Isabelle seduces Devon...First love scene

Isabelle Cooper's had a crush on Devon Donovan forever, but he didn't even realize he existed. Now that they're working together, he's noticing her. At first she thinks he doesn't want to get involved with an employee. But the longer she works for him the more she realizes there's a lot going on, and she might have to be the one who does the seducing.

Isabelle smiled, suddenly understanding a lot of things. Virtually living in a suit and tie wasn’t the only thing he was accustomed too. He was so used to protecting his mom and brothers that he might not know how to stop.

He might be playing a game of Office Devon/Private Life Devon, but now that they were alone he didn’t have any trouble confiding in her. Actually, the ease with which he confided made her feel like he’d missed talking to her. He’d missed her. They’d been only twenty feet apart for five days, but he’d still missed her.

And try as he might to tell himself that the only thing between them was a sexual attraction, she knew better. Hell, the fact that he was here proved it was more.

She unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. “You might be used to dressing like this, but it’s not right.” She caught his gaze. “You’re worth enough money now that if you wanted to hold meetings in scuba gear everybody would just call you quirky.”

He laughed.

She undid the second button. “You don’t need to dress like Donald Trump for people to respect you. Once you start talking, it’s easy to see how smart you are.”

She looked up and saw him studying her. So she smiled. “You’re gorgeous, rich, smart, good to your family. I’d say buy the scuba gear.”

She opened the third, fourth and fifth buttons, revealing chest hair as dark as the hair on his head, a muscled chest and a stomach as flat as her ironing board. And suddenly everything became real. He wasn’t seducing her. She was seducing him. Because she liked him. She really liked him. And he liked her. There was a lot more going on between them than just sex.

She popped the sixth button, leaned down and ran her tongue along his skin. “I’m really hoping you have a condom in your wallet.”

He caught her hand. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

She nodded. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what they were doing. Even if he didn’t.

“Okay, then let’s talk logistics. Having sex on a leather couch comes with problems.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed.

     “That shaggy rug in front of the fireplace looks like fun.” He caught her hand, forced her to look at him. “But for our first time, I’d like it to be special. Do you still have a room in this house?”

     She swallowed. He had a habit of saying the most wonderful things casually. Which just proved – again – that he was a naturally good guy.

     “My parents turned my room into a guest room.”

     He caught her hand and stood up, taking her with him. “Sounds perfect.”

     She followed him up the stairs. He stopped at the top and she pointed to the first door on the right. Before she realized what he was about to do, he turned, scooped her up and carried her into the room that had once been hers.

“How very Gone With the Wind of you.”

He laughed. “I love romance.” He dropped her on the gray, white and gold bed spread that matched the gold drapes. “Just because this is just an affair that doesn’t mean it can’t be romantic.”

Her mind would have stuttered over his reminder that this was just an affair, except it was too busy swooning over the fact that he’d carried her into the room. Even the way he gently brushed her hair out of the way so he could find the back catch of her blouse was endearing. But when he lifted the blouse over her head and pulled it off, revealing her yellow lace bra, she suddenly became shy.

It had been years since she’d done this and now she was doing it was the man of her dreams.

Before she could cover herself, he leaned down and ran his lips over her chest, across the two arches made by her breasts.

“You are so gorgeous.”

Her throat tightened. Her womb clenched. Still, she managed to say, “So you’ve said.”

Even as he brushed his mouth over the lace of her bra cups, he shrugged out of his shirt, tossed his tie over to a furry gray chair that sat in the corner, and kicked off his shoes.

“And I only say things that I mean.”

He ran his hands down her back, then up again, until they reached the clasp of her bra. It gave with a pop, but instead of him instantly reaching for her now free breasts, he caught her arms and rolled her with him as he lay on his back.

Holding her gaze, he took the two slim bra straps and slid then down her arms, almost as if he was giving her time to adjust to the fact that any minute now, they would be naked.

Her bra slid away, but he still held her gaze. “You are amazing.”

“You haven’t even looked yet.”

“I don’t have to look to know you’re perfect.”

Then he kissed her. With one hand on the back of her head he pushed her down to him so that their mouths could meet. His kiss took away any lingering doubts she had, any fears that might have popped up because of inexperience and the passage of time.

As warm, open-mouth kisses stole her breath, his hands grazed her back, the dip of her waist, the swell of her bottom, before coming back up again and stopping at the button for her skirt. It gave with a flick of his wrist and the sound of the zipper followed it.

“Let me stand up and get rid of some of these clothes.”

His head tilted. “And rob me of the pleasure of undressing you? I don’t think so.”

“At least let me kick off these heels.”

He glanced down at her spike heels, then looked into her eyes. “Might be interesting if we kept those on.”

She laughed and rolled away from him, but he rolled her back. He said, “I’m serious,” before he rolled her one more time, until he was on top. Then he kissed her. But this wasn’t a nice, sweet, luring kiss. This kiss was long and deep. His tongue probed while his hands found her breasts, unerringly going for her nipples.

