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  A small smile spread over his face. “Jennifer, isn’t as bad as what you think. She’s a good woman.”

  I bite down hard on my back teeth. Now’s not the time for me to give an answer to that. Jennifer is Corrine’s daughter. Mom’s best friend. So they met at church.

  I won’t tell Dad that Jennifer was the reason the Petersons got divorced because Mrs. Peterson caught her riding her husband’s eighty-year-old cock. And I won’t tell Dad it was Jennifer’s fault why Officer Beaumont’s wife to be left him at the altar.

  Cheating. The woman is a cheat and loves money and cock that doesn’t belong to her. But I won’t tell Dad that because he still remembers the sweet little girl he accompanied to her first communion. He thinks of her as heaven sent and literally like God loaned the world one of his angels.

  I won’t tell him either that while I might be unattached and look like a suitable candidate to the ethereal being he thinks she is, she’d only have me because of my wealth.

  I may be a bastard who thinks he owns the world and has women at his beck and call eating out of his hands more often than not because of my wealth, and my looks, but there’s a part of me who wouldn’t want to be married to a woman who wants to be with me just for that.

  I’m too possessive to tolerate cheating and I don’t share things that belong to me. Since I expect that, I would be the same. That is how it would be.

  But… I‘ll humor him.

  Three months. I can look like I’m trying to play by his rules for three months, get control of the new firm and then do whatever the fuck I want.

  I have my own stipulations, however.

  “I’m telling you it’s a straight up no to Jennifer,” I inform him. “I want to control the new firm but I will not have you hang a woman over my head hoping I’ll marry her. I’m not doing it.”

  He frowns and I know then he really was hoping to squeeze that in.

  “Joshua –”

  I hold up my hand. “No Dad, it’s wrong. Even you know that. I’ll see the associate through her training and I’ll whip the department in shape. That’s work related. You can’t rule my personal life.”

  “Joshua, you are the face of the company as my son. You are always at the sex club, and the way you live is just…. Unsavory. Take it down a notch.”

  Anger fills him again, and he’s about to go off into another lecture when a knock sounds at the door.

  This is supposed to be the associate now. It’s nine. She’s right on time so I can give her credit for that.

  “I hate associates. I hate anybody training under me because mostly they don’t get me. and… I hate Brainiac, most especially the Stanford ones who think they know it all. I went to Georgetown, and I can wipe the floor with anybody from anywhere.

  He sprang this woman on me and I was hoping to get rid of her. I didn’t even bother to read her files when Dad told me she went to Stanford.

  Dad looks to me and points. I hate anybody, whoever they are pointing at me.

  “Remember what I said. You will not sleep with her…” he warns and I smile.

  “Come in,” I say instead of answering him.

  The door pushes open and for the first time in weeks I really believe God has turned his sight back to me.

  I’m frozen in time, space and everything the same way I was last night when I saw her enter the club.

  At my door stands a very wide eyed Giselle. Her cheeks crimson with a blush that flushes to her neck when she sees me.

  I should be shocked by the coincidence but instead that animalistic part of me that wanted to take her and make her mine last night comes out.

  She’s my associate.

  Looks like the day just got heaps better.

  Chapter Five

  Josh

  I try to stop grinning.

  I must look psychotic with the smile that’s spread across my face.

  Dad smile’s too at the beauty beckoning her to come in.

  I could kick myself now for not reading the file.

  I would have gotten her name from days ago. Last night I would have at least picked up on some element of coincidence of meeting two Giselles in one week. We might have had some conversation that would elude to the fact that she’s the same person I’ve referred to as ‘that woman I’m training’ for the last three days.

  “Joshua this is Giselle St. John.” Dad says and I rise to my feel putting out my right hand for her to shake. In my left is the coin. Her coin.

  I wonder what she did with mine.

  “Hello,” I say shaking her dainty hand as she gives it to me. It feels the same as last night. Like I should take her and claim her before anyone else does. “Joshua Tanner at your service.”

  “Hi…” she answers, holding my gaze.

  I already know I’m holding her hand for far too long, so I’m not surprised when Dad clears his throat and cuts me a crude stare to reiterate the warning he previously issued me. I release her hand and straighten up.

  Although I’ve assumed professional mode, my mind is working overtime, conjuring up all the other ways I want her body.

  Bent over the desk, on the desk, pressed up against the glass and yes… she’s wearing heels.

  “Joshua, Giselle is one of the brightest attorneys we’ve ever had I think you’d enjoy working with her. I’m sorry I can’t do it myself, but duty calls.” Dad eyes me with seriousness, but his face softens when he looks at her. “Giselle, my son is the next best thing to me. He’ll show you the ropes, and you’ll be in good hands. I’ll leave you two to get to know each other and discuss your plans. Let me know if either of you need anything.”

  “Of course I say and he gives me that look of caution again.

  I may act like I can deal with him and the way he’s arranged everything, but I know not to fuck with him. He’s serious. He’ll give Riley the opportunity to head the firm and I’ll just be here doing what I always do.

