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25th April 2003, 07:50
Title: Art of Seduction (Chlex Style)
Author: SaraC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Future fic (AU)
Summary: Chloe learns the art of seduction and Lex is not complaining (would you?)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. Damn.
Notes: Just a little smut biscuit I wrote to overcome a mental muse block. Enjoy!
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Chloe sighed as she watched Clark and Lana flirt with each other as the short brunette filled order after order behind the Talon's counter. The two were really almost too sickeningly cute to be seen together in public. Still, she couldn't help but smile at the fact that Clark had finally taken everyone's advice and gotten up the backbone to ask Lana out. She'd long ago gotten over her crush on Clark after realizing the farmboy would never have eyes for anyone other than Lana. Surprisingly, it had not hurt much at all and within a week, she'd been pestering Clark to simply ask Lana out and put an end to the ridiculous unresolved sexual tension.
The ease of getting over her Clark fixation however was more than likely due to the man who had replaced him in her nightly dreams. The man who had just entered the Talon and was now talking with Lana and Clark at the counter.
His bald head gleamed in the fluorescent lights of the coffee house, stirring in her the now familiar urge to run her fingertips over the smooth skin from crown to neck, just to see the look of sensual pleasure on his face. She knew somehow that area would be a major pleasure point for the young billionaire. The image suddenly changed from her fingertips to her tongue, tracing the same path, but stopping to linger against his earlobe. She felt a tremor rip through her body as she imagined how Lex's skin would feel against her lips.
"Something wrong Miss Sullivan?"
She jumped at the silky voice, laced with a familiar yet dangerous undertone. Somehow, during her contemplation, the object of her fantasies had moved from the counter to her table and was now staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. From his tone, she could tell he knew she'd been staring at him for a while.
"Now that you mention it, no, nothing's wrong Lex, why do you ask?" She cursed herself for the stupid response, knowing it wasn't up to par with her usual verbal judo. But she had a good excuse - he'd caught her off guard and in the middle of a sexual fantasy about him.
"You've been staring intensely at me for the past few minutes, I wonder if there's something wrong? Or if there's something about my appearance that you find so fascinating?"
Well, no one had ever accused Chloe Sullivan of being subtle. Of course he'd noticed her gaze, the trick now was how to respond. She knew what she'd like to do, but it was probably illegal in such a public place. Still, the image brought a blush to her cheeks.
"Now Lex, who wouldn't find Smallville's resident billionaire fascinating?" There, that was a bit better judo, although she was still feeling flustered enough that it wasn't as easy to respond as normal. She knew it would be best to lower her gaze and pretend interest in the article she was writing, already sensing the curious looks Clark, Lana and several other of the Talon's patrons were sending their way. But something compelled her gaze to remain on his face, fascinated by the way the lighting seemed to give him a dangerous, mysterious air. It had an erotic quality she'd never seen in any other males of her acquaintance.
Not that she had many to judge by. Her experiences with meteor freaks had amounted to nothing but trouble and her only kiss with Clark had been meteor induced. Not to mention the fact that Clark and Pete might have a few problems if they ever found out she'd taken a definitely more than platonic interest in Lex Luthor.
At first she'd been horrified by the train her thoughts were taking whenever she'd look at the handsome billionaire. There was the obvious age difference, not to mention Lex's seeming fascination for brunette bimbos and floozies. And of course, there was the little fact that Lex was her father's boss not to mention Clark's best friend. Still, during the past year, her senior year, she had found herself more intrigued and curious than disgusted by her attraction to Lex.
"Miss Sullivan, am I to infer from that statement that you find me fascinating? Because if that is the case, I insist on knowing what it is about me that you find so interesting."
She jumped as his amused voice penetrated the haze she'd been in, swallowing hard as her gaze again focused on his face, noting a strange look in those compelling eyes. Still, the air of danger about him was enough to send a slight shiver down her spine, though, to her surprise, it was not all that unpleasant a sensation.
Still, however, she remained silent, knowing it would annoy him, but unable it seemed to speak. She was, for lack of a better word, mesmerized. Something was keeping her silent, her gaze locked with his as she watched the various expressions slide across his face. Funny, she'd always thought Lex emotionless, but oh, how wrong she had been!
There was a fire in his eyes that seemed to send a spark tingling down her spine. That fire was suddenly blanketed and replaced by an almost smug gaze. That gaze then turned into one of confused annoyance as he realized that she was still staring at him. But as she let her eyes wander over his face, his tall form cloaked in his usual expensive suit and tie, she felt her breath catch as the fire suddenly reappeared. She was so involved in watching him, that it came as a complete surprise to suddenly find he had somehow moved from standing in front of her table to sitting by her side, those dark eyes now staring with a harsh, fiery glow into her own.
Her heart began to pound as she forced her gaze to remain locked on his. She felt what might have been a lick of flame shoot down her spine and her breathing grew shallow. Her lips suddenly felt too dry, and she unconsciously licked them, watching in surprise as something seemed to spark in Lex's eyes.
Before she could do more than gasp, she found herself wrapped tightly in a pair of strong arms, her lips crushed against the firm ones of Lex Luthor. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt before, bolts of fire and ice coursing through her body as she opened her mouth to meet his probing tongue. She couldn't help the low moan that emerged from the back of her throat as she felt the long, sensual fingers she'd admired from afar, press against her spine, pulling her body closer, pressing her breasts tightly to his chest.
Somehow, the need for air seemed to escape her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her, deepening the kiss as she felt his heart pounding against her chest. She lost all awareness of the room around them, of the worry of what her friends and fellow patrons would say at such a shocking display. Nothing mattered but the man in her arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
She moaned low in her throat as she felt those talented fingers slip under her shirt to cup a small breast in his hand. She instinctively arched into him as sensations shot through her at the touch, even through the lace of her bra. She whimpered as he rolled her nipple with his fingers, the abrasion of the material and his heated hands stimulating her body even more. Her lips never broke contact with his as she gave into her fantasy, skimming the pads of her fingers from the crown of his head to his neck, delighting in the feral moan he gave as he deepened the kiss. She repeated the action, getting the same moan and a tightening of his arms in reply. Feeling daring, she allowed her hands to run down his back, feeling the muscles bunch against her palms as she pulled him closer, cursing the fact that his shirt provided a barrier to his heated skin.
