Seduce Me Part 2: Seduce Me Series, #2

By E.J. Adams

After being seduced by Brandon Mitchell, Ashley Sullivan embarks on her new life in New York City. Life has gone from promising to amazing. She has a fabulous new career and is building a relationship with the man of her dreams. For once Brandon is committed to a relationship, but his past exploits could destroy everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.J. Adams Romance
• Release date: May 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540128348

E.J. Adams

E.J. Adams is the author of several successful Steamy Contemporary Romance series, with over 500,000 eBooks downloaded to date.  She is a romantic at heart and likes her characters to find their Happily Ever After. Her books offer moments of drama, humor, and heartache along the way. E.J.’s leading men are strong, but flawed, males. Her leading women are sweet, smart, and independent. E.J. writes romance you can get swept up by and takes you away.

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Chapter 1

Ashley

Brandon Mitchell, the man of my fantasies, was taking me on our first date. I still couldn't believe it as I dressed. I wanted everything to be perfect.

Chelsea helped me put on a Cleopatra inspired gold-plated necklace with crystal detailing. It complimented my dress perfectly. Maria threw in the necklace rental for free. I'm not sure that our deal helped her bottom line, but it sure helped me. Despite her little protest, Maria was fabulous.

I checked myself in the mirror. A strapless lace push-up bra gave serious cleavage and lift. The matching pair of lace panties were a reminder to show my sexiest side tonight.

Very sexy! said Chelsea.

You really think so?

I know so. Ash, you are smokin' hot. He will not be able to keep his hands off of you.

I hope you're right. Chels, I've never been so attracted and sexually charged around a guy before.

Well, it has been a while for you.

No. It's not that. Well, I guess it is partly that. But, I've never been so turned on before.

Really? He gets you going that much?

Like you wouldn't believe.

Wow. Well, if he noticed how stunning you were in the evening gown last night, wait until he sees you in that dress. You don't have the longest legs in the world, but you are showing them girl. A complete package. I almost want to ravage you. Chelsea, my BFF.

I bet that would rev Brandon's engine, she added.

What? You think it is every guy's fantasy to see two women go at it? I asked.

She didn't have a chance to answer. Right at seven the doorbell rang. Punctual.

I headed for the front door and peered out of the peep hole. My pulse quickened as I saw those unmistakable gorgeous blue eyes looking straight ahead. I unlatched the locks and opened the door.

Good evening, said Brandon as he handed me a dozen red roses and kissed me on the cheek.

Hi. Thank you. They're beautiful, I said as my cheeks turned the color of the roses.

You're welcome. And they fail in comparison to the beauty before me. Ashley, you are gorgeous.

Um, thanks. Okay, now I was two shades of red darker than the roses. You look dashing.

That was the understatement of the century. Brandon looked sexier than the night before. I hadn't thought that was even possible.

He was wearing an Armani suit. His broad shoulders were strong and confident. His bronze skin was smooth and clean shaven. He smelled delicious.

He exuded a masculine sexuality that was intoxicating. I was ready to give myself to him. I was ready to be the last woman he ever needed to be with. Ashley, slow down.

Let me just put these in some water, I said carrying the bouquet into the kitchen.

Here, let me take care of those, said Chelsea walking into the living room. Hello Mr. Mitchell. Nice to see you.

Hi Chelsea. Please, call me Brandon.

Thanks, Chels, I said as I handed the roses to her.

Now, you kids have fun, Chelsea said.

Okay. We will. What time is her curfew? asked Brandon.

She's a big girl. I'll let her decide what her curfew is. Or, if she has one at all.

Are you two finished? I asked.

Yes, ma'am, said Brandon. Shall we go?

He held out his arm. I looped my arm through and we left. I could feel Chelsea's smile that stretched ear to ear. I knew how she felt. I was anticipating an evening to remember.

Brandon escorted me to a luxury sports car. One of those two-seaters. Even the car he drove exuded masculine sexuality. He opened the passenger door and I slid into the soft leather seat.

It's a great night. After dinner maybe we'll put the top down, he said just before he shut the door. He climbed in on the driver's side and started the car. The engine hummed and we were off.

Nice car, I said. I realized it was an understatement.

Thanks. It's an Aston Martin DB8. It's my California cruising car, he said with boyish enthusiasm. It was cute that he thought an Aston Martin DB8 meant something to me. I'm pretty girly. I didn't know the difference between an Aston Martin and Dean Martin.

Wait! Doesn't James Bond drive an Aston Martin? Yes. I think so. That little nugget of information got stored somewhere in the recesses of my mind. My dad loved the James Bond movies. I'd seen every one of them with him, at least once. I'm pretty sure about this. Let's find out.

Hmm. Doesn't James Bond drive an Aston Martin?

I thought Brandon was going to wet himself with excitement at my question. It must be a universal guy thing. I hadn't met a man yet who doesn't love James Bond. James Bond, and the Three Stooges.

Yes. An Aston Martin DB5. Built between 1963 and 1965. I'd love to pick one up at an auction someday, he said.

Any DB5? Or one used in the James Bond movies? I asked.

Any DB5 would be nice to have in a car collection. But I'd love one from the movies. That would make it extra special. He glanced over at me and smiled again. He had an exquisite smile. It was friendly and smoldering hot at the same time.

I was going to enjoy unwrapping the many layers of this man. Brandon versus Phil. Not the same at all. Not even close.

Did you know that each Aston Martin is hand built in England? he asked.

I didn't, but that wasn't the point. Again, cute that he would think that I had any idea.

They are individually inspected at the factory, he continued. The engine block has the inspector's name stamped on it.

That's interesting. How long does it take to build each car?

His nose scrunched and forehead wrinkled. I was seeing a whole other side of 'Mr. Sexy CEO.' Still sooo sexy. Also, totally adorable.

I don't know, he admitted. That's an excellent question.

He was beaming. I'd love to probe that mouth, I thought.

Well, I appreciate the time they took. It is quite an exhilarating ride, I said in my sexiest voice.

I shifted my eyes to see if it registered with Brandon. He shifted in his seat. I think so.

Ms. Sullivan, you are an amazing woman.

I settled back further into my seat and stretched out my legs. I appreciated the soft and smooth leather of the seat. It felt nice against the skin on the backs of my legs.

Brandon shifted his eyes from the road to me. He was discrete, but he was totally checking me out. His gorgeous baby blues moved up from my legs to my breasts. The lace bra was doing its job pushing them up.

I thought about how the bra contained my large, sensitive nipples. I could only imagine how Brandon could get me going. I was positive that he could expertly tease them with his mouth.

Brandon's tall athletic frame looked completely at ease behind the wheel. The driver's seat cradled his muscular