Too Close by Sasha White

CHAPTER ONE

    He tried to control his heart rate as he drank in the vision of her. With feet planted wide apart in fuck me stiletto’s that made his dick throb, and the stretchy rope he’d found in the closet hanging suggestively in her hands, she had him so excited he could barely see straight.  
    His wife was out of town visiting her family, and when he ran into this seductive woman in the lobby of his law firm he knew Lady Luck had just given him a gift. Her short blond hair framed a pale face with heavily lined eyes and full bright red cock-sucking lips that made him think of a Geisha. When her blue eyes had locked with his earlier, the invitation to have a drink together had flown from his lips.  
    Somehow, they’d ended up at his house for that drink, and now they were in his bedroom. Him naked on a straight back chair, and her getting ready to tie him up before she rode him long and hard.  
    God! Just the thought of her climbing onto his lap and sinking onto his aching cock had him closing his eyes in anticipation. But the then he couldn’t see her anymore, and that was a true loss.  
    “Ready, Handsome?” She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his cheek, her words flowing into his ear, and racing down his spine. He looked down her dress and the view of abundant breasts spilling over the lace cups of her bra had saliva pooling in his mouth.    
    How this woman had managed to get him worked up like a fifteen year old when he’d been feeling every one of his fifty-two years only an hour ago was beyond him.  
    “More ready than you can believe,” he replied and placed his hands behind his back and gripped the rungs of the chair.
    The light brush of her fingers against his arms had the fine hairs standing on end as he felt her wrap the rope gently around his forearms. She wrapped it several times, going closer to his wrists with each turn. There were some rustling noises and he felt soft plump flesh press against his arms. “Hurry up back there would you?”
    She finished with a gentle tug, and then put her hands on his shoulders from behind. “How does that feel?” she whispered in his ear.
    He tested the restraint, surprised when he had no movement. There was very little pressure on his wrists and nothing cutting into his skin. He was almost disappointed there was no discomfort. “It feels fine, good. Now step around here, lift up that skirt and climb on for the ride of your life.”

    Vanessa Lawson let a wicked chuckle rumble from between her painted lips as she strode around the arrogant prick she’d just tied to the chair and headed for the west wall. It had almost been too easy to seduce him.    
    She ignored his sputter of surprise and the curses that should’ve turned the air blue as she opened the antique armoire there. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, but her hands were steady as she went straight for the safe hidden behind the hanging clothes, and pushed any lingering sexual thoughts out of her mind.
    Edward Yardley was a decent looking guy. His hair was meticulous and he was in good shape for a man his age. However, his ego was even bigger than the erection standing proud in his lap at the moment, and that was what made her job so easy. When you knew what made a person tick, it was easy to get what you wanted from them. And there was no doubt that what made this man tick was the thought of a night of hot nasty sex while his new wife was out of town.
    Sucking in a deep breath Vanessa keyed in the combination into the safe, only to let it out nice and easy when she saw that the idiot was too arrogant to change it after he divorced his first wife. Everything was just as she’d been told it would be. She pulled out three jewelry cases and a canvas bank envelope. After checking the envelope to make sure it contained the cash, she closed the safe.  
    Vanessa shut the door of the armoire and turned back to the red-faced man in the chair. She gave his still hard cock a hungry