She gasped as he suddenly pulled her across his lap until she was straddling him, then proceeded to thrust up against her, the hard evidence of his desire now pressed exactly where she'd dreamed of for too many nights to count. With a small whimper she arched back against him, delighting in the low groan that tore from his throat. She felt an immense satisfaction at the sound, amazed that she, Chloe Sullivan, had been able to bring this formidable man to such a state. She moaned again as he arched hard against her, her eyes flying open, wanting to see what he looked like in the throes of passion…
Only to find herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, her body twisted in her sheets, aroused to a level she had never been before. She felt an immediate, aching sense of loss, her body teetering on the familiar edge she'd found herself on far too many nights of late. Breathing hard, feeling the desire still pooling between her thighs, she managed to slip from the bed, padding over to the window, pressing her heated flesh against the cool pane.
Only a dream.
Only the most erotic dream she'd ever had. And she'd had quite a few over the past few years. Each and every one involving the elusive Lex Luthor; and the dreams had only grown stronger as graduation drew near.
She sighed, forcing her body to calm as she realized that tomorrow, she and all her classmates would officially leave high school and for her, Smallville. She'd been accepted to Metropolis University on a full journalism scholarship and was leaving early to start summer session. It was a bittersweet feeling, joy and happiness at successfully completing her education, sadness that she would not be seeing most of her classmates again, except at various reunions and gatherings, and surprisingly, regret.
Although her regrets numbered only one.
She would never know what it actually felt like to seduce Lex Luthor. Or for that matter, what it might feel like to be seduced by him. The ache the thought sent through her body was both pleasant and annoying. She tried to tell herself it was simply the result of not having had sex in almost a year. Surely she was frustrated, and she would fixate on someone, anyone, to rid herself of that frustration.
But why Lex? What was it about the enigmatic billionaire that set her heart pounding and desire coursing through her body like a living flame? Why would she choose to be fixated on most probably, the one man in the entire world she could not have? The one man who would never want her when he had plenty of bimbos- although she had to admit, they were drop-dead gorgeous bimbos- at his beck and call?
Was she that desperate for sex?
The questions kept pounding through her brain, making her dizzy and more frustrated at the same time. Moving so she was curled up on the window seat, pressed against the window pane, she tried to analyze the state of her love life, or lack thereof.
Yes she'd had several interesting experiences with the actual act of sex, but none had been of the magnitude she'd dreamed or read. Most had been with boys that hardly knew what to do. Clark hadn't gone farther than kissing, so she'd written him off immediately.
But after that disastrous experience, she'd had several encounters with men she happened to meet while on summer visits to her cousin in Metropolis. Though she never told her friends about those experiences, preferring to keep to herself the interesting tricks she'd learned, realizing they would probably not believe her anyhow. No one would suspect never-say-die, reporting obsessed Chloe Sullivan of some of the darker sexual encounters she'd experienced.
There had been one memorable occasion with a man she'd met while clubbing in Metropolis last summer. Spike had been extremely messed up over a woman and looking to let off some steam. She'd been frustrated with her lack of a love life and her growing obsession with Lex, and willing to experiment. The one night they'd gotten together, each it seemed, trying to forget someone else, had opened her eyes to a whole different kind of sexual experience. She'd learned some very interesting things about pleasing a man (never underestimate the power of sucking on the jugular vein) and pleasing herself (the fact that she had enjoyed the pain and pleasure he'd caused when he'd bitten her neck hard enough to draw blood) it hadn't been the exact experience of sex she'd always wanted. Something told her that experience could only be gained from a certain bald billionaire with excellent judo skills- who would probably never look twice at her.
Still, the craving for Lex had not abated, only grown stronger each day. Every night it seemed she found herself using her fingers to bring relief, whimpering and imagining with all her might that it was Lex's hands, Lex's lips, Lex's tongue making her writhe and moan. She needed to find out if reality was as good as fantasy, and she did not have a lot of time left before she had to leave Smallville and thoughts of seducing Lex behind.
The thought sent a thrill down her spine as she imagined what he would do if she suddenly appeared at the mansion and proceeded to seduce him beyond reason. Probably toss her out on her ear, but not if she could get to him first. She smiled at the thought, thanking Spike for the few tricks he'd shown her about getting and keeping a man interested, even when he might not want to be. She wondered if those tricks would work on Lex. That is of course, assuming he would even be interested. Assuming she could make him interested. She also wondered if she had the courage to find out before her chance was lost.
The ache in her body seemed to grow stronger at the thought, her center becoming wet again at the image of Lex, helpless against her seduction, at the thought of driving him to lose control, simply with a touch here and a lick there, the image of him moving above her, his breathing harsh, his velvety voice whispering erotic words in her ear. She groaned, realizing that she could not afford to not take the chance, not when her body was crying out desperately for a release that could only come by his hands. She also had to admit, the thrill of trying to seduce him had woven its own spell over her. She could only imagine what it would take to bring Lex to his knees. Preferably with her head between them.
She groaned again, pushing herself off the window seat, whimpering as her arousal rose a notch when her thighs rubbed together. Almost without thinking, she wandered to her dresser and rummaged through the clothing, pulling out a sexy red teddy she'd bought several months ago. She smiled as the shimmering silk cloaked her body with a soft, sensual touch. Still wondering if she were in her right mind, or about to make the biggest mistake of her life, she slipped on a pair of sneakers and her long black coat that covered her legs all the way to the ankles.
Still unable to believe she was actually contemplating going through with her erotic scenario, she grabbed her car keys slipped down the stairs and through the front door. She thanked God that Lana and her father were sound sleepers. Taking a deep breath, forcing down the voice at the back of her mind screaming a warning, she slipped into her car and headed for the mansion.
With each mile, her fear increased as she wondered what he would do just as her desire in turn, gained intensity. On the bright side, if she were a total failure, and Lex turned her down, she would never have to see him again. She would just steer clear of him for the few weeks before she left for college. It might have been just that thought that spurred her on. Or it could have been the thought that Lex might actually succumb to her seductive wiles.
Several twists and turns later she found herself parking in front of the mansion gates. Not to her surprise, they stood open, since Lex seemed to have a mental block about increasing security. What did the man need, several more attempted kidnappings or window dives from his guests? Shoving aside her memories of that not so spectacular fall, she made her way quietly to the front door, stopping for a moment as she realized she had no idea how to get inside. A quick try of the knob showed her it was locked and she sighed in frustration. She really hadn't thought this far ahead.
Suddenly, she remembered Clark telling her about a side entrance he used when delivering produce to the mansion. Praying Lex's weak security would not check such a door she slipped around the house and made her way to the door. She smiled in triumph as it opened and she slipped inside. As the door closed behind her, she suddenly realized she had no idea where Lex's bedroom might be.
