by
Crissy Smith
One seduction leads to another as two people fight to come together. Lacey seduces Brent Wilson after careful planning. Everything seems to go according to plan...until he gets up and leaves, breaking her heart in the process. Brent knows he messed things up with Lacey. He has to make things up to her. Using her feelings for him, he sets out to return the seduction. Will they find their way to each other or end up destroying each other's hearts?
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Excerpt From: Lacey's Seduction
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.