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The Seduction Series, Chapter 9
The Seduction Series
Chapter 9
By LKraemer
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Rated R, Offensive Language and Sexual Situations.
The Next Morning………..
Leaning his back against the inside of the condo door as he arrived home, Christian breathed a huge sigh of relief, happy to be finally home.
“Aaaaah, home!” he sighed, grinning to himself as his broad shoulders relaxed, pausing in the moment for a minute his back still touching the door.
Slowly sauntering across the floor in a weary state, he effortlessly flung his keys on the table.
He flopped onto the couch closing his eyes, and sat leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees. He then put his head in his hands, slowly running his hands down his cheeks, exhaling deeply again.
“Shit, I need a shower,” Christian shuddered shaking his head, realizing he reeked of sex.
He wandered listlessly off to the bathroom while he lazily unbuttoned his pale blue-colored Gucci shirt. As he neared the bathroom, he carelessly tossed it aside on the bed. Sighing, he slipped off his shoes next, kicking them aside also. He continued to casually undress, unzipping his black dress pants, slowly peeling off his black Versache briefs, letting the articles of clothing drop to a heap on the floor beneath him.
He stood completely naked, pausing, to turn around, glancing at the toilet, his hands on his hips.
“Shit! Those damn laxatives haven’t started working yet,” he muttered while running his hands through his hair in frustration and confusion.
Deciding not to add insult to injury to his asshole so soon after surgery, he decided not to bother with a bowel movement, but instead turned, stepping into the shower where he gradually turned the tap on. Cold water instantly shot out at him, reacting as he put his hands quickly over his face. “SHIT!” he screamed, shaking his head, water spraying from his hair, onto the glass.
Hurriedly, he turned the hot setting on. “Aaaaaaaah, much better,” Christian beamed in satisfaction letting the water spray against his face, running his hands through his hair.
While lathering himself with the sponge, leisurely washing his rippled torso he let his mind wander, daydreaming about Julia.
Becoming slightly aroused by his thoughts, he winced, wishing she was lathering him. He rinsed, the water drizzling down his naked, rugged body.
By surprise, the doorbell rang.
Christian shut the water off, hesitating if he should go see who it is.
He promptly grabbed a white towel hurriedly wrapping it around his waist.
Suddenly feeling chipper, he strolled swiftly down the hallway, stopping to turn on his radio.
The tune, “Ride on Time” by Black Box began to filter through his condo.
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up-who
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up-ooho, ooho
And time won’t take my love away
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
You’re such a, you’re such a
You’re such a, You’re such a hot temptation
You just walk right in, walk walk walk right in
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
Ooho, ooho, ooho
Christian slowly opened the door, leaving it slightly ajar while leaning in the doorway, crossing his well-built arms over his naked chest. The bright, morning sun caused his damp, dark hair to glisten.
Tiny droplets of water lazily streamed down his bare-naked chest. He smiled shyly, dimples forming as he noticed an impeccably gorgeous woman standing before him.
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Thank thank thank you, baby
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Just don’t move
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Thank thank thank you, baby
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Walk right in
‘Cause you ride on, “cause you ride on time, ride on time
‘Cause you ride on time, ‘cause you ride on time, ride on time…….
“Good morning, Dr. Troy…..” the business-clad dressed woman smiled slyly, her hands crossed, holding an envelope in her hands.
He cocked his head, still grinning, intrigued by the astonishing beauty of her presence in his doorway.
“Hmmm, foxy lady,” he mused to himself. Her dark brown hair, neatly tied back, her radiant eyes with a slightly serious, but mischievous sparkle in them.
“Have we met, Miss-“ he asked as his staring eyes traveled carefully up and down her tall, slim body.
“Miss Diva,” the woman interrupted in a smug tone.
“Please, come in, Miss Diva,” his hand extended, motioning her to enter, ignoring her sudden arrogance.
“May I offer you a drink, Miss Diva?” he asked charmingly.
“No thank you, Dr. Troy” she replied matter-of-factly. Let’s get right to business, shall we….” she continued as she briskly walked by him into his condo.
His one eyebrow raised. Straightening his posture, his tell-tale erection visibly showed under the towel.
Miss Diva brushed off his charming advances, continuing…. “I am Liz’s attorney, Dr. Troy, she has filed lawsuit against you and Dr. McNamara for wrongful dismissal,” she stated as she turned around quickly and came face to face with him being that he was right behind her.
He could smell her perfume, suddenly becoming entranced by her enticing smell. He answered, “ I bet you’re wearing a black thong and a sexy, lacy bra under that suit, aren’t you, Miss Diva, hmmmm?” he whispered seductively as his one finger began to lightly trace between her breasts down the front of her suit jacket, noticing her nipples hardened at his touch.
I’ll see you in court!” Miss Diva retaliated, slapping the court subpoena sarcastically against his damp chest, leaving him to catch it from falling to the floor.
Christian stood in a state of shock as the song faded and as Miss Diva turned hastily, she walked out of his condo in a slow, seductive manner…..
Let me tell you let me tell you what you do
What you do, what you do to me
You’re such a hot temptation
You just walk right in, walk walk walk right in
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up…..
‘Cause you ride on time, ‘cause you walk ride on time…..
