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  Lacey’s Seduction

  ISBN # 978-1-907280-30-6

  ©Copyright Crissy Smith 2009

  Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright October 2009

  Edited by Jess Bimberg

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  Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road

  , Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  LACEY’S SEDUCTION

  Crissy Smith

  Dedication

  To my #1 fan (he knows who he is) for the daily encouragement and the constant support. Soon we will be reading your books!

  Chapter One

  Five years, she'd waited.

  Five years, she'd wanted him.

  Tonight, after months of planning, she would have him.

  Lacey Palmer stood in front of Brent Wilson baring her soul. The black lace camisole parted seductively, giving a full view of her soft, round breasts. The matching thong would come off with just the slightest tug. The black stockings hugged her legs, stopping at her tanned thighs, and the stiletto heels that finished the outfit would put her mouth at just the right height.

  She motioned him into the plush hotel room with a crook of her finger and toss of her hair.

  He stepped inside, looking like every woman's fantasy man. Dark hair and eyes matched his tanned face. As he approached she watched the muscles of his thighs strain against the material of his slacks. She could tell he was already hard. But she wanted more from him.

  His face showed his surprise when he’d seen her open the door half dressed. She’d sent him an email that said she would be coming to town to attend a conference. It was just a small lie. But one she hoped would result in spending the entire weekend wrapped around him. She hoped she could turn their friendship into something much more intimate.

  Lacey closed the remaining distance and ran the tip of her tongue over his jaw and across his lips. When he opened his mouth to allow her access, she moved down.

  She didn’t kiss him yet. If she did, she might lose control and her seduction would go to waste. Brent was an alpha male, and she wanted to give him a night of pleasure. Give herself to him so he might feel more for her.

  She was encouraged that he hadn’t questioned her yet. He hadn’t backed away and told her to stop. She swallowed the fear of rejection and continued to try to entice him to her bed.

  He looked elegant in his dark pleated pants and white button down shirt. He was tall, over six feet of pure American beef.

  With shaky fingers, she undid each button of his shirt. Once she reached the waistband of his pants, she pulled the shirt out and let it fall to the floor.

  Running her hands first over his shoulders then his chest, she bent her head to place feather light kisses. He lifted a hand and buried it in her hair, and as she moved lower, it tightened. When she reached the clasp of his pants, he grabbed her hand.

  "Be sure," is all he said, his voice soft and quiet.

  She shivered in anticipation.

  Oh, she was sure. She was absolutely positive that this night with him would be even more spectacular than her fantasies. She brushed his hand away and slowly undid the clasp and zipper. Letting them fall to the ground, she moaned in approval as his erection sprang out. He didn’t wear any underwear, and for some reason, that turned her on even more.

  She gently wrapped her hand around him and ran her thumb over the tip, collecting the small drop of pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

  The hand in her hair tightened even more. Looking up at him under her lashes, she stroked up and down. His eyes gave away the pleasure he was feeling from her touch. She continued to stroke him until he was thrusting in her hand. Then, slowly rubbing her body against his, she dropped to her knees.

  First, she teased with just small, light licks. When she finally took him in her mouth, he moaned. Looking up, she found him watching her. He was so handsome. His brown eyes were dark, almost black with obvious lust. She let the length of him slide from her mouth, then took him back in, going deep. His body trembled for her. She continued at a torturous pace and grew more aroused as he thrust into her mouth. She wanted him desperate for her.

  When he yanked her up by her hair, she went willingly. He walked her backwards from the living area into the bedroom until the back of her knees hit the bed.

  There he held her, staring into her eyes before slowly lowering his mouth to hers. The kiss was hot, brutal, and demanding. She moaned in the back of her throat. He trailed his hands down her body and cupped her breasts. She arched her back, pushing them into his palms. He teased her nipples through the lace, then he pulled and ripped the camisole down the middle.

  He broke from the kiss and held her breasts in his hands. He smiled as he met her eyes for an instant before lowering his head to engulf one plump nipple in his mouth. The wet heat felt so good on her that she grabbed his arms to hold her up. Her knees were going weak. When he released one nipple, he took the other one. Still cupping one breast, he teased his fingers over the lace that separated him from her hot wet core.

  Lacey moved into his touch. She had been right when she'd thought one small tug would break the thong. In seconds, she was pressed up against him, wearing nothing but the stockings and high heels. As she dropped her hands to his lower back to press him more intimately into her, he laughed softly.

  He turned her around so quickly she almost lost her balance. But he was there to position her the way he wanted. He bent her over the bed with her hands out in front of her. He moved close behind her, and she could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass. She wiggled to get relief from the fire that threatened to consume her.

