Free Seduced 1 by P. A. Jones Page A

sank into his hunger.
    But after a brief moment, he stopped. He looked into my eyes, and I saw hunger there. He wanted me badly, but why did he stop? His hand was still on my ass. I was feeling and enjoying every touch of him, and his sudden halt struck me to the core. Doesn't he want it, too?
    “No, Nikki. Don't wake up the animal in me.”
    “But I want—”
    He cut me short. “Sorry, but you should go back home now.  We can meet tomorrow evening for training.” He walked away, leaving me alone, burning in my own desire.
    “I'm gonna get you soon, Mr. Scott, and that's a promise,” I muttered.

Chapter 11
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    That night, I couldn't hardly sleep, even for one second. All I could think about was his lips brushing against mine, his lips brushing over every inch of my face and neck. Whenever I closed my eyes, his face, his hand, his embrace—everything aroused me.
    I was like a fish struggling outside the water. He was like that, arousing and yet painfully needed. An urge to touch myself emerged sometime in middle of the night, but I couldn’t It was a need I couldn’t satisfy myself. I wanted him inside me to complete my loneliness. I wanted his hardness to fulfill my dreams. It was turning into more than just a sex wish for me, but a desire to be near him, to know him on all levels.
    “I'm going to have you, Mr. Scott,” I muttered to myself a thousand times that night. “You put this fish out of water and now you are going to pay for it, Tristan.” I planned, then again planned to get him next day.  Somewhere in the wee hours, I fell asleep, but still, I woke up having only dreamt of him. With the first light of the morning, I got up and decided to visit a spa. In the bathroom, I spun naked in front of the mirror, wondering how I could make myself irresistible when I next saw him. My plan formulated, I spent four hours in the morning on myself, doing a manicure, my hair and everything I could think of to attract that manly beast. Lust and sex occupied my mind until it was time for the training.
    Next, I bought one of the tightest t-shirts I could find, along with small work-out shorts. I wanted to make sure that I was using everything I had in my arsenal to my full advantage, hoping to arouse him during our training Today’s exercise had a different motive behind it for me.
    Motivated by my own lust, and willing to go to any lengths to satisfy it, I pressed his doorbell.
    “Surprise...”he said, opening the door  without looking at me. I waited for him to see me and fall for the effect my preparations had on him—and that’s exactly what happened. At the moment he looked at me, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. His eyes were fixed on my t-shirt and then traced the lengths of it. My first strike was successful; he was attracted without a doubt.
    “What surprise, Mr. Scott?” I asked with innocent eyes. I knew he would fall for my eyes, surely.
    “Nothing. Come in,” he said and turned around.
    But before he did, I quickly got a glimpse of his hardness through his boxer shorts. I smiled and followed him.
    Next was the workout.
    “Do twenty-five push-ups today, and I want you to perform yesterday’s kick without my help.” He turned his eyes away from me as he moved a yoga mat to the floor.
    What’s going on in your dirty mind, Tristan? I want to know.
    “First, Tristan, I want to show you a move you can use in your stretching. It will benefit your shoulder quite a bit, and you should do it every day.” I wanted him to look at me, look at my firm breasts, my slim waistline and my rounded ass. I wanted him to look at the female in me; I wanted him to sense the raw feminine desire I was feeling. “What is it?” He finally turned back toward me.
    I showed him a little variation of Half Moon, balancing on one leg and one hand and other leg and hand was pointed to the roof.
    “How will it benefit my shoulders?”he asked in curiosity.
    “I’ll show you. You try