To Be Continued
Chapter 9
By LKraemer
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Rated R, Offensive Language and Sexual Situations.
The Next Morning………..
Leaning his back against the inside of the condo door as he arrived home, Christian breathed a huge sigh of relief, happy to be finally home.
“Aaaaah, home!” he sighed, grinning to himself as his broad shoulders relaxed, pausing in the moment for a minute his back still touching the door.
Slowly sauntering across the floor in a weary state, he effortlessly flung his keys on the table.
He flopped onto the couch closing his eyes, and sat leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees. He then put his head in his hands, slowly running his hands down his cheeks, exhaling deeply again.
“Shit, I need a shower,” Christian shuddered shaking his head, realizing he reeked of sex.
He wandered listlessly off to the bathroom while he lazily unbuttoned his pale blue-colored Gucci shirt. As he neared the bathroom, he carelessly tossed it aside on the bed. Sighing, he slipped off his shoes next, kicking them aside also. He continued to casually undress, unzipping his black dress pants, slowly peeling off his black Versache briefs, letting the articles of clothing drop to a heap on the floor beneath him.
He stood completely naked, pausing, to turn around, glancing at the toilet, his hands on his hips.
“Shit! Those damn laxatives haven’t started working yet,” he muttered while running his hands through his hair in frustration and confusion.
Deciding not to add insult to injury to his asshole so soon after surgery, he decided not to bother with a bowel movement, but instead turned, stepping into the shower where he gradually turned the tap on. Cold water instantly shot out at him, reacting as he put his hands quickly over his face. “SHIT!” he screamed, shaking his head, water spraying from his hair, onto the glass.
Hurriedly, he turned the hot setting on. “Aaaaaaaah, much better,” Christian beamed in satisfaction letting the water spray against his face, running his hands through his hair.
While lathering himself with the sponge, leisurely washing his rippled torso he let his mind wander, daydreaming about Julia.
Becoming slightly aroused by his thoughts, he winced, wishing she was lathering him. He rinsed, the water drizzling down his naked, rugged body.
By surprise, the doorbell rang.
Christian shut the water off, hesitating if he should go see who it is.
He promptly grabbed a white towel hurriedly wrapping it around his waist.
Suddenly feeling chipper, he strolled swiftly down the hallway, stopping to turn on his radio.
The tune, “Ride on Time” by Black Box began to filter through his condo.
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up-who
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up-ooho, ooho
And time won’t take my love away
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
You’re such a, you’re such a
You’re such a, You’re such a hot temptation
You just walk right in, walk walk walk right in
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
Ooho, ooho, ooho
Christian slowly opened the door, leaving it slightly ajar while leaning in the doorway, crossing his well-built arms over his naked chest. The bright, morning sun caused his damp, dark hair to glisten.
Tiny droplets of water lazily streamed down his bare-naked chest. He smiled shyly, dimples forming as he noticed an impeccably gorgeous woman standing before him.
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Thank thank thank you, baby
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Just don’t move
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Thank thank thank you, baby
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up
Walk right in
‘Cause you ride on, “cause you ride on time, ride on time
‘Cause you ride on time, ‘cause you ride on time, ride on time…….
“Good morning, Dr. Troy…..” the business-clad dressed woman smiled slyly, her hands crossed, holding an envelope in her hands.
He cocked his head, still grinning, intrigued by the astonishing beauty of her presence in his doorway.
“Hmmm, foxy lady,” he mused to himself. Her dark brown hair, neatly tied back, her radiant eyes with a slightly serious, but mischievous sparkle in them.
“Have we met, Miss-“ he asked as his staring eyes traveled carefully up and down her tall, slim body.
“Miss Diva,” the woman interrupted in a smug tone.
“Please, come in, Miss Diva,” his hand extended, motioning her to enter, ignoring her sudden arrogance.
“May I offer you a drink, Miss Diva?” he asked charmingly.
“No thank you, Dr. Troy” she replied matter-of-factly. Let’s get right to business, shall we….” she continued as she briskly walked by him into his condo.
His one eyebrow raised. Straightening his posture, his tell-tale erection visibly showed under the towel.
Miss Diva brushed off his charming advances, continuing…. “I am Liz’s attorney, Dr. Troy, she has filed lawsuit against you and Dr. McNamara for wrongful dismissal,” she stated as she turned around quickly and came face to face with him being that he was right behind her.
He could smell her perfume, suddenly becoming entranced by her enticing smell. He answered, “ I bet you’re wearing a black thong and a sexy, lacy bra under that suit, aren’t you, Miss Diva, hmmmm?” he whispered seductively as his one finger began to lightly trace between her breasts down the front of her suit jacket, noticing her nipples hardened at his touch.
I’ll see you in court!” Miss Diva retaliated, slapping the court subpoena sarcastically against his damp chest, leaving him to catch it from falling to the floor.
Christian stood in a state of shock as the song faded and as Miss Diva turned hastily, she walked out of his condo in a slow, seductive manner…..
Let me tell you let me tell you what you do
What you do, what you do to me
You’re such a hot temptation
You just walk right in, walk walk walk right in
Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up…..
‘Cause you ride on time, ‘cause you walk ride on time…..
To Be Continued