A frustrated sigh emerged from her lips as she stood looking around the darkness, her body simmering with desire to find the man she'd gone through all this trouble for. The man who could have her arrested for trespassing if she were not careful in her explorations. Moving carefully through the kitchen she'd entered, she found her way into the dark main hall, trying to imagine where Lex's room might be. Poking her nose in room after room, she found herself getting more and more frustrated at not finding Lex. When the next door she opened revealed his familiar office, she gave a small sigh and headed over to his chair. She needed to think if she were going to get any satisfaction tonight.
Lex was obviously asleep somewhere and she didn't relish searching the halls of the mansion at night. Especially when she had no idea if the elder Luthor was in residence. She shuddered at the thought of coming across Lionel's room. So what she had to do was find a way then to bring Lex to her. Wracking her brain, she found herself getting more and more frustrated. She couldn't think of any way to attract Lex's attention without awakening anyone else that might be in the house. Sighing, she slammed her palm down onto the desk and allowed her head to follow. As she opened her eyes a few moments later, determined to scrap her entire plan, her eye fell on a small button hidden under the desk.
Moving closer, she noted it read "private alarm." Her heart lightened as she realized that this was most likely an alarm that went off directly to Lex, more than likely in his bedroom. Then again, it could be a direct connection to the Smallville Sheriff's office.
Biting her lip, she wondered whether or not to press the button. Her gut instinct told her to do it, that her first theory was right, but what if she were wrong?
The twinge between her thighs as she shifted sent a wave of heat through her body. She was going to have to take the chance. Her body wouldn't let her think of doing anything else. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and pressed the button. Hearing no major alarms sound, she felt a bit better, settling back into the chair. She suddenly realized that it might be best not to be in Lex's direct line of sight when the door opened. Especially if her theory was wrong and it wasn't Lex who entered.
Taking a quick look around her eyes landed on the pool table off to the side of the room. Heart leaping with anticipation, she slipped from behind Lex's desk and over to the table, jumping up on top of it and stretching out in a pose she hoped was sexy, allowing her overcoat to fall open just enough to hint at the silk beneath. It also had the added benefit of allowing her to pull the coat closed and roll off the table quickly if Lex did not appear.
For a moment, she felt all the doubts and insecurities take over, nearly sending her bolting out the door. But then the image of him from her dream permeated her mind and the lure was impossible to resist. And she had to know if there was even a chance he might respond to her seduction. She knew she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try.
Her heart began to pound as she heard footsteps in the hallway and before she could do more than blink, the door flew open and the man in question stepped into the room. Lex was dressed in nothing more than pajama pants, his muscled chest bare, his bald head gleaming in the moonlight, his eyes sharp and focused, but with a trace of sleepy softness lingering. Even holding what she could clearly tell was a gun, he was quite possibly the most arousing sight she'd ever seen, especially when those eyes finally noticed her.
"Miss Sullivan? What the hell are you doing here?"
She swallowed hard, nearly running in fright at the anger in his voice, feeling only a slight sense of relief as he lowered the weapon. But once again, something stopped her. Maybe it was the flash she suddenly saw appear and go in his eyes as he registered her position stretched across the pool table. Then again, maybe it was the sheer determination that never failed when she set out to do something. Either way, she simply shot him a provocative stare and remained silent. She smiled to herself, the fear subsiding a bit as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she was doing there.
"Chloe, as interesting as I find this situation, I must insist you explain what you are doing stretched out across my pool table like some wanton whore!"
Chloe took no offense at the words, focusing instead on the fact that he'd called her by her first name. She also noted the heat in the eyes sliding over her body, lingering on the glimpses of red silk visible through the part of her coat. She felt a huge sense of satisfaction, knowing by his look that he was interested. Shifting so the robe fell off her shoulders revealing the teddy fully to his gaze, she looked directly into his eyes as she heard his breath catch.
"Seducing you," she replied in a breathy voice, watching as his eyes went dark.
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Lex Luthor was not having a good day.
First it had been a nearly unbearable call to his father in Metropolis. Lionel had spent millions trying to undermine LexCorp's latest effort to win a major contract with a Los Angles firm. When Lex confronted his sire with the information his spies had uncovered, it had resulted in the usual "put down Lex" speech which by this time had no effect whatsoever on him. The headache brought on by Lionel had only been compounded by an hour of listening to Clark's rhapsodies of life with Lana. You'd think the boy could simply appreciate what he'd gotten silently, instead of talking a mile a minute about his happiness. Despite his reputation for little patience, he couldn't bring himself to tell his friend to shut up. So he'd wasted an hour in Clark and Lanaland when he'd really have preferred to get on with business.
Then there had been his trip to the Talon where his plans for a relaxing cup of coffee had been shot to hell as he'd found himself more interested in trying to keep his eyes off Chloe Sullivan. He'd felt his own frustration rise as his gaze kept coming back to the perky blonde sitting in her usual spot with her notebook and large coffee in front of her. What frustrated him even more was the fact that until earlier this summer, he had been able to see her as Clark's little friend. Now however, it was a completely different story. Lately, even just the sight of her had been enough to stir things in his blood he knew were best left unacknowledged.
Despite his internal denial, he couldn't help but notice that Chloe had grown into an unusually beautiful woman. She was not conventionally attractive, her eyes a bit too wide and her lips a bit too full. But her blonde hair had lengthened into a neat shoulder length bob that framed her face in a very attractive way. It was distracting enough to realize that he found himself fascinated by the bright strands every time she flicked them from her face or turned to say something to one of her friends. Trips to the Talon had become a silent torture as he found his mind often wandering to what those silken strands might feel like between his fingers or brushing over his body. And from there, the thoughts had progressed to wondering what her firm, lithe body would feel like naked against his.
She might not have been classically beautiful, but Chloe Sullivan had suddenly become the most sensual woman he had ever seen. Everything about her seemed to call to him, including the fact that he had begun to suspect a rather sensuous nature lay beneath her serious façade. There was something in her movement, in the way she'd look at you from the corner of her eye that told you she knew the power she possessed.
It had also been quite obvious that someone had shown her the power of her sensuality. And much to his dismay, he'd found himself fighting a stab of irrational jealousy that it hadn't been him. Although he took small comfort in the fact of being absolutely sure it hadn't been Clark or Pete. He knew Clark would have told him if anything had happened between him and Chloe or Pete and Chloe. He refused to analyze the sense of relief that knowledge brought.
