Temptation by Liv Morris

Chapter 1
     
     
     
    A sense of satisfaction hits me once I have all the necessary elements for my Tantra session in place. I survey the room and watch the candles’ flickering flames bounce an amber glow over the silk tapestries. The soft music playing from hidden speakers sounds out a hypnotic beat. Like a rhythmic pulse—steady and paced. The setting and sensual ambiance are impeccable. I want nothing short of perfection for this session as it’s my client’s last scheduled visit with me. A grand finale of sorts. I’m looking forward to seeing him demonstrate his newly acquired techniques. Off with the old way, getting off with the new is my hope.
    While I adjust a wedge pillow situated on the cushioned floor mat, the front desk buzzer sounds throughout my apartment, signaling my appointment’s arrival. I leave my candlelit office, run to the in-house phone in my hallway, and pick up the receiver.
    “Hello,” I respond into the phone, winded.
    “Mrs. Delcour, Mr. and Mrs. Browning are here in the lobby. They say you have an appointment with them.”
    “Thanks, Carl. I do. Please send them up.”
    “Yes, Mrs. Delcour.” I appreciate Charlie’s formal address, but referring to me as Mrs. makes me feel so matronly.
    Being a widow at thirty-four makes me acutely aware I’m an unusual specimen. Old before my time, and very much on my own, I can’t even remember the last time I went for a wax. That’s something to add to my to-do list for later this afternoon at the spa.
    Waxing hasn’t been a big priority since I haven’t had real sex in the last two years, although the thought of it comes to mind and more often than I’d like. The familiar craving of being with a man, having him fill and possess me, fills my thoughts and arouses an aching need in me I’ve locked away.
    The problem is it takes two for the tango I have in mind, and I haven’t found a single man in this entire city of millions who has raised my temperature or interest. All the men I’ve met have been mundane, at best, with absolutely no chemistry between us at all. I need a challenge. A sparring partner. A man with passion—or at least passion for me. A tangible heat would be nice, too.
    A solid knock on the front door echoes through the marbled entryway, announcing the Browning’s arrival.
    One last glance at the hallway mirror, followed by a quick adjustment of my tight camisole, and I’m ready for the session to begin. This client is bringing his wife with him for the first time. He came to me as a referral. One of the first “it’s all about me when it comes to the bedroom” men I’ve had the pleasure of teaching how to please a woman. Mr. Browning said the results in the bedroom were so great for him; he’d be my slave for a day in thanks. I begin to chuckle at that thought as I pull the door open.
    “Hello, Ross.” I greet the two happy and eager faces in front of me with a warm smile. “This must be Lily.”
    “Good morning, Kathryn.” Ross gives me a light kiss on each cheek. His eyes dance as he pulls away from me. He’s one excited man. “This is my lovely wife, Lily.”
    “Hello, Lily.” Smiling at one another, we shake hands as I welcome her to my apartment and then motion them inside. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
    “Oh, it’s so great to finally meet you, Kathryn. First off, I have to thank you. Good God. Where do I even start?” She giggles and collapses into Ross’s side. He closes his arms around her. Their physical intimacy is apparent, and I can’t help but smile, fully satisfied at what I see before me.
    “No need to say another word. I can see you appreciate what Ross has learned.” Lily looks up at me, nodding. I wink knowingly and offer my arm to Lily. It’s time to get this show on the road.
    We head down the hallway with Ross in tow. I peer over my shoulder and give him a big smile of approval. I have a wonderfully happy wife on my arm. A far cry from what he described