  I love my job. That’s the reason I’m so good at it. But I want more.

  Doesn’t mean I have to be a complete saint though in the process. How the fuck am I supposed to be the saint Dad wants me to be when I’ve already broken rule number one.

  When Dad goes through the door, I return my attention to my little associate.

  I didn’t just have sex with her one time; it was six and the seventh time would have been on the way if sleep didn’t take me.

  The fact that I woke up with my cock hard as fuck, wanting more, showed just how much she interested me.

  And she still does.

  “I… didn’t know… who you were,” she stutters.

  My gaze drops to the gentle rise and fall of her chest and I can’t hide the hint of a smile that forces through when I recall how much fun I had last night playing with her tits.

  I climb back up to her face and relish in the soft rose color that’s tickled her cheeks.

  “That’s probably a good thing, might not have had the adventurous night we had if you did.” I grin.

  We wouldn’t have… or rather she wouldn’t. I still would. Had I known who she was last night, there’s no fucking way I would have seen her and spent my night any other way.

  The first thing to intrigue me would have been that my little junior associate who’s supposed to be Miss. Goodie Two’s from Stanford has the same taboo as fuck tastes as me. Even if it was her first time at The Dark Odyssey, she still went.

  “Um… maybe,” she breathes, still looking me over. It’s shock that’s taken her. I can see it in her eyes. While she’s looking at me like she can’t believe it’s me I’m looking at her and I love that I got to see her in the sunlight.

  The sunlight spilling through the floor to ceiling window picks out the different brown tones in her hair. Variant and soft around her angelic face.

  This is a woman who’s angelic, Not Jennifer. Being the devil I am, I know, and I’m going to use it to my advantage.

  “Maybe? So you’re not sure if you would have still slept with me as
many times as you did if you knew I was your boss?”

  She stares at me, and then she actually looks like she’s going to faint.

  “Oh my God… um, I’m sorry I really didn’t know and the way I behaved last night was not a representation of me. I really want this job. I swear I’m good at what I do.” Her eyes widen even more than they are as she continues to freak out.

  I’m sure she means she’s a good attorney, but I think she’s also good with other things too. Like using that mouth of hers. It fit perfectly around my cock several times last night and I can’t wait to be inside her again.

  “Let me be the judge of that.” I flick the coin over and hold it up in front of her. The color drains from her face as she looks from it to me. “I think things have taken a very interesting turn, don’t you?”

  I’m so bad. The sex club and the whole encounter from last night isn’t her. I watch and observe people very well. That’s what makes me so good at what I do. My expertise at the firm here involve intellectual property, criminal law, and mergers. I prefer the first two because they always, always involve some piece of shit who decides he wants to screw people over. Just from one look I can usually tell someone’s as guilty as fuck.

  My analysis of Miss. Giselle St. John is that she’s the good girl with a wild side, and I want it.

  She takes a step back and her pretty mouth parts, worrying itself as she tries to think up some answer to say to me.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You say that a lot. The thing is, I think you do know,” I counter. “I think you know exactly what you want. What I don’t know is why you don’t just tell me. Like I think you know you didn’t have to leave my bed this morning.”

  “I thought I was supposed to… Look, Josh. Last night was great, and I enjoyed myself. But I don’t want to ruin things for us professionally.”

  I expected her to say that. I definitely did. It’s a continuation of her mantra from earlier.

  “Professional… interesting word. Very interesting word. For us though… Not so much.”

  She just looks at me and blinks. “What do you mean?”

  It’s time to show her.

  I love watching and showing all the fruits of my labor from how observant I’ve been.

  I have her coin. There’s no rule that says when we should end, and the look in her eyes shows I have permission. She still looks at me the same way she did last night. There hasn’t been a time since she laid eyes on me this morning that she hasn’t looked at me like she wants me.

  Good for me. Good for her.

  I step away from her and she watches me as I walk up to the door and lock it so no one can come in and interrupt us.

  I have five minutes, then I have a meeting.

  Turning to face her confirms that permission. Desire glitters her eyes, along with lust. Both are accompanied by my personal favorite –need.

  The need I see in those bright brown eyes of hers reflects exactly what I feel roiling inside me.

  It’s such a good thing that one of us isn’t shy about what they want. It’s probably a better idea too that it’s me.

  “Josh…” she says my name on the edge of a hushed whisper that sends the same thrill that raced through me last night.

  I make my way back to her, stepping purposefully into her personal space. Just like I thought she would, she steps back, still fighting temptation.

  That’s fine. The devil always knows weaknesses.

  She just needs encouragement. That’s what she needs.

  “Giselle, I think it’s safe to say that you got the induction of what it will be like to work with me last night. The good news is we can use last night for extra credits. But I think just so there’s no misunderstanding I’ll illustrate the fine print for you in greater details and show you exactly what I mean when I say ‘professional’ won’t work with us.”

  She takes an instinctive step back, and she’s against the wall, exactly where I want her.