Yes, it galled him to realize that he, Lex Luthor, multi-billionaire with women of all types at his beck and call could think of a high school senior with the lustful thoughts that had recently seemed to take over his dreams. But what disgusted him even more was the fact that he didn't want to stop those thoughts, or those dreams.
Every night it seemed he awoke in a sweat, his body aroused to almost the point of pain, images of her lips and tongue working over his body, making him writhe in a passion he'd only ever dreamt of. The feel of her smooth skin, her nipples peaked and hard as he teased them with his teeth and tongue as she arched against him with small whimpers of delight. The feel of her own curious fingers stroking his desire, the image of her lips wrapped around him as she gazed deeply into his eyes, heightening the pleasure tenfold.
The imagined sound of her hoarse voice crying out his name in passion as he lost himself in her tight, moist depths.
The dreams were beginning to drive him mad, especially when he awoke, unfulfilled and seriously contemplating what she might do if he simply walked up to her and took her as he'd so often imagined.
She'd probably recoil in fear and loathing, and then scream bloody murder. Because there was no possible way Chloe Sullivan could ever even think of him in the ways he had started to think of her. Not that he would want her to, he didn't need that kind of emotional turmoil. But still, he was nothing more than Clark's friend to her and most likely the last person she would ever think of romantically.
Not that he needed romance. He'd gotten used to being cold and alone a long time ago. It was more common than rare that his girlfriends were only with him for the money or his company. Or pawns of his father. Clark was really his only true friend and even their relationship was strained by the secrets they both had to keep from each other. He felt a slight tinge of sadness as he thought of the loving relationship Clark had with his parents, wondering briefly if things would have been different if he'd been raised by the Kents' instead of Lionel Luthor. Which was why he often found himself cursing the day he'd ever laid eyes on Clark Kent and by turn Chloe Sullivan. The last thing he needed to distract him from business was a ridiculous and definitely forbidden infatuation, much less for a young girl.
But she was legal and she would be a high school graduate tomorrow.
The thought had been enough to bring his mind back to the present, to find his hands clenched into fists and the heated images that were bombarding his mind had caused a rather disarming effect on certain parts of his body.
Muttering a curse, he'd immersed himself in business for the night although he still found his mind wandering back to what Chloe would look like first thing in the morning, preferably in his bed. The thought had sent a bolt of desire, followed by a bolt of frustration, through his overtired body.
Which was why, after finally falling into a light sleep several hours later, he was enraged to be awoken from dreams of Chloe by the chime of his private office alarm. Jumping from the bed, pausing only to grab the gun from his nightstand drawer, he headed out of the room, wondering if he should have called the police. Someone was in his office and it was probably not the best idea to confront whomever it might be alone. But despite the warning in his brain, something else had him quietly making his way to his office. He wasn't sure what, but he knew only that he wasn't really afraid. Which possibly could mean he should be very, very afraid of what lie in wait for him.
Reaching the door of his study, doubts suddenly hit him again. What if it was a burglar or worse, one of what Chloe had dubbed "Meteor Freaks?" Well, it was too late to worry about that now, he'd simply have to take his chances. Cocking the gun, he took a deep breath and threw open the door, eyes going immediately to his obviously empty desk chair. Frowning, he turned to look across the room, only to stop dead in his tracks as he was greeted with a vision straight out of one of his more lustful fantasies.
He wondered if he were dreaming, since there was no possible way Chloe Sullivan would be stretched out across his pool table, looking more sultry than any girl her age had a right to. But then she smiled and shifted, her coat parting to give him a quick glimpse of something silky and red beneath. He could smell the perfume she wore, could hear her soft, quick breathing, could see the heat in her eyes as she gave him a deliberate once over. He knew then that he was in trouble. But he was not going to let this slip of a girl know that.
"Miss Sullivan? What the hell are you doing here?"
He delighted in making his voice harsh at best, and felt a moment of triumph at reading the sudden hesitation in her eyes. Good. The sooner she left, the better off he would be. He refused to acknowledge the part of him that wished she would stay. However, he soon realized she wasn't moving. Instead, a fire had replaced the fear in her eyes. He swallowed hard, and tried once again to muster up some form of denial, hearing the desperation in his voice to his utter dismay.
"Chloe, as interesting as I find this situation, I must insist you explain what you are doing stretched out across my pool table like some wanton whore!"
He wasn't sure where the "wanton whore" had come from or the fact that he had used her first name, but unfortunately, the image the words created only served to increase the desire he could feel building as her gaze remained locked with his. He swallowed again as she licked her lips, the sight of her small pink tongue sending a fresh wave of lust through his desire addled body.
When she finally answered his question, her words froze him just as effectively as a bolt of lightening.
"Seducing you."
He hadn't heard her right. He couldn't have. But if the look of sensual delight on her face was anything to go by, he had. He swallowed hard as he struggled to find something, anything to say before he simply ravished her right there where she reclined.
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Chloe found herself trying to remember to breathe as she watched the expressions pass over Lex's face. Normally she would have been cowering at his fierce look, but right now, she could read something else in those dark orbs.
Desire. Lex Luthor wanted her.
This might not be as difficult as she'd thought. Although the trick now was to seduce him before he had the sense to stop her. Smiling, she slid slowly off the table, making sure the move allowed her coat to part and reveal the silk of her teddy in the dim light. The move also allowed her to show off her long legs, something Lex definitely noticed if his harsh intake of breath was any indication.
Moving until she was standing directly in front of him, she reached out and ran her finger tip gently down the bare flesh of his arm. She delighted in the way his body went taut at the touch, his eyes becoming unreadable. Growing bolder, she reached up with her other hand and brushed it across his chin, shivering to note it was warm and smooth to her touch.
"Miss Sullivan-"
His raspy voice brought her mind back to the task at hand as she focused on his eyes again. His expression was wary, but so far, he had made no move to remove her fingers as they caressed their way along his chin and down the curve of his neck. She thrilled to the pulse in his throat beating rapidly, and smiled at him.
"Call me Chloe, Lex, it sounds so sensual when you say my name," she husked back, allowing her fingers to edge dangerously close to his lips, feeling the soft pants of breath against her fingers. When he did not immediately answer, she allowed her fingers to brush across his lips, drawn tight as he obviously struggled to resist her.
But resistance was futile tonight. She continued her light caress, learning the feel and texture of the soft skin, never taking her eyes off his face. She felt her body temperature rise as little prickles of desire flooded over her at the sensations. But she needed more. And since it seemed she would have to be the first one to make any move, she jumped in head first, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face down to hers.
"Relax, you might learn something," she whispered throatily. Amazed at her boldness, she pressed her lips tightly to his.
