His hips shot upward in one continuous bow. His cry ripped over her ears just as his cum shot into her mouth, hot and silky.

She took it all, sucking and swallowing as he shook beneath her. His hips fell as he slammed back onto the table, and she followed him down, her mouth never leaving his cock.

His hand tangled in her hair, the first time he actually touched her. His fingers glanced off her scalp as he almost tenderly stroked through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, the pleasure of his touch.

Then, slowly, she pulled away, refusing to meet his eyes. This wasn't the time to get caught up in the ooey-gooey aftermath when half of what was said was bullshit and the other half was the result of the brain still not functioning after a mind-blowing orgasm.

She slid off the table and straightened her clothes. Across the room his robe, and the towel she'd tossed away, lay carelessly strewn. She hurried for both then turned and tossed them in Nathan's direction.

"That... was on the house," she said, proud of the steadiness of her voice. "I won't, however, be available for future appointments. You'll have to find another massage service."

She caught only a brief glimpse of the shocked expression on his face before she turned and walked out of the massage room.

Chapter 2

Nathan roared up into the parking lot of Malone and Sons Security and cut the engine. With an irritated yank of his keys, he got out and slammed his door.

He strode to the door, glowering the entire way. That damn hellcat Julie. After giving him an orgasm that rivaled Mt. Vesuvius, she'd had the nerve to blow him off.

What the f**k kind of point was she trying to prove? If she wanted his attention, she'd certainly gotten it in a big way. After weeks and weeks of endless sexual frustration, his prayers had been answered. Julie's mouth around his cock, her hands on his body, a vixen bent on seduction.

Yeah, well then she'd turned into a friggin' iceberg. Not only had she fired his ass—could a customer be fired?—but he'd seen neither hide nor hair of her in a week. A week! When before he couldn't damn well turn around without her being there, now she'd disappeared off the face of the earth.

He'd gone into her salon, determined that she, and nobody else, was going to give him a massage. Only this time he was going to have her down on the table under his mouth and hands. Imagine his surprise when a woman he'd never seen before introduced herself as Julie's new massage therapist.

Oh, hell no.

He'd turned around and walked out, ready to strangle Julie. Right after he f**ked her brains out.

He swung open the door to Malone and Sons Security and stalked in, making a beeline for Faith's office. He almost ran into Micah Hudson in the hallway. Micah started to say something but took one look at Nathan's face and held his hands up.

Micah backed away, an amused grin on his face. "I'll catch you later, dude. After you've worked the knot out of your panties."

"Fuck you," Nathan muttered as he shoved past him.

Faith looked up as Nathan walked into her office, her eyebrows going up. Usually he was a lot more even tempered, especially with Faith. He loved the girl to death, but today his patience was hanging by a thread.

He put his hands down on Faith's desk and leaned over to stare her in the eye. "Where—is—she?"

Faith blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Julie," he growled. "Where the hell is she hiding?"

A burst of amusement flared in Faith's eyes, which only served to piss Nathan off more.

"I swear to you, Faith, if you don't tell me where she is, I'm going to strangle that pretty neck of yours."

If he thought that threat was going to get him anywhere he was sadly mistaken. Faith laughed in his face.