Page 52 of Sins of Seduction
“Okay, we need to go over safe words and boundaries again. I know you’re okay with something similar to what happened at Lush happening again. No fucking anyone of the same sex for you this time. I am okay with watching you fuck another woman,” she murmured the words as one of her hands traveled down the length of his chest, causing a low rumble to build in his throat.
“Are you okay watching me fuck someone else, male or female?” The question shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but he felt himself growing harder beneath her.
He gripped her hips, pulling her farther down on his lap while he lifted his hips up—making her feel his hardness. Her eyes widened, causing Jax to chuckle. “Yeah, I think I want to see that, but what I really want is me, you, and another guy.” Jax brought his face closer to hers. Her breath was coming out in short, choppy bursts.
“I want that too,” she whispered as she rocked into him. “Safe words. Um…,” she let out a breath, her body moving on its own as she continued to rub herself against his length, “wait, um…yes. We need safe words. We need a word that lets each other know we need to stop immediately. That we’re no longer into whatever we’re doing—we changed our mind about something or are feeling uncomfortable.”
“Red. What else?” Jax thought the color choice was easy and simple enough to remember. Jax’s hands moved to the front of Raven’s jeans and made quick work of opening them up. Raven leaned farther back on his laps to give him better access as he dove inside her pants, not surprised to find her without underwear on and already soaking wet.
Raven let out a throaty moan when his fingers pressed against her clit. Her nails dug into the couch arm as she rocked into his hands. “What else, Raven?” Jax coaxed as he wrapped his mouth around her breast through her thin shirt.
“We need…um…we need something that lets us both know it’s okay to engage in what’s been presented to us. If it’s something we haven’t thought to discuss before we get to the party.”
Raven’s hips bucked against Jax’s hand, and he could tell she was close. He wanted her to cum around his dick, but there wasn’t enough time, especially the way Raven’s hips increased pace.
Jax lifted his head, watching the sparks dance in her golden eyes, and just as Raven was ready to nose dive off of whatever cliff she was straddling, Jax thought of the perfect word. “Fly,” he whispered, just as she came around his fingers.
He watched Raven wrap her lush lips around the head of his cock. A wicked gleam teased her eyes behind thick eyelashes as she stared up at him like she held all the power, and that only made him harder for her. He felt the flick of her tongue on the underside of the tip of his cock and he groaned, her name a soft prayer torn from his throat. His hips jerked forward on their own, and it pushed him farther into Raven’s welcoming mouth. He swore this is what heaven must have felt like, and a dark chuckle spilled from his lips when he realized the person who brought him to these gates he’d condemn for her sins.
The sound of a car horn blaring behind Cruz jolted him out of the reoccurring fantasy he had playing on his mind. It took him only a second to realize that the light had turned green, and his car was still sitting idle in front of it. He threw his blinker on and quickly pulled over so he was out of the way of traffic. He gripped his steering wheel, and his breathing was choppy as the image of Raven on her knees before him played over and over in his mind.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Cruz? You don’t even like her.” His empty words echoed in the space around him. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling like he was suffocating in the heat that coated his skin, despite the autumn chill in the air that felt closer to a winter’s night.
He looked at his passenger seat, staring at the invitation and the mask he had picked up. He decided to change the one that had been sent to him along with the invitation. It was gold like Raven’s eyes were when the light hit them. When he bought it, he hadn’t made the connection to her; he just liked the way it looked on his face with his new suit. Now he was second-guessing his choices—in this mask and in attending this party.
Cruz wasn’t sure Raven would even be there, but what if she was? Could he handle watching her fuck Jax or whatever they were into? He didn’t need any help picturing the way she looked when she climaxed, and going to this party would only add fuel to his already active imagination.
“Why are you tormenting me?” Cruz asked, rubbing his hand down his face—wishing that would get Raven out of his system.
Since the day of the accident, something shifted inside of him. He refused to admit to himself that his attraction to her had been there the moment he met her. The wild songs her body had called out to him had gone unanswered even before Jax told him he asked her out. He would never voice it to himself—to anyone—that she had been under his skin like a sickness he never could shake.
He used his annoyance that he couldn’t get rid of her—rid of the sound of the call she shouted out to him—and turned it into anger. If he hated her—if they bickered and fought, he could push her into this little box of people he hated.
Cruz let that anger fester but since it hadn’t been rooted in actual hate, it had grown roots and dug deep into a part of his soul he couldn’t reach to remove her, and now he was fantasizing about fucking his best friend’s woman.
Anyway he could get her.
His phone buzzed, and he was grateful for the distraction. If he sat here any longer thinking about the sin Raven enticed, he’d find his cock in his hand on the side of the road, jerking himself off until he came.
Cruz let a long breath slip past his lips as he pulled out the phone from the center console seeing Greyson’s name pop up. He opened the message, reading what he already knew—half of the people on Raven’s list all had an alibi for the murder that took place at Lush. Cruz didn’t respond; he threw his phone back into the center console and put his blinker back on. He slowly slid back into traffic, knowing he couldn’t sit on the side of the road indefinitely—though some part of him really wished he could—this case wasn’t going to solve itself.
Cruz prayed that once he solved this case, whatever this uncontrolled chaos he felt coursing through his body for Raven would disappear, and he could put her back in the box of people he disliked—and did not want to fuck.
The temptation will always be there, and the best way to stop temptation is to give into it.
Cruz groaned, ignoring the taunting voice in his head that felt like it was coated in a wickedness that was meant to seduce. He put all his focus on where he was going—though he knew this route by heart now. He’d driven to the Murray home about a million times in between, working on cases since he’d gotten the invitation. He still didn’t know who sent it or why, and every time he drove to the Murray home he’d been tempted to knock on their door and find out, but he didn’t. A small part of him had been curious about what went on behind those walls, though he would never admit it out loud. His views on sex didn’t include a party of four or with strangers.
Nope, just you with your best friend’s woman.
Cruz took the next right, knowing the Murray home was just at the end of the block. It also happened to be the biggest home on the block—a mini mansion amongst the modest homes in Ivywood. The house had a huge front yard and a long driveway that led into what Cruz assumed was a garage. There were big bay windows in the front, and Cruz panicked for a second wondering if whatever happened in this house would be on display for neighbors when he pulled up and saw the curtains were pulled back.
He pulled into a parking spot, parking behind a black truck. He did a double take when he thought the license plate resembled his, but his mind had flipped all the letters at first glance. His plate read JFN-3708 and what was in front of him was NJF-0739. It was too much to hope Cruz would have gotten lucky and found the car that tried to run Raven off the road.
Cruz grabbed his mask, putting it on, and pocketed the invitation before turning the car off. He didn’t see anyone else walking toward the house, and he hoped he wasn’t ridiculously early. He wanted to blend in tonight, even though he wasn’t sure if he could. Between his height and ‘fish out of water’ look, there would be a spotlight on him.
Before Cruz reached the front door, it swung open. A guy in a suit and white mask stood at the entrance, dwarfing Cruz by several inches. The guy looked like he was a linebacker for the NFL, and Cruz felt marginally better, knowing if anything happened tonight, they’d have to get through this giant.
“Invitation and ID.” The guy held out his hand, and Cruz handed him what he was sent and quickly pulled out his wallet to grab his ID. He looked it over before handing it back to Cruz. He stepped out of the way, allowing Cruz to enter through a long hallway before a beautiful female in a blue dress and black mask that covered only half of her face stopped him.
