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Seduction

An exhausted sigh pushed through Conrad's lips as he leant back against his leather office chair, dropping his pen in defeat. He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, his eyes wearily sweeping over the mountain of papers that still called for his attention.

Conrad's eyes flickered up to the clock: 10.30pm. Despite the stack of paperwork he still had left, Conrad decided to call it a night and review the work in the morning He pushed back his chair and reached for his short glass, which to his misfortunate only had a puddle of brandy left. He needed to head over to the bar, immediately.

The distant, rhythmic sound of stiletto heels clicking and clacking against the polished, wooden flooring alerted his attention to his wife's arrival. No doubt Victoria planned on unleashing a storm of abuse in his direction concerning the footage she saw that evening of his affair with Ashley. Even though Conrad had insisted that their only way of protecting their children was to work together, he was sure Victoria wouldn't be able to control her temper.

Conrad placed the glass back down and pushed back against the desk, his office wheelchair sliding back against the wall as he prepared himself for an inevitable, heated argument. Her silhouette emerged onto the cream coloured walls as she entered the room, and even though the room was dimly lit, her sight took his breath away.

Her lustrous, ebony curls tumbled around her shoulders like soft waves and blazing flames seemed to light her dark eyes when they locked. She advanced towards him like a tiger eyeing its prey. A shiver licked Conrad's spine as she did so, her eyes penetrating into his. Yet she noticed his gaze lingering on her plump, crimson lips before they wandered down.

She wore a blood red, silk gown held up by a thin spaghetti strap. A splitting neckline plunged down the cleft of her breasts, attracting the attention from Conrad's straying eyes. His eyes wandered down her curving figure and onto her soft legs that were teasingly revealed through the slit that ran down from the very top of her right thigh. His mouth dried and heart pounded against his chest as his eyes drank in the soft, exposed skin before they fell onto her black, strapped, stiletto heels.

Conrad's eyes met Victoria's again, her dark, enticing eyes that seemed to captivate him. And judging from the smirk dancing on her lips, he knew some dark intention accompanied her planned arrival.

"Victoria," he managed in his best professional tone, though Victoria sensed his voice crack in his throat.

Conrad could barely believe that his wife was standing before him wearing that dress. And it certainly wasn't like Victoria to wear such provocative attire at 10:30pm, yes she would reserve her silk gowns for formal gatherings but they would never be that revealing. Conrad was immediately suspicious. Even so, he couldn't help but think how sexy she looked in that dress.

Victoria placed her hand on her hip and arched a perfect eyebrow, her eyes holding his gaze. "Conrad."

Conrad straightened himself back up, doing his best to focus on her eyes and not on the cleavage that burned for his attention. "And may I ask what you're doing here at this time of night?" his eyes briefly flickered to the clock.

Victoria's lips pulled into an amused smile as she advanced towards him.

"I didn't think it was a crime to see my husband," she answered, her doe eyes feigning innocence, yet the glint in them suggested otherwise.

Conrad stifled a dark chuckle. "Forgive me if I find that hard to believe Victoria, after all you've put me and this family through."

Victoria bit her tongue and forced the sweet smile to remain on her lips, knowing she'd have to conserve her temper if this was to work. She reached his desk and revealed a glass of brandy.

"I thought you could use a drink."

Conrad hesitantly accepted the beverage and placed it on the desk, his eyes still narrowed with suspicion.

Victoria propped herself on the edge of the mahogany table, her eyes casually sweeping over his paperwork. Then slowly she crossed her leg over the other, the red material from the slit of her dress slipping down the side of her thigh, exposing the rest of her leg.

Conrad's eyes immediately flickered over, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes traced up her thigh, a hint of black lace visible beneath the flowing material.

"You've certainly been keeping yourself busy," Victoria mentioned swiftly, eyeing the paperwork.

Victoria's eyes flickered to his and she watched, amused at his attempts to avert his preying eyes from her skin.

Conrad's mouth dried like sandpaper as he struggled to string a response together. "Indeed," he managed to say gruffly, clearing his throat.

