Page 6 of An Illicit Seduction

Nodding, Jaime pursed her lips and continued. “Then, he perked up and started asking me several questions.”

“What kind of questions?”

Jaime shrugged. “He wanted to know the attire and asked for suggestions for his own outfit. He…well, he also asked what you would be wearing?”

Seraph’s eyes ballooned, and she scooted to the edge of the couch so that she could face Jaime to ensure that she heard her correctly.

“Run that by me one more time.”

“Well,” Jaime breathed, “he wanted to know what you were wearing. I told him that I didn’t know, but it would more than likely be blue since that’s your favorite color.”

Seraph stared blankly in front of her, conjuring up the image of Damon in those silky pajama bottoms in a shade so similar to her own silk ensemble that all three articles of clothing could have been purchased in one set.

“What the actual fuck is going on?”

She thought she had whispered those words to herself but Jaime clucked her tongue and shifted on the couch beside her.

“Isn’t it obvious? He likes you!” She pursed her lips. “And you tried to push me on him!?”

Her top lip curling, Seraph blinked rapidly. “First of all, I did not push you on him; you came to me trying to get hooked up. Second of all, there is no way that he likes me. It’s impossible.”

Jaime’s pinched face was the epitome of confusion. “How is it impossible? He’s a red-blooded human and you’re smart, successful, and gorgeous. Hell, if you weren’t straight, I’d have been tried to shoot my shot.” She leaned back and ran her gaze up and down the length of Seraph’s body. “Shiiiid, a couple more cups of this passion punch and I still might.” Her grin was goofy, and although Seraph rolled her eyes, her lips still quirked into a smile.

“Whatever, Jaime.”

Giving her a knowing smile, Jaime left it alone. “Mmhmm. Anyways, you know how we get down at the Pajama Jam. He might be a good deal younger than you, but if ever you were going to give him a chance, tonight would be the night.”

Even the idea of giving Damon “a chance” to do anything that wasn’t platonic caused bile to rise in the back of Seraph’s throat. She shook her head. “Not happening.”

“Okay, okay. I hear you.” Jaime pushed up from the couch and grabbed Seraph’s arm, pulling her to stand as well. “Come on. You’re done eating, so let’s get some more of this passion punch in your system and loosen you up.”

Seraph laughed but allowed herself to be tugged toward the kitchen. “I’m half-naked; my ass is two squats from being exposed, and I’m contemplating fucking strangers. I think I’m plenty loose already.”

Looking back at her, Jaime grinned, mischief glinting in her sparkling brown eyes. “Once you go from contemplating to executing then I’ll know you’re loose enough.”

Despite consuming copious amounts of the passion punch—so named for its natural ability to lower inhibitions—Seraph never made it to the execution stage. Each time she found a worthy candidate, Damon would pop up in her peripheral and she would run off to put some distance between them. His focus seemed magnetized to her, and no matter which common area she tried to lose herself in, he kept finding her, even out on the patio where at least a dozen people were gathered around a couple of hookahs. Too drunk to continue playing mouse to his cat, but not drunk enough to go there, Seraph finally retreated to one of Jaime’s guest rooms and climbed under the covers of the queen size bed, falling into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

CHAPTER FOUR

Dream or Nightmare

Seraph was burning up.

She was so fucking hot that she felt like a piece of fried chicken sitting under a heat lamp at a buffet. Her body was on fire, and the delicate silk short set now clung to her like armor. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind to shed the now wet fabric that a pair of warm hands gripped the hem of her tank top and rolled the material and her bra up her torso and over her head. Those same hands then pulled her shorts and panties from her body until she lay bare on the bed, but it still wasn’t enough. She was combusting from the inside, and if something—some sort of relief—didn’t happen soon, she was bound to explode.

Soft lips touched just above her belly button, causing her midsection to concave in surprise and anticipation as the lips traveled up her body until they reached the base of her throat. Opening her eyes, Seraph blinked in the darkness to make out the face of the man who was giving her pleasure she’d never before experienced, but the room was nearly pitch black, thank to the thin strip of light coming from under the door as her only light source. Something about him felt familiar, but aside from the shadow of a strong jaw and a dimple, she couldn’t identify the perfect stranger.

“Please,” she whispered into the darkness, reaching up and running her hands over the man’s face, trailing her fingers over the divots that indicated he was smiling down at her before trailing her hands over his shoulders. She was unsure what she was begging for but knew that she needed it desperately.

Strong hands pushed her thighs apart, and the broad shoulders she’d just traced brushed against her most sensitive parts as the man lying between them settled in to worship at her altar. She didn’t have to beg—didn’t even have time to form a word—because he didn’t hesitate, immediately using his stiffened tongue to part her labia and lap in between the folds. He dragged his tongue up and down the length of her slit, tasting every inch of her as she slid her fingers along his smooth scalp and gripped the back of his head, pulling his face even deeper into her pussy, begging him not to stop.

The room might have been dark, but Seraph could see her orgasm shining brightly as if it were a light at the end of a satisfaction tunnel. It was there, just within reach, and the moment she stretched out her hands to grab it, he sucked his tongue back into his mouth and scrambled up her body, laying against her until they were flush against one another with his dick notched between her pussy lips.

“Say my name,” he commanded as he rocked his body against hers, dragging the ridged underside of his rock-solid erection along her needy clit. “Say it.” Then he grabbed one of her breasts tightly and bent his neck, capturing the stiff nipple with his teeth.

Gasping, she gripped his arms and arched her back off the bed. The added sensation was too much and the pressure… She could feel her climax hurtling toward her. Just a few more thrusts…

“Say. It!” he growled, sending a delicious shiver up her spine as she breathed, “Damon…”