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Author: SaraC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Future fic (AU)
Summary: Chloe learns the art of seduction and Lex is not complaining (would you?)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. Damn.
Notes: Just a little smut biscuit I wrote to overcome a mental muse block. Enjoy!
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Chloe sighed as she watched Clark and Lana flirt with each other as the short brunette filled order after order behind the Talon's counter. The two were really almost too sickeningly cute to be seen together in public. Still, she couldn't help but smile at the fact that Clark had finally taken everyone's advice and gotten up the backbone to ask Lana out. She'd long ago gotten over her crush on Clark after realizing the farmboy would never have eyes for anyone other than Lana. Surprisingly, it had not hurt much at all and within a week, she'd been pestering Clark to simply ask Lana out and put an end to the ridiculous unresolved sexual tension.
The ease of getting over her Clark fixation however was more than likely due to the man who had replaced him in her nightly dreams. The man who had just entered the Talon and was now talking with Lana and Clark at the counter.
His bald head gleamed in the fluorescent lights of the coffee house, stirring in her the now familiar urge to run her fingertips over the smooth skin from crown to neck, just to see the look of sensual pleasure on his face. She knew somehow that area would be a major pleasure point for the young billionaire. The image suddenly changed from her fingertips to her tongue, tracing the same path, but stopping to linger against his earlobe. She felt a tremor rip through her body as she imagined how Lex's skin would feel against her lips.
"Something wrong Miss Sullivan?"
She jumped at the silky voice, laced with a familiar yet dangerous undertone. Somehow, during her contemplation, the object of her fantasies had moved from the counter to her table and was now staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. From his tone, she could tell he knew she'd been staring at him for a while.
"Now that you mention it, no, nothing's wrong Lex, why do you ask?" She cursed herself for the stupid response, knowing it wasn't up to par with her usual verbal judo. But she had a good excuse - he'd caught her off guard and in the middle of a sexual fantasy about him.
"You've been staring intensely at me for the past few minutes, I wonder if there's something wrong? Or if there's something about my appearance that you find so fascinating?"
Well, no one had ever accused Chloe Sullivan of being subtle. Of course he'd noticed her gaze, the trick now was how to respond. She knew what she'd like to do, but it was probably illegal in such a public place. Still, the image brought a blush to her cheeks.
"Now Lex, who wouldn't find Smallville's resident billionaire fascinating?" There, that was a bit better judo, although she was still feeling flustered enough that it wasn't as easy to respond as normal. She knew it would be best to lower her gaze and pretend interest in the article she was writing, already sensing the curious looks Clark, Lana and several other of the Talon's patrons were sending their way. But something compelled her gaze to remain on his face, fascinated by the way the lighting seemed to give him a dangerous, mysterious air. It had an erotic quality she'd never seen in any other males of her acquaintance.
Not that she had many to judge by. Her experiences with meteor freaks had amounted to nothing but trouble and her only kiss with Clark had been meteor induced. Not to mention the fact that Clark and Pete might have a few problems if they ever found out she'd taken a definitely more than platonic interest in Lex Luthor.
At first she'd been horrified by the train her thoughts were taking whenever she'd look at the handsome billionaire. There was the obvious age difference, not to mention Lex's seeming fascination for brunette bimbos and floozies. And of course, there was the little fact that Lex was her father's boss not to mention Clark's best friend. Still, during the past year, her senior year, she had found herself more intrigued and curious than disgusted by her attraction to Lex.
"Miss Sullivan, am I to infer from that statement that you find me fascinating? Because if that is the case, I insist on knowing what it is about me that you find so interesting."
She jumped as his amused voice penetrated the haze she'd been in, swallowing hard as her gaze again focused on his face, noting a strange look in those compelling eyes. Still, the air of danger about him was enough to send a slight shiver down her spine, though, to her surprise, it was not all that unpleasant a sensation.
Still, however, she remained silent, knowing it would annoy him, but unable it seemed to speak. She was, for lack of a better word, mesmerized. Something was keeping her silent, her gaze locked with his as she watched the various expressions slide across his face. Funny, she'd always thought Lex emotionless, but oh, how wrong she had been!
There was a fire in his eyes that seemed to send a spark tingling down her spine. That fire was suddenly blanketed and replaced by an almost smug gaze. That gaze then turned into one of confused annoyance as he realized that she was still staring at him. But as she let her eyes wander over his face, his tall form cloaked in his usual expensive suit and tie, she felt her breath catch as the fire suddenly reappeared. She was so involved in watching him, that it came as a complete surprise to suddenly find he had somehow moved from standing in front of her table to sitting by her side, those dark eyes now staring with a harsh, fiery glow into her own.
Her heart began to pound as she forced her gaze to remain locked on his. She felt what might have been a lick of flame shoot down her spine and her breathing grew shallow. Her lips suddenly felt too dry, and she unconsciously licked them, watching in surprise as something seemed to spark in Lex's eyes.
Before she could do more than gasp, she found herself wrapped tightly in a pair of strong arms, her lips crushed against the firm ones of Lex Luthor. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt before, bolts of fire and ice coursing through her body as she opened her mouth to meet his probing tongue. She couldn't help the low moan that emerged from the back of her throat as she felt the long, sensual fingers she'd admired from afar, press against her spine, pulling her body closer, pressing her breasts tightly to his chest.
Somehow, the need for air seemed to escape her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her, deepening the kiss as she felt his heart pounding against her chest. She lost all awareness of the room around them, of the worry of what her friends and fellow patrons would say at such a shocking display. Nothing mattered but the man in her arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
She moaned low in her throat as she felt those talented fingers slip under her shirt to cup a small breast in his hand. She instinctively arched into him as sensations shot through her at the touch, even through the lace of her bra. She whimpered as he rolled her nipple with his fingers, the abrasion of the material and his heated hands stimulating her body even more. Her lips never broke contact with his as she gave into her fantasy, skimming the pads of her fingers from the crown of his head to his neck, delighting in the feral moan he gave as he deepened the kiss. She repeated the action, getting the same moan and a tightening of his arms in reply. Feeling daring, she allowed her hands to run down his back, feeling the muscles bunch against her palms as she pulled him closer, cursing the fact that his shirt provided a barrier to his heated skin.
