Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... her voice cracking between words.

His handsome face rested between his thumb and forefinger, his elbow on the arm of the chair. He wore a dark shirt with a starched collar and probably dark slacks underneath. Daisy felt as if a net was thrown over her, a net of her own making, woven out of greed and desires she didn’t want to name. And although her mind was strong, her love for Pete solid, her body played traitor in this game of cat-and-mouse. Because the depth behind Aiden’s stare warmed her and enticed her, it drew her to him in ways that scared her.

A million dollars…

They could leave this place and really have the life she wanted. All she had to do was survive Aiden Keane. And time was running out.

“We’re done, Donovan.” Aiden spoke in a voice, with a now-familiar husky Irish-accented speech. It made her blush and avert her eyes from his. It was his eyes. Because when she looked away, her mind owned her body once more. The man he called Donovan collected his things. He approached and stopped before her. Daisy looked up at him, half-expecting some action from him. He just tipped his hat and walked out.

Alone with Aiden, she swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. But, um… this is important.”

“I understand, Daisy. Come in,” Aiden said, rising.

She walked over the polished marble floor, past the orange square-shaded floor lamps that offered cool lighting over the dark décor of his office. The furnishings were in shades of black and deep mahogany. ...

... Sinking into the soft leather of the sofa, her eyes never left him. He took a seat in the matching chair at its side. He didn’t seem like a bad guy. Surely, he was reasonable.

“It’s about our deal. Er, the terms of the deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“I get it, ya know? You want us to prove that our love is strong. Right?”

He smirked, “Right.”

“See, Pete has it all wrong. He thinks you want to use me or sumthin.’ I mean he don’t get that this is a game, a test. Not something… bad.”

Aiden just stared at her. Averting her eyes, she rubbed her palms over her thighs nervously. “I kind of want to clear the air, so I can tell Pete not to worry. That nuthin’ will happen that will hurt me… us.”

She’s trying to hustle me. Interesting, thought Aiden. He tore his gaze from the temptation of her mouth. It lingered briefly over the firm swell of her breasts, outlined beneath her thin top. He struggled to bring himself under control. In truth, he didn’t find the hustler staring back or the harlot. No, it was just an extreme naiveté that made her so damned corruptible. Tasty. The bastard in him wanted to take part in her corruption. It made his balls tight in the seat of his pants.

“It’s pretty clear, Daisy, as to what I expect.”

“Right. But um… I wasn’t,” she said shyly. “I’m going to be married, Mr. Keane. I love Pete, and I’m gonnna be his wife. We just want our chance to be happy. You can understand that. Can’t you?”

“Fine, then go be happy. You have a suite and ...