Mr. Young (Seducing Mr Young) by Katelyn Skye

Prelud e
    She felt him
bouncing off her buttocks rhythmically with a half-embarrassing
‘slap’ sound every time his skin smacked against hers. She grit her
teeth as she thought about how long she had been on all fours,
leaning forwards on her elbows as the man behind her drove inside
her over and over again. As usual, she felt very little.
    It was the end
of University, and Connie had treated herself to a ‘final fling’
with Joel – apparently the most handsome and reputable lover on
campus. She had, with the arrogance of a woman in her final year of
study, merely asked him back to hers, no preliminaries, no strings.
And things had started well enough…
    Joel was a
careful lover that was for sure. He treated Connie as though she
was made of glass; peeling off her trousers, shirt and underwear so
delicately she felt gooseflesh rising on her skin. He teased over
her rising flesh with his breath and his tongue, lapping at her
stiffening nipples and making her gasp. She felt reassured that the
evening was finally going to be worth her while.
    Connie had had
so many disappointments over the years. Men who finished too
quickly, men who never finished at all and those who seemed to
think her orgasm was simply an added bonus, if it happened at all.
Joel, she had hoped, was going to be a wonderful exception.
    She had felt
herself becoming wet and ready almost immediately – and she loved
the twitch of her partner’s cock as he took in the sight of her
wet, open and pink sex. She welcomed him in, but there the journey
ended. It was as though Joel had never heard of her clitoris, never
considered the rhythm she might enjoy, and just like the multitude
of lovers she had enjoyed through University, she found the man set
on his single-minded journey to his own satisfaction, with hers
just a memory of a forgotten promise. Just once, she would have
liked to finish her evening on a high.
    She was
disappointed, once again. She grit her teeth as the almost
sensation-less encounter came to a close. Joel shuddered and gasped
and collapsed onto her back and she let her knees give way,
ignoring the kisses and caresses. She just felt empty – the
emptiness of her soul as well as the emptiness of her sex. As
Joel’s body went slack, she glanced over at her desk and the job
offer that had landed on her doormat just that morning. Maybe in
the big city, she could forget about men, forget about those who
did not satisfy her.
    Or maybe the
city held promise of finding the real Mr. Right.

Chapter
One
    Constance Green
rode the elevator up and up and up. Through the sheer glass walls
she could see the blurred mirage of the city fly past her, and then
dip below as she rose higher above the smaller office blocks that
clustered around Young Towers.
    Young Towers
was the shining beacon of the City. It attracted unsolicited
jobseekers on a daily basis and the bosses had their pick of the
talent rolling in from the Universities, Colleges and graduate
programs the world over. But Connie was no young go-getter. She had
not even been on a graduate program. She was clean out of
University with a communications degree fresh in her folder. She
was not at Young Towers to beg for a job, either. Unlike most of
their staff, Connie had actually been invited to apply – the mark
of her success at getting the highest marked Double First in the
country. The job, however, did not seem as glamorous as she had
initially hoped. Firstly, she had to make her own way from the
train station, through the Metro tunnels and then to the Towers.
And then there was the job’s title: Personal Assistant. Had she
spent four years of her life studying just to be fetching some
rich, spoilt man coffee?
    The elevator
doors opened silently and she walked out into a plush lobby with
real wood floors and expensive-looking leather sofas dotted here
and there. There was an enormous desk at the far end of the lobby
and Connie walked up to it, feeling uneasy in her high-street skirt
and