She gasped as he suddenly pulled her across his lap until she was straddling him, then proceeded to thrust up against her, the hard evidence of his desire now pressed exactly where she'd dreamed of for too many nights to count. With a small whimper she arched back against him, delighting in the low groan that tore from his throat. She felt an immense satisfaction at the sound, amazed that she, Chloe Sullivan, had been able to bring this formidable man to such a state. She moaned again as he arched hard against her, her eyes flying open, wanting to see what he looked like in the throes of passion…
Only to find herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, her body twisted in her sheets, aroused to a level she had never been before. She felt an immediate, aching sense of loss, her body teetering on the familiar edge she'd found herself on far too many nights of late. Breathing hard, feeling the desire still pooling between her thighs, she managed to slip from the bed, padding over to the window, pressing her heated flesh against the cool pane.
Only a dream.
Only the most erotic dream she'd ever had. And she'd had quite a few over the past few years. Each and every one involving the elusive Lex Luthor; and the dreams had only grown stronger as graduation drew near.
She sighed, forcing her body to calm as she realized that tomorrow, she and all her classmates would officially leave high school and for her, Smallville. She'd been accepted to Metropolis University on a full journalism scholarship and was leaving early to start summer session. It was a bittersweet feeling, joy and happiness at successfully completing her education, sadness that she would not be seeing most of her classmates again, except at various reunions and gatherings, and surprisingly, regret.
Although her regrets numbered only one.
She would never know what it actually felt like to seduce Lex Luthor. Or for that matter, what it might feel like to be seduced by him. The ache the thought sent through her body was both pleasant and annoying. She tried to tell herself it was simply the result of not having had sex in almost a year. Surely she was frustrated, and she would fixate on someone, anyone, to rid herself of that frustration.
But why Lex? What was it about the enigmatic billionaire that set her heart pounding and desire coursing through her body like a living flame? Why would she choose to be fixated on most probably, the one man in the entire world she could not have? The one man who would never want her when he had plenty of bimbos- although she had to admit, they were drop-dead gorgeous bimbos- at his beck and call?
Was she that desperate for sex?
The questions kept pounding through her brain, making her dizzy and more frustrated at the same time. Moving so she was curled up on the window seat, pressed against the window pane, she tried to analyze the state of her love life, or lack thereof.
Yes she'd had several interesting experiences with the actual act of sex, but none had been of the magnitude she'd dreamed or read. Most had been with boys that hardly knew what to do. Clark hadn't gone farther than kissing, so she'd written him off immediately.
But after that disastrous experience, she'd had several encounters with men she happened to meet while on summer visits to her cousin in Metropolis. Though she never told her friends about those experiences, preferring to keep to herself the interesting tricks she'd learned, realizing they would probably not believe her anyhow. No one would suspect never-say-die, reporting obsessed Chloe Sullivan of some of the darker sexual encounters she'd experienced.
There had been one memorable occasion with a man she'd met while clubbing in Metropolis last summer. Spike had been extremely messed up over a woman and looking to let off some steam. She'd been frustrated with her lack of a love life and her growing obsession with Lex, and willing to experiment. The one night they'd gotten together, each it seemed, trying to forget someone else, had opened her eyes to a whole different kind of sexual experience. She'd learned some very interesting things about pleasing a man (never underestimate the power of sucking on the jugular vein) and pleasing herself (the fact that she had enjoyed the pain and pleasure he'd caused when he'd bitten her neck hard enough to draw blood) it hadn't been the exact experience of sex she'd always wanted. Something told her that experience could only be gained from a certain bald billionaire with excellent judo skills- who would probably never look twice at her.
Still, the craving for Lex had not abated, only grown stronger each day. Every night it seemed she found herself using her fingers to bring relief, whimpering and imagining with all her might that it was Lex's hands, Lex's lips, Lex's tongue making her writhe and moan. She needed to find out if reality was as good as fantasy, and she did not have a lot of time left before she had to leave Smallville and thoughts of seducing Lex behind.
The thought sent a thrill down her spine as she imagined what he would do if she suddenly appeared at the mansion and proceeded to seduce him beyond reason. Probably toss her out on her ear, but not if she could get to him first. She smiled at the thought, thanking Spike for the few tricks he'd shown her about getting and keeping a man interested, even when he might not want to be. She wondered if those tricks would work on Lex. That is of course, assuming he would even be interested. Assuming she could make him interested. She also wondered if she had the courage to find out before her chance was lost.
The ache in her body seemed to grow stronger at the thought, her center becoming wet again at the image of Lex, helpless against her seduction, at the thought of driving him to lose control, simply with a touch here and a lick there, the image of him moving above her, his breathing harsh, his velvety voice whispering erotic words in her ear. She groaned, realizing that she could not afford to not take the chance, not when her body was crying out desperately for a release that could only come by his hands. She also had to admit, the thrill of trying to seduce him had woven its own spell over her. She could only imagine what it would take to bring Lex to his knees. Preferably with her head between them.
She groaned again, pushing herself off the window seat, whimpering as her arousal rose a notch when her thighs rubbed together. Almost without thinking, she wandered to her dresser and rummaged through the clothing, pulling out a sexy red teddy she'd bought several months ago. She smiled as the shimmering silk cloaked her body with a soft, sensual touch. Still wondering if she were in her right mind, or about to make the biggest mistake of her life, she slipped on a pair of sneakers and her long black coat that covered her legs all the way to the ankles.
Still unable to believe she was actually contemplating going through with her erotic scenario, she grabbed her car keys slipped down the stairs and through the front door. She thanked God that Lana and her father were sound sleepers. Taking a deep breath, forcing down the voice at the back of her mind screaming a warning, she slipped into her car and headed for the mansion.
With each mile, her fear increased as she wondered what he would do just as her desire in turn, gained intensity. On the bright side, if she were a total failure, and Lex turned her down, she would never have to see him again. She would just steer clear of him for the few weeks before she left for college. It might have been just that thought that spurred her on. Or it could have been the thought that Lex might actually succumb to her seductive wiles.
Several twists and turns later she found herself parking in front of the mansion gates. Not to her surprise, they stood open, since Lex seemed to have a mental block about increasing security. What did the man need, several more attempted kidnappings or window dives from his guests? Shoving aside her memories of that not so spectacular fall, she made her way quietly to the front door, stopping for a moment as she realized she had no idea how to get inside. A quick try of the knob showed her it was locked and she sighed in frustration. She really hadn't thought this far ahead.
Suddenly, she remembered Clark telling her about a side entrance he used when delivering produce to the mansion. Praying Lex's weak security would not check such a door she slipped around the house and made her way to the door. She smiled in triumph as it opened and she slipped inside. As the door closed behind her, she suddenly realized she had no idea where Lex's bedroom might be.
