Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) Read online

  “Yeah…” I replied. We had just arrived at his condo, but I was so caught up in the view of the cityscape that I barely heard him.

  I walked up close to the glass and looked outside. There was only one hour before sunset, and the view was just gorgeous.

  “I’m gonna go shower and change.” He kissed me on the cheek and disappeared behind another door, which was probably the bedroom or bath.

  While he was gone, I filled a glass of water to drink and then picked up a few magazines from his coffee table, most of which were motorcycle and car related. There was also a stack of papers sitting on the tabletop. I couldn’t help but glance over to read the words on the top page. It appeared to be a check for a little over fifty stacks paid to the order of Sean Brooks from a modeling agency. I couldn’t believe that he just kept that much money lying around without depositing it. Maybe he was one of those guys that had more money than he knew what to do with. High-profile, indeed. And it was no wonder he wasn’t into long-term relationships, just like he’d said. I wondered just how many women had dated him in the past just because he had money. Loads of it, apparently. Just lying around.

  I picked up a magazine and flipped through a couple of pages. He came out of his bedroom, wearing a sleeveless tank and sweats. And, of course, his cologne, which had me wanting to do all sorts of naughty things to him.

  “Would you like something else to drink? I have other things besides water, you know.”

  He joined me on the couch.

  “No, thanks. I’m fine at the moment.” My eyes dropped to the un-cashed check, and suddenly, I wished I had never seen it. I wasn’t a gold digger by any means, but the money could not be unseen.

  “I thought maybe we could go to a jazz festival later on. It doesn’t start until later tonight. Of course, if you’d rather I take you home, I don’t mind. Or we could take my brother up on his dinner offer. But to be honest, I want you all to myself,” he said.

  “No, I want to stay right here with you. You’ve impressed me enough already today. I don’t have any other place that I’d rather be,” I said, running my fingers through my hair and smiling at him. “Plus, we haven’t seen each other since last Saturday. I want every little minute with you.”

  “If you’d like to change into something more comfortable, we can walk across the street to pick something up for you. There’s a nice outlet there.”

  “I’ll be fine. No need for that…..but, you know, I could use a nice bath after all that riding around. I feel kind of dirty sitting next to your nice, clean skin.” I used that excuse to drag my hand up underneath his shirt to touch his chest.

  His eyes widened. “I can make that happen…right away.”

  “You mean here? Right now. I actually meant back at my place.”

  “Why not here? I promise that I won’t bother you,” he said, and before I could say another word, he followed with, “Wait right here.”

  He disappeared into his bedroom again.

  My mind and body were on two different levels. I wanted to move forward with Sean, but then I didn’t. What did I want from him?

  A while later, Sean emerged again. “Your bath is ready. Everything you need should be set up in the bathroom. If you want anything extra, please shout.” He gestured for me to come towards him. I got up and he led me to his bathroom. The Jacuzzi tub was huge, bigger than the one in my condo. Sean had lit some candles and placed them alongside the back of the tub. He had also placed several red rose petals in the water, which were now floating in the bubbles. “Everything you need is here,” he said, gesturing towards a bathrobe, bath sponge, and some other items he had laid out on the countertop.

  “Oh…you didn’t have to do all of this, but thanks.” I blushed.

  “Just shout if you need me. I’ll order some takeout and we can hang out by my window since you like the view so much.”

  He backed out and closed the door.

  I was almost breathless. I heard him walk away and out of his bedroom. I also heard television sounds after a while in the background. I felt content that he wasn’t trying to trick me and planning to come back into the bathroom unannounced. I undressed and placed my clothes and undies over a towel rack. I picked up the bathrobe and put it on. It was almost three times my size and swallowed me up. I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and tested the water temperature with my index finger. It was hot, just the way I liked it.

  I hadn’t brought an extra hair clip in my bag, and I didn’t want to ruin my hair while in the bath so I looked around in the bathroom for something to pull my strands up.

  I got up and opened one of Sean’s vanity drawers. Shaving cream, razor, cotton balls. I opened the next drawer. Cologne, lotion, body oil.