Victoria had to bite her tongue to contain the chuckle when she noticed his eyes on her exposed skin again. She knew her husband was weak but his ogling was getting ridiculous. Her eyebrows furrowed in what she hoped were a concerned expression as she tilted her head to the side.

"Conrad, are you quite alright?"

Victoria swung her legs over the table so she sat directly opposite him. She met his eyes and arched an eyebrow, waiting for his answer. Conrad swallowed, part of him screaming for him to leave now, yet he stayed as if glued to his chair.

"I'm perfectly fine," he stated curtly.

"Are you sure?" Victoria questioned again, her voice slipping into a soft purr.

She slinked off his table and stepped towards him in slow movements, her hips swaying enticingly. She reached his chair and slowly lowered herself down and leaned forward, her lips inches from his.

"You seem a little," she stopped, the husky whisper brushing against his ear. "Distracted."

Conrad gripped onto the sides of his chair, her words freezing him like a stunned animal caught in the safari. Much to his misfortune and pleasure her new position gave him a perfect view of her soft, ample breasts that were dangerously close to falling out from the thin confinements of her dress.

Victoria pushed his legs a part as she parted her own. She began to straddle his lap, her cool fingers skimming the curve of his neck and down his shoulders to his shirt. The skirts of her dress slipped off the sides of her legs, exposing the rest of her skin for Conrad's preying eyes.

"And a little…tense," her soft purr in his ear sent waves of shivers down his spine.

The very sensation of her body pushing up against his, her thighs pressed against his and her fingers slipping beneath his shirt was enough to make him groan. He chewed the inside of his mouth as he fought the groan stirring in his throat.

Rose fragrances and sweet, apple aromas-Victoria's signature perfume and conditioner-enveloped his senses as her lips neared his. Victoria's fingers began to loosen his tie before they unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt; all the while Conrad sat there, his body desperately wanting to respond.

"Victoria," he finally managed in a breathy whisper.

Her lips achingly enclosed around his, silencing his protest. Conrad's eyes widened before they shut as he found himself slowly responding to her kiss. Her lips were as soft and warm as he remembered, her taste spicy, sweet and intoxicating; god he missed the taste of those lips.

Her kisses grew demanding as her tongue ran across his lower lip, hungrily parting his mouth. His fingers threaded through her dark tresses as hers began to climb up his scalped chest. Her tongue slipped inside his lips and intertwined with his in a passionate dance, exploring every inch of his mouth. She nibbled his lower lip, teasingly dragging it between her teeth. Her kisses grew more demanding as she nibbled and sucked his lower lip raw, and it took all the power he could muster to stop the groan rising from the base of his throat.

As their lungs began to cry for air their lips slowed down. Victoria slowly drew back, her upper lip grazing his lower one, savoring his taste.

And as Conrad's heart rate gradually returned to a normal pace the realisation dawned to him.

Victoria's tongue moistened her upper lip as she stared at him like a cat that got her cream. Victoria pushed herself up against him once more, amused as she watched her husband struggling to mask his arousal.

Conrad was furious with himself, he fell for her seduction, like he had done so many times before with the other women in his life. He needed to go, now. She needed to go. The thoughts swam wildly in his head as he struggled to collect the right words and string them together.

"Leave now," he finally said roughly, shamefully averting his gaze from hers.

Victoria raised her eyebrows and parted her lips in surprise, admiring his new strength. "Oh?" she replied in a soft purr.

"I don't know what game you're playing Victoria," Conrad hissed venomously, his eyes narrowing onto hers with loathing and suspicion. "But I will tell you now that I sure as hell want no part in it. I want you to leave."

Irritation briefly passed her features before her gaze flickered down to his pants, a dark chuckle pushing behind her lips. "Oh really Conrad? Because something tells me otherwise."

Conrad followed her gaze, heat creeping up his neck when he noticed the bulge in his pants.

Victoria lowered her lips onto his ear and nibbled it gently, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear as she hissed, "Liar."

And as her fingers found his belt, he knew she had won. She had him.

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