A frustrated sigh emerged from her lips as she stood looking around the darkness, her body simmering with desire to find the man she'd gone through all this trouble for. The man who could have her arrested for trespassing if she were not careful in her explorations. Moving carefully through the kitchen she'd entered, she found her way into the dark main hall, trying to imagine where Lex's room might be. Poking her nose in room after room, she found herself getting more and more frustrated at not finding Lex. When the next door she opened revealed his familiar office, she gave a small sigh and headed over to his chair. She needed to think if she were going to get any satisfaction tonight.
Lex was obviously asleep somewhere and she didn't relish searching the halls of the mansion at night. Especially when she had no idea if the elder Luthor was in residence. She shuddered at the thought of coming across Lionel's room. So what she had to do was find a way then to bring Lex to her. Wracking her brain, she found herself getting more and more frustrated. She couldn't think of any way to attract Lex's attention without awakening anyone else that might be in the house. Sighing, she slammed her palm down onto the desk and allowed her head to follow. As she opened her eyes a few moments later, determined to scrap her entire plan, her eye fell on a small button hidden under the desk.
Moving closer, she noted it read "private alarm." Her heart lightened as she realized that this was most likely an alarm that went off directly to Lex, more than likely in his bedroom. Then again, it could be a direct connection to the Smallville Sheriff's office.
Biting her lip, she wondered whether or not to press the button. Her gut instinct told her to do it, that her first theory was right, but what if she were wrong?
The twinge between her thighs as she shifted sent a wave of heat through her body. She was going to have to take the chance. Her body wouldn't let her think of doing anything else. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and pressed the button. Hearing no major alarms sound, she felt a bit better, settling back into the chair. She suddenly realized that it might be best not to be in Lex's direct line of sight when the door opened. Especially if her theory was wrong and it wasn't Lex who entered.
Taking a quick look around her eyes landed on the pool table off to the side of the room. Heart leaping with anticipation, she slipped from behind Lex's desk and over to the table, jumping up on top of it and stretching out in a pose she hoped was sexy, allowing her overcoat to fall open just enough to hint at the silk beneath. It also had the added benefit of allowing her to pull the coat closed and roll off the table quickly if Lex did not appear.
For a moment, she felt all the doubts and insecurities take over, nearly sending her bolting out the door. But then the image of him from her dream permeated her mind and the lure was impossible to resist. And she had to know if there was even a chance he might respond to her seduction. She knew she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try.
Her heart began to pound as she heard footsteps in the hallway and before she could do more than blink, the door flew open and the man in question stepped into the room. Lex was dressed in nothing more than pajama pants, his muscled chest bare, his bald head gleaming in the moonlight, his eyes sharp and focused, but with a trace of sleepy softness lingering. Even holding what she could clearly tell was a gun, he was quite possibly the most arousing sight she'd ever seen, especially when those eyes finally noticed her.
"Miss Sullivan? What the hell are you doing here?"
She swallowed hard, nearly running in fright at the anger in his voice, feeling only a slight sense of relief as he lowered the weapon. But once again, something stopped her. Maybe it was the flash she suddenly saw appear and go in his eyes as he registered her position stretched across the pool table. Then again, maybe it was the sheer determination that never failed when she set out to do something. Either way, she simply shot him a provocative stare and remained silent. She smiled to herself, the fear subsiding a bit as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she was doing there.
"Chloe, as interesting as I find this situation, I must insist you explain what you are doing stretched out across my pool table like some wanton whore!"
Chloe took no offense at the words, focusing instead on the fact that he'd called her by her first name. She also noted the heat in the eyes sliding over her body, lingering on the glimpses of red silk visible through the part of her coat. She felt a huge sense of satisfaction, knowing by his look that he was interested. Shifting so the robe fell off her shoulders revealing the teddy fully to his gaze, she looked directly into his eyes as she heard his breath catch.
"Seducing you," she replied in a breathy voice, watching as his eyes went dark.
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Lex Luthor was not having a good day.
First it had been a nearly unbearable call to his father in Metropolis. Lionel had spent millions trying to undermine LexCorp's latest effort to win a major contract with a Los Angles firm. When Lex confronted his sire with the information his spies had uncovered, it had resulted in the usual "put down Lex" speech which by this time had no effect whatsoever on him. The headache brought on by Lionel had only been compounded by an hour of listening to Clark's rhapsodies of life with Lana. You'd think the boy could simply appreciate what he'd gotten silently, instead of talking a mile a minute about his happiness. Despite his reputation for little patience, he couldn't bring himself to tell his friend to shut up. So he'd wasted an hour in Clark and Lanaland when he'd really have preferred to get on with business.
Then there had been his trip to the Talon where his plans for a relaxing cup of coffee had been shot to hell as he'd found himself more interested in trying to keep his eyes off Chloe Sullivan. He'd felt his own frustration rise as his gaze kept coming back to the perky blonde sitting in her usual spot with her notebook and large coffee in front of her. What frustrated him even more was the fact that until earlier this summer, he had been able to see her as Clark's little friend. Now however, it was a completely different story. Lately, even just the sight of her had been enough to stir things in his blood he knew were best left unacknowledged.
Despite his internal denial, he couldn't help but notice that Chloe had grown into an unusually beautiful woman. She was not conventionally attractive, her eyes a bit too wide and her lips a bit too full. But her blonde hair had lengthened into a neat shoulder length bob that framed her face in a very attractive way. It was distracting enough to realize that he found himself fascinated by the bright strands every time she flicked them from her face or turned to say something to one of her friends. Trips to the Talon had become a silent torture as he found his mind often wandering to what those silken strands might feel like between his fingers or brushing over his body. And from there, the thoughts had progressed to wondering what her firm, lithe body would feel like naked against his.
She might not have been classically beautiful, but Chloe Sullivan had suddenly become the most sensual woman he had ever seen. Everything about her seemed to call to him, including the fact that he had begun to suspect a rather sensuous nature lay beneath her serious façade. There was something in her movement, in the way she'd look at you from the corner of her eye that told you she knew the power she possessed.
It had also been quite obvious that someone had shown her the power of her sensuality. And much to his dismay, he'd found himself fighting a stab of irrational jealousy that it hadn't been him. Although he took small comfort in the fact of being absolutely sure it hadn't been Clark or Pete. He knew Clark would have told him if anything had happened between him and Chloe or Pete and Chloe. He refused to analyze the sense of relief that knowledge brought.