  I felt guilty after only a few seconds, so I stuck my head out the door and called out for Sean to help me. Within seconds, he was on the other side of the door.

  “Do you have something like a hair clamp or tie?”

  “I have some rubber bands. In the drawer, under the cabinet.”

  I walked over to the cabinet again and opened the door. I searched through extra rolls of toilet paper and towels and other things. I didn’t see anything resembling a rubber band.

  “I don’t see it!”

  “Can I come in? That’ll probably be quicker.”

  “Okay…Wait.”

  I tied the belt of the robe tighter around my waist..

  Sean opened the door and came through. “I’m sorry. I should’ve thought of that.”

  He found the rubber bands within seconds, but they weren’t where he’d told me to look.

  “You told me they were under the cabinet,” I reminded him.

  “I must have moved them. I knew they were in one of the two places.” He walked towards me with the rubber band in his hand. “May I?” he asked as he stretched the rubber band out with his fingers.

  I sat down on the edge of the Jacuzzi and turned my back towards him so that he had access to my hair. He knelt down beside me and pulled my hair up like a pro, like he’d been dealing with women’s hair for years.

  “Thank you.”

  His hand moved from my hair to the back of my neck, along my spinal column. It was too late to hold back a gasp. I turned slightly, and the robe opened up in the front and fell off my shoulders down to my lap, baring my chest, letting Sean catch a glimpse of my breasts and upper torso. Before I could correct what had happened, his hands went up to my face and he pulled me in for a kiss.

  I reached out, forgetting about the robe and resting my palms on his chest. I had never felt a body so firm beneath my touch. It didn’t take long for his hands to travel down to my breasts, which he massaged gently.

  “I want to kiss you here,” he said softly, rubbing my nipples with his index fingers.

  My nipples grew hard and ached with desire.

  He placed a trail of small kisses on my lips, then down to my chin and neck. His fingers grazed over my nipples again, and he rolled each one gently between his fingers. I gasped as his kisses moved lower to my collarbone.

  “I can’t help it…you’re so beautiful,” Sean mumbled into my chest.

  What was I doing? I couldn’t resist. I leaned back, using the palm of my hands for support and felt his soft lips at the top of my breasts. By now, my entire body was exposed. He kissed all around the areola, teasing and nipping. Finally, he took both breasts in his hands and alternated between each side, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nubs one at a time.

  “Oh, God.” I was coming undone. A surge of pleasure passed through me. “Sean,” I whispered.

  “Yes, beautiful?” he answered, as he began to lick my breasts all over, every inch.

  “I can’t do this…we should stop.”

  He licked the underside of my breast, then down to my abs and stomach, all the way down to my navel. He dipped his tongue down into my belly button and licked and kissed me there. “We should stop, shouldn’t we…but will we? Do you really want me to stop?”

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  He pulled my pelvis closer to his face and kissed my hip and my upper thigh. He swirled his tongue against my skin and along all of my curves. His hands moved to my hips as he kissed my belly and awakened butterflies within my core. My whole body was throbbing and longing for something more. Longing for Sean. All of him.

  “I want to kiss you here, too.”

  With both hands on either side of my hips, he pulled my pussy close to his face. He blew on the insides of my thighs, back and forth on each side, causing my legs to fall open further. He directed a wisp of air at my clit, making me quiver with anticipation.

  He took my clit in his mouth and sucked. I moaned in pleasure as he worked in slow, gentle circles.

  “How about now? Do you want me to stop?”

  He looked up and searched my face for my answer.

  “I…please…” I tried to answer, but it was as if this raging need had paralyzed me.

  He pushed a thick finger into my pussy and thrust in and out.

  “You’re wet. Answer me, want me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t stop,” I heard myself moan. It hurt so good. I needed this release.

  He teased my clit. His fingers worked faster and faster within me. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, sending me onto a different level of ecstasy. He plunged and devoured, pushing me closer and closer to climax.

  When I came, I grabbed the top of his head and held on. We didn’t let go until the last remnants of my orgasm faded away.

  “I can’t believe you—” I started.