  With strong hands, he yanked her head back, exposing the long, slender column of her neck. Warm lips kissed and nipped at her throat as he sank his cock into her. It felt so good to have him inside her body, her muscles clenching around him.

  She arched her back so she could take him deeper. Her moans came out fast and loud while his grunts were low. One of his hands remained at her waist holding her in position for his assault, while the other cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. This, this was everything she had wanted.

  She felt the building climax. Letting go of everything, she threw her head back against his shoulder and enjoyed the ride. As she flew over the edge of pleasure, her body bucked and jerked. She screamed as the world seemed to slip away as one orgasm turned into another. He tightened his grip, on her hips now as he thrust harder and faster. She barely felt his final thrust or heard his hoarse cry from his own orgasm as she floated with pleasure.

  Lacey collapsed on the bed, her breaths coming out in short bursts. Brent’s
body still covered hers as he also tried to control his breathing. The mating, the coming together, had been absolutely amazing. It had been everything she had hoped for.

  When Brent withdrew from her body, it was all she could do not to groan at the loss of his heat. He rolled beside her, lying on his back, and turned his head to her.

  Lacey was at a loss of what to say. She had carefully planned the seduction so shouldn’t he take charge now? But as they stared in each other’s eyes, she wondered what to do next.

  “Did you get what you wanted from me?” he asked quietly.

  She frowned as he sat up. What did that mean? He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy their coupling as much as she did. She could tell he did. She was shocked when he rolled off the bed.

  “Wait. You’re leaving?” She rose to her knees. Sure there was another reason for the sudden stiffness of his body and coldness in his eyes.

  “Was there something else?”

  Lacey just stared at him. Was there? She wasn’t sure. She had come with the sole purpose of seducing him and she had. Now shouldn’t he take her in his arms and hold her? That was what she’d expected, wanted.

  “I…I thought…”

  Brent laughed. “You thought what?”

  She shrugged, unsure of how to act, what to say. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll be here all weekend.”

  “Well, I guess it didn’t take as long as you figured to get me in your bed. You can run along home now. I know you’re not attending a conference this weekend. I checked.”

  Heat crept up her cheeks. “Yeah, well…I…”

  Brent looked down as he towered over her. “Don’t be shy now. Your actions tonight prove you are far from sweet and innocent as I once believed.”

  Her mouth dropped open. He was insulting her? Making what they had shared a quick roll in the hay. A one-night stand.

  But then she realised that’s what it was to him. While she had prepared herself for the rejection that he might not want her, she never entertained the thought that he would only want her for one night. She cared for him as more than a friend and had stupidly thought he might too. Tears burned behind eyes. She was humiliated and heart-broken. Instead of showing him how much he hurt her, she let her anger take over.

  “You knew I’d lied, and you came anyway,” she challenged.

  His smile was cocky, but it still made her insides melt and liquefy. “I was curious of what you had planned. It seemed you went through a lot of trouble. The least I could do was show up.”

  Lacey had heard enough. She wasn’t going to let him stand there and tell her that he hadn’t wanted her. That he had just shown up. It was more than insulting to her. It was…well, she couldn’t think of a word that was bad enough. “You’re a bastard.”

  He nodded his agreement. “Yes. Yes, I am.” He turned and headed out of the bedroom into the living area where his clothes had been dropped to the floor.

  Lacey followed him, steaming mad. How dare he? She watched as he pulled his slacks back on. “You didn’t have to fuck me.”

  He laughed again. “I told you to be sure. I did what any reasonable man in my position would have.”

  Lacey could feel a new wave of tears forming. She wouldn’t cry in front of him. “Just leave. Get out of my room,” she said as calmly as she could before turning and locking herself in the bathroom.

  Inside, she turned the cold water on in the sink and splashed it on her face. She'd just been played the biggest fool. And the worst thing was that she deserved it. She had felt an instant attraction for Brent from the beginning. She enjoyed their email bantering back and forth.

  But, despite their bantering back and forth, she didn’t really know the man she’d just slept with. And truthfully that had been part of the fantasy.

  Brent watched Lacey walk away and out of his sight. Damn, he could have handled that better. He had known she was up to something when she’d sent him an email telling him she would be coming to town for three days and wanted to see him.

  He’d always enjoyed talking to her. She was much more than just a pretty face. She was smart, funny, and sweet. He knew he would love spending time alone with her. The conventions they both attended always had crammed schedules and left him exhausted. This had been a chance to see her out of that environment.

