Elle's Seduction by Abby-Rae Rose Page B

mean?”
    Luke sipped his Heineken and stood up toe to toe with him, invading his space. “You don’t want her.”
    “It’s not about what I want,” Darren said his voice gruff as he fought to control the dull ache forming in his groin. His mind couldn’t go there. He had a job to do.
    “Oh, I think it is.” Luke snagged the half drained cup of bourbon and ran his tongue around the rim, sipping directly from the spot Darren had drank from. Heat flashed through him as Luke held his gaze and sucked an ice cube into his mouth.
    Brown eyes drifted shut as his mouth worked the ice cube. Behind the mask, Darren imagined Luke’s angelic face, mouth full as it would be with his cock, throat and tongue working him. His body swayed at the thought—he suddenly saw the allure of the mask. All facial features hidden accept those velvet-brown eyes and luscious, full lips.
    With a hard crunch, Luke smashed the ice cube with his teeth and opened his eyes, startling Darren back to reality. “You just have to make the decision. And let me tell ya, you aren’t doing him any favors by fucking that little filly.”
    “I promised I’d seduce her and nothing you or anyone else says is going to change my mind, especially some goody-two shoes with an angel complex. You might be a pretty boy and good with that mouth and ass, but don’t overstep your authority here.”
    Luke sobered at that, stepping back from him. “Seduction isn’t all about your dick, so stop being such an ass and pay attention. You might learn something.”
    With that, Luke slammed the nearly empty glass on the bar and walked away; his Heineken barely touched.
     
    ***
     
    Elle couldn’t breathe. From the moment Darren had picked her up, she’d been on edge. The man who’d flirted outrageously with her all day was quiet, distracted. She hadn’t minded the quiet though and had enjoyed the time to pull herself together.
    After the conference room with Maxwell earlier she’d fought the contradicting desires within her. She enjoyed Darren’s company. He kept it light, but there was no mistaking the subtle hum of attraction there. Maxwell though, he was dark and intense. His gaze alone made her nervous. There was a promise there that she desperately wanted to take him up on.
    Attraction didn’t describe the all consuming connection she experienced when he was around. Even now, hours after he’d left her alone in the conference room panting from her release, her body still ached for fulfillment
    The heavy thumping of the music’s beat wasn’t helping as it thrummed against her clit. When Darren had showed her in, she’d been shocked. Every nook and cranny was filled with men and woman doing things that shouldn’t be done in public. Clothes, it appeared, were optional.
    The beat was quieter in the corridor and Elle sighed in relief as she turned a corner. There, in the shifting shadows, she heard them. Moans caught at her, pulling her away from her quest. Unsure how to deal with the writhing figures that had crowded the dance floor, the bathroom sounded like a good place to collect herself. What had Darren been thinking bringing her here? Despite the fact that she knew she should be appalled, she was strangely excited by the mad mix of loud music and nakedness.
    Safe in the darkness, she was a different person, free to watch without anyone knowing who she was. Lights flickered and moved around the hall from the strobes on the floor. She crept closer, using the wall to hide herself in the half light. Two men stood front to back, half naked. The darker one was stripping the smaller man in the flickering light, lips following each new exposed inch of skin. A woman knelt before them, partially in shadow, unbuckling the smaller man’s pants.
    The smaller man, hair glinting in the light, watched the woman as his pants slid to the floor. Elle caught her breath at the abandon of these three lovers. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the one in the