  “Believe it,” he said. “And you’re sweeter than I imagined.” He kissed the insides of my thighs again.

  He stood up in front of me, and I could see a huge bulge in the front of his shorts.

  “You’re hard,” I said.

  “I know.” He smiled and backed away. “I want you to enjoy yourself. When you’re done, I’ll have dinner waiting for you.”

  “But…”

  My protest was met by the door closing softly behind him.

  After dinner that night, we snuggled on the couch and watched a movie. Sean must have been dead-ass tired because he fell asleep while I was cradled in his arms. The man had just worked all week in another state, so, of course, he was spent. Not wanting to bother him, I soon followed.

  It was past midnight before he drove me back to the shop to pick up my car.

  8

  Sean called me the next day to tell me that his scheduled business meeting had been postponed, so he wouldn’t have to fly out of town this week after all. We had lunch across the street from my office and then met up again that night. We were on his couch watching a movie again when I turned and asked him, “Some of my work colleagues saw you kissing me after you brought me back from lunch.”

  “Good. So, what did they think of me loving on you,” he asked.

  “Sandra, my work colleague, recognized you. She knows that you’re the Sean Brooks, retired NASCAR driver. She says her husband watches all the time.”

  “I’m not always able to keep my identity a secret.” He turned to me, looking worried. “Did it affect your job there?”

  “No, not at all, but they didn’t know that I had anyone in my life, so they’re kind of happy for me. I guess I’ve been happier lately and they’ve noticed.”

  Sean smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

  “Are you?”

  “Of course. Why would you even need to ask me that?”

  “When I first met you, I thought you were…I don’t know…a bad boy with dangerous ways. I’m glad I got to really know you. The real you.”

  “Well, there’s a time and place for everything. If I want to be bad, I’m bad. If I want to be dangerous, I get dangerous.” He kissed my earlobe and then let his lips trail up and down my neck and along my face.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned. “You’re also a tease.”

  “Really?”

  I nodded. “But that’s okay. I love the way this is moving along.”

  “I aim to keep you happy.”

  “Sean?”

  “Hmm?”

  “What about your last girlfriend, did she enjoy taking things slow?” It was too late to take back my question.

  “I imagine she did.”

  “Were you in love with her, or was she just one of your short-term flings?” I couldn’t help but ask. While we were on the subject, I thought it was time to get personal and go deeper.

  “I loved her. It wasn’t short-term.”

  I swallowed. Sometimes the truth hurt, but there was no point in pretending that I wasn’t the least bit curious.

  “Why aren’t you with her anymore?” I asked.

  “We were never on the same page. Not since day one. She wanted something entirely different than what I could give her at the time. No matter what I did, I could never please her. She always wanted more and compared me to other men that were more successful than I. She grew up rich and had her own money, but she wanted more and more. Her father was that way with her, too. He pushed her all the time. She worked all the time on her modeling gigs, trying to be better than the next best girl at the agency.”

  I sat quietly and listened.

  “I did love her. When she got in trouble with the banks, I lent her money. When she lost her house, I rented her one of mine. When she got arrested while in possession of cocaine, I bailed her out. She knew I had the money and that’s why she stayed with me. I loved her, until eventually, I hated her.”

  “Oh…?”

  “Still want to know more?”

  “If you want to tell me.”

  “I found out she was cheating. I knew it and even had the hard-core evidence. I thought she’d tell me one day, but she never did. I even asked her, and she denied it. The night I broke up with her, she went to the other man, and both of them died in a very bad car accident.”

  “Oh, my God, Sean. I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It happened almost two years ago. I’m over it.”

  “I’m not like that, Sean,” I said.

  “I know, and it’s why I’m afraid to make a mistake with you.”

  “Well, I’m here for you.” I kissed his lips. “You just have to promise to always be straight with me. I don’t know if I have the patience to deal with a man with ulterior motives again.”

  “Ulterior motives?”

  “I had a bad breakup about six months before I moved here. I guess you could say that it was one of the many reasons why I wanted to get away from my hometown.”

  “What happened?”

  “I was dating this guy for almost a year. Ronald and I were members of the same church when we met