Yes, it galled him to realize that he, Lex Luthor, multi-billionaire with women of all types at his beck and call could think of a high school senior with the lustful thoughts that had recently seemed to take over his dreams. But what disgusted him even more was the fact that he didn't want to stop those thoughts, or those dreams.
Every night it seemed he awoke in a sweat, his body aroused to almost the point of pain, images of her lips and tongue working over his body, making him writhe in a passion he'd only ever dreamt of. The feel of her smooth skin, her nipples peaked and hard as he teased them with his teeth and tongue as she arched against him with small whimpers of delight. The feel of her own curious fingers stroking his desire, the image of her lips wrapped around him as she gazed deeply into his eyes, heightening the pleasure tenfold.
The imagined sound of her hoarse voice crying out his name in passion as he lost himself in her tight, moist depths.
The dreams were beginning to drive him mad, especially when he awoke, unfulfilled and seriously contemplating what she might do if he simply walked up to her and took her as he'd so often imagined.
She'd probably recoil in fear and loathing, and then scream bloody murder. Because there was no possible way Chloe Sullivan could ever even think of him in the ways he had started to think of her. Not that he would want her to, he didn't need that kind of emotional turmoil. But still, he was nothing more than Clark's friend to her and most likely the last person she would ever think of romantically.
Not that he needed romance. He'd gotten used to being cold and alone a long time ago. It was more common than rare that his girlfriends were only with him for the money or his company. Or pawns of his father. Clark was really his only true friend and even their relationship was strained by the secrets they both had to keep from each other. He felt a slight tinge of sadness as he thought of the loving relationship Clark had with his parents, wondering briefly if things would have been different if he'd been raised by the Kents' instead of Lionel Luthor. Which was why he often found himself cursing the day he'd ever laid eyes on Clark Kent and by turn Chloe Sullivan. The last thing he needed to distract him from business was a ridiculous and definitely forbidden infatuation, much less for a young girl.
But she was legal and she would be a high school graduate tomorrow.
The thought had been enough to bring his mind back to the present, to find his hands clenched into fists and the heated images that were bombarding his mind had caused a rather disarming effect on certain parts of his body.
Muttering a curse, he'd immersed himself in business for the night although he still found his mind wandering back to what Chloe would look like first thing in the morning, preferably in his bed. The thought had sent a bolt of desire, followed by a bolt of frustration, through his overtired body.
Which was why, after finally falling into a light sleep several hours later, he was enraged to be awoken from dreams of Chloe by the chime of his private office alarm. Jumping from the bed, pausing only to grab the gun from his nightstand drawer, he headed out of the room, wondering if he should have called the police. Someone was in his office and it was probably not the best idea to confront whomever it might be alone. But despite the warning in his brain, something else had him quietly making his way to his office. He wasn't sure what, but he knew only that he wasn't really afraid. Which possibly could mean he should be very, very afraid of what lie in wait for him.
Reaching the door of his study, doubts suddenly hit him again. What if it was a burglar or worse, one of what Chloe had dubbed "Meteor Freaks?" Well, it was too late to worry about that now, he'd simply have to take his chances. Cocking the gun, he took a deep breath and threw open the door, eyes going immediately to his obviously empty desk chair. Frowning, he turned to look across the room, only to stop dead in his tracks as he was greeted with a vision straight out of one of his more lustful fantasies.
He wondered if he were dreaming, since there was no possible way Chloe Sullivan would be stretched out across his pool table, looking more sultry than any girl her age had a right to. But then she smiled and shifted, her coat parting to give him a quick glimpse of something silky and red beneath. He could smell the perfume she wore, could hear her soft, quick breathing, could see the heat in her eyes as she gave him a deliberate once over. He knew then that he was in trouble. But he was not going to let this slip of a girl know that.
"Miss Sullivan? What the hell are you doing here?"
He delighted in making his voice harsh at best, and felt a moment of triumph at reading the sudden hesitation in her eyes. Good. The sooner she left, the better off he would be. He refused to acknowledge the part of him that wished she would stay. However, he soon realized she wasn't moving. Instead, a fire had replaced the fear in her eyes. He swallowed hard, and tried once again to muster up some form of denial, hearing the desperation in his voice to his utter dismay.
"Chloe, as interesting as I find this situation, I must insist you explain what you are doing stretched out across my pool table like some wanton whore!"
He wasn't sure where the "wanton whore" had come from or the fact that he had used her first name, but unfortunately, the image the words created only served to increase the desire he could feel building as her gaze remained locked with his. He swallowed again as she licked her lips, the sight of her small pink tongue sending a fresh wave of lust through his desire addled body.
When she finally answered his question, her words froze him just as effectively as a bolt of lightening.
"Seducing you."
He hadn't heard her right. He couldn't have. But if the look of sensual delight on her face was anything to go by, he had. He swallowed hard as he struggled to find something, anything to say before he simply ravished her right there where she reclined.
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Chloe found herself trying to remember to breathe as she watched the expressions pass over Lex's face. Normally she would have been cowering at his fierce look, but right now, she could read something else in those dark orbs.
Desire. Lex Luthor wanted her.
This might not be as difficult as she'd thought. Although the trick now was to seduce him before he had the sense to stop her. Smiling, she slid slowly off the table, making sure the move allowed her coat to part and reveal the silk of her teddy in the dim light. The move also allowed her to show off her long legs, something Lex definitely noticed if his harsh intake of breath was any indication.
Moving until she was standing directly in front of him, she reached out and ran her finger tip gently down the bare flesh of his arm. She delighted in the way his body went taut at the touch, his eyes becoming unreadable. Growing bolder, she reached up with her other hand and brushed it across his chin, shivering to note it was warm and smooth to her touch.
"Miss Sullivan-"
His raspy voice brought her mind back to the task at hand as she focused on his eyes again. His expression was wary, but so far, he had made no move to remove her fingers as they caressed their way along his chin and down the curve of his neck. She thrilled to the pulse in his throat beating rapidly, and smiled at him.
"Call me Chloe, Lex, it sounds so sensual when you say my name," she husked back, allowing her fingers to edge dangerously close to his lips, feeling the soft pants of breath against her fingers. When he did not immediately answer, she allowed her fingers to brush across his lips, drawn tight as he obviously struggled to resist her.
But resistance was futile tonight. She continued her light caress, learning the feel and texture of the soft skin, never taking her eyes off his face. She felt her body temperature rise as little prickles of desire flooded over her at the sensations. But she needed more. And since it seemed she would have to be the first one to make any move, she jumped in head first, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face down to hers.
"Relax, you might learn something," she whispered throatily. Amazed at her boldness, she pressed her lips tightly to his.
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