  The contact actually startles her, and she looks me over with anticipation when I place my hands on the wall either side of her.

  I’m noticing very well how she’s not fighting this, or disputing. I’m not hearing anything in the way of her protesting to my forwardness. What I see is that curiosity from last night.

  So… the first thing I do is push away from the wall, reach for the band holding her hair together in that ponytail and allow her dark locks to tumble down her shoulders the way it was last night.

  Against the wall she looks as enticing as she did in the radiant light from the wall at the club. It lit her up in blue and the water flowing around her gave her a fairytale appearance. That was the first time that spark of pure need hit me in my gut.

  “I mean this… I want your hair down because it’s sexy as fuck. You will wear it just like this every day.” It’s time to show her my true colors.

  “What?”

  “You heard me.” I lean closer, take a lock of her silky hair in my hands and allow the ends to curl about my thumb. “I want your hair like this. I like this too,” I press my finger to her glossy pink lips and her lipstick smears my finger.

  I hold up that finger showing her the gloss and she watches as I lick it off.

  “My lipstick?”

  “Any color will suits, but I like this one. And this…” it’s the smell of her. Honey and flowers. I don’t know which flower it is. It seems to be her natural scent. I lean further in and press my lips to her neck.

  I won’t kiss her lips because there’s something about kissing her that steals thoughts and I need to have a clear mind about my meeting. It’s the type where the room will be full of assholes. It’s one of Dad’s clients who always tries to undermine me, so I always have to be ready.

  The minute my lips brush over her neck, I realize I was wrong. Kissing her here has the same damn effect as her lips. It’s her skin. No matter where I kiss on her body, it will have the same effect.

  I have to fight the urge to devour her and pull myself away. I brush over her ear and her breathing speeds up.

  “I can’t get the smell of you out of my head,” I tell her, and she turns to look directly at me.

  That heavy breathing turns me right back to those tits and fucking hell, they look bigger than last night. I run my finger over her right breast and she presses back into the wall, closing her eyes like she was dying for me to touch her there.

  “And these, Giselle…” I say feeling my dick harden up in my pants. Fuck, I wish I could be late. I’m dying to be inside her again and I know she wants that too. I squeeze her breast and undo the little top button holding her breasts together so I can move away the cup of her bra, freeing the ample flesh from the tight restraint.

  Her nipple is so tight the light pink rose tips have darkened. It pebbles beneath my touch when I take it between my thumb and forefinger.

  Her eyes open and gazes at me. I can’t resist the urge to play with her emotionally and physically.

  I roll the pleading nipple between my fingers and smile down at her half pleasure, half pained expression.

  It’s sexy as fuck and still I want more.

  She moans and my little associate does the sexiest thing by reaching for her other breast and massaging it. I just watch her and widen my grin. Looks like we’re on the same page now.

  Good.

  “Giselle… do you want me to suck your tits?” I ask, raw and brash.

  “Yes,” she says and I bend my head low to take her breast into my mouth.

  I suck the one I’m holding and take over the job of massaging the other. There’s no way I’m going to allow her to touch herself when I could do it.

  I give her pleasure and I’m grateful for where my office is situated.

  It’s the last on this floor and at the corner. Next to me is my own stationary closet that I alone have the keys for and there’s nothing but nature on the other side. The great view of the Chicago skyline and the river.

  No one can see in a
nd no one can hear her as those moans fall from her lips.

  Someone would have to be at my door to hear that and the only man who’ll be here today that could take that as a sign I’m up to no good is my father. I won’t be seeing him again for the day.

  I almost can’t believe I get to indulge on this beauty again and I’m pissed as fuck that I won’t get to do all that I want for the sake of time.

  I suck on her, working the tips to life and take out her other breast to get to work on that one too.

  The sounds that come from her are unreal. I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to control myself. There’s one more thing I want and I will be selfish about it.

  Much as I would love to spend the day pleasuring her and take her right here up against this wall I will be selfish until later.

  I move away from her breasts and leave her gasping for air so I slide her skirt up her thighs, making it ride all the way up to her hips so I can get access to her panties.

  She’s wearing black lace today. Perfect. Against her creamy skin it screams sex and temptation.

  I can’t believe the scenario this could have been. Me meeting her and handing her the induction pack I’d prepped yesterday. I thought if I got past the Stanford attitude most people I’d met from there sported I may take her for coffee.

  This is so much better.

  I get to my knees because I want to savor everything about what I plan to do to her next.

  It’s the unadulterated version of the first time I did this to her. Seeing as this is all I will get right now, I won’t be holding back.

  I shove her panties to the side, lift her leg over my shoulder, relishing the feel of her heels grazing into my back and bury my face right into her pretty pussy. Her pretty pink lips were already wet and juicy, ready to be sucked and fucked.

  I lick over her swollen clit and groan as the taste of her hits my tongue. It’s that sweet floral taste to match her smell. I wish I could bottle it. Fuck, I have an idea that will shock her more than I already have.

  I lick and suck and her fingers smooth into my hair urging me to continue giving her what she needs.