He pinched them and her breathing stopped as white hot need raced to her femininity. With one nudge of his knee her legs were apart and he settled in the cradle of her thighs, his erection pressing into the very place she wanted it.

Her center throbbed and she whimpered.

“Relax. This is going to be really good.”

“I have no doubt. But,” she swallowed. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“That’s okay. I intended to do all the heavy lifting this time anyway.”

He kissed her quickly, then ran his tongue from her neck to her breasts. He kissed each one, then drew one straining nipple into his mouth.

This time she groaned as she arched against him. But he only suckled harder.

Pleasure pain exploded in her. He moved from one breast to the other, as his hands cruised under her skirt and began sliding it off.

Thankful she’d worn the yellow panties that matched her bra, she opened her eyes when he lifted himself off of her to totally remove her skirt.

He glanced from the yellow thong to her face. “Nice.”

Her breasts ached. Her core ached. And he was taking a second to admire her panties?

She reached up and grabbed his belt buckle. She opened it, opened the pants button and undid his zipper.

But he grabbed her hand, fell to the bed and rolled her on top of him again. “Impatient much?”

For a second she thought words would fail her, but if she had one trait she could count on it was that she would always ask for what she wanted.

“I’m not as impatient as I am needy. If you don’t get those pants off and get inside me in about thirty seconds, I can’t be responsible for what I do.”

He laughed. “Never tell a man that, Isabelle. We’re always just a little curious to see what a woman would do when she lets herself be totally wild.”

For god only knew what reason, she took it as a challenge. She jerked to the right, grabbed his pants and underwear, and yanked them down. As his erection sprang free, she almost gasped at the size of him. But she was done being the inexperienced girl from Harmony Hills. She was also done wanting him.

She raised her leg to straddle him, but he caught her shoulders. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He tumbled her to her back, spread her legs with his knee. He reached behind him into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. Still holding her down, he used one hand and his teeth to get it out, open and on. Then he yanked her hands above her head and shoved into her.

The feeling of him filling her was so good she expected to hear angelic choirs singing the alleluia chorus. Instead the only sounds in the room were her groan of delight and his sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, my God, you’re perfect.”

“You are too.”

He pulled out and pushed in and streams of pleasure rushed through her bathing her with warmth and joy. He pulled out and pushed in, pulled out and pushed in, increasing the tempo with every thrust until the pressure inside her built to exploding.

“Oh, my God!” She came with such ferocity she couldn’t stop the scream that burst out of her.

But he didn’t stop. He pushed and thrust harder and harder until the incredible feeling built again and exploded again. Her muscles quivered. Her insides throbbed. She arched so hard that she screamed again.

He gave two hard thrusts then came inside her.

“Oh, my God.”

He laughed and rolled beside her. “Oh, sweetie. That was nothing. Just a warm up.”

She sat up and blinked at him. “That for me was totally main event.”

“You are sadly inexperienced.”

“I believe I warned you of that.”

“So, we’ll do a little schooling.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, really? And just what do you intend to teach me.”

“To relax with your body for one thing.” He scooted up until he was sitting, leaning against the dark walnut headboard. Then he took her hands and pulled her over until she was on his lap, straddling him.

His hands slid from her back to her ass, which he squeezed. “I love your ass.”

She loved when he touched her ass.

He moved his hands from her butt to the outside of her thighs. “You have great legs.”

His fingers slid to the inside of her thighs. “Soft skin.”

He ran his forefinger along her mound. “And you’re a natural redhead.”

She laughed, surprised at how good it felt to be with him like this. Not nervous. Not afraid. Curious as all hell, but not afraid.

His ran his finger down her clit, circled it, then slipped it inside her. Warmth filled her.

“You’re very warm and wet. I could have come the second I shoved into you.”

She swallowed.

His finger still inside her, he leaned forward and bit her breast, then he kissed it, then he took the nipple into his mouth.

She arched back and his finger began to move. His thumb pressed to her clit as his tongue and teeth worked her nipple and those glorious feelings filled her again. He pulled his thumb up, then pressed again and everything inside her jumped. As his fingers worked their magic, his thumb pressed and his mouth tugged on her nipple the pleasure pain built until it exploded and she cried out.

Then he whipped her to her back and his hardness replaced his fingers. He pushed in and pulled out, milking her orgasm, until the heat was so intense she thought she’d die from it.

Then he growled in her ear and his climax shuddered through him.

Isabelle gasped for a breath as he rolled off her. She should have been exhausted. Every muscle and bone in her body had felt that last orgasm. And they hadn’t even been in bed thirty minutes.

“I concede. You are good.”

“Sex is about pleasure. It’s not hard to be good when you keep the objective in mind.”

She laughed. He pulled her beside him and snuggled her against his side. “Our food is getting cold.”

“We could bring it up here.”

“Wench! You want to do it again?”

“You did tell me about special tricks.”

He laughed. “I’ll get the food.”