  When he had found out there weren’t any conventions or conferences over the weekend at any of the hotels, his curiosity had been piqued. He’d had the vague thought she was there just to see him, but had pushed it aside. Lacey wasn’t an affair kind of woman. She’d never given him any reason for him to think she was interested in more than being a friend. They had met years ago when she had attended a writers’ convention he had been at. She had been there as a fan, plus she owned her own bookstore. They had struck up a friendship and started to email back and forth immediately once they’d returned home.

  Lacey was different from his other fans. He could carry on a conversation with her about everything and anything. She wasn’t like the scores of women who would sneak into his hotel room in lingerie and throw themselves at him. He’d considered her a friend.

  He had been shocked when she’d opened the door in that outfit. It left nothing to the imagination and made it perfectly clear what she wanted. When she had gone about taking the lead and seducing him, he had been so turned on he thought he might explode.

  She had looked incredible. Her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her blue eyes clear and bright. She was slender with curves in all the right places. She was a pleasure to look at with clothes, but without… my God, she had taken his breath away.

  Brent had given a lot of thought about what it would be like to have Lacey’s body under his, the way she would moan and cry as his body pushed into hers. He’d had more than one dream of her on her knees taking him in her mouth. Brent felt his body harden at his thoughts.

  Yes, he should have handled that better. The look of devastation on her face had been enough to twist his heart painfully. But he’d had to be cruel, he told himself. It was the only way to make sure what happened tonight wasn’t repeated.

  If she thought they could just have a fun weekend together then go back to the way things had been, she was kidding herself. He felt too much for her to fall in with the categories of his youth, when he would take a woman just to have her. He wanted more and had since he first saw Lacey, but he now knew what she thought of him. To her, he was just a nice face, with a good athletic body, and a creative mind. She didn’t want the same thing he did.

  He would have to stay far away from her now. He wouldn’t let himself settle for less than he deserved. A loving wife and family, and over the last few years, Lacey had been the woman in those fantasies.

  Now that he had tasted her, he knew one taste would never be enough. He ached to take her body in every imaginable position there was then make up a few more of their own. She had been hot and spicy, smooth and silky—she had been great.

  As his erection strained against the material of his slacks, Brent shook his head. The damn woman should have known better. He headed for the door and made sure he slammed it behind him as he walked away from her.

  Chapter Two

  Lacey waited as the cab driver took her suitcase out of the trunk. Her stomach was jumping, and her hands were sweating. The hot July sun glared down at her. It had to be over a hundred and ten degrees here. Why would anyone want to live somewhere it was so damn hot?

  The heat had nothing to do with her bad mood though. She was nervous about being here. For three months, she had avoided author conventions, and Brent, by sending her assistant Paige in her place.

  Paige had refused to come this time. Her new live-in boyfriend had complained about her leaving one weekend a month and had made romantic plans at the lake for them. So Lacey was stuck attending. And she would have rather been anywhere but in the same city with Brent—the man who, she admitted to herself, had broken her heart.

  Walking into the hotel
, she was hit with a blast of cold air. She stood and let it sink in to her body. The sounds of the casino rang out as people dropped coins in machines, cheered when they won, and booed when they lost. The fabulous Las Vegas. Well, she was feeling anything but fabulous.

  Lacey managed to check into her room without snapping at anyone. Paige had been after her for months, trying to find out what had happened that weekend with Brent. Lacey hadn’t told a soul. She would keep the secret of her stupidly with her until she died.

  Her room was beautiful and should have been able to cheer her up. It was only a bedroom with a large king-sized bed, small bathroom, and balcony, but Lacey was determined to enjoy herself.

  She had a ticket to the main conference with the meet and greet with authors. Plus a ticket to the evening parties and dinners. The parties had always been her favourite part of attending, and she wasn’t going to let Brent take that away from her.

  Tonight’s black tie party was not something she was looking forward to, though. Brent would be there, looking amazing in black like he always did. He’d probably brought a date with him, she thought, even though he never had in the past.

  It was already past five by the time she had unpacked. She needed to start to get ready if she wanted to make the dinner. She had purposely taken the latest flight she could so she wouldn’t have much time to wander around. She didn’t want to accidentally bump into Brent in a casino or restaurant.

  Sighing, she grabbed her bathroom supply bag and headed in to take a shower. She might as well look her best. She didn’t want Brent to think she had been pining away for him the last three months. Three months with no word from him. No email apologising or explaining. Nothing.

  Brent pulled at the collar of his shirt. He hated these formal dinners. He didn’t like to dress up, and he hated to dance even more. He frowned at the three young women who walked by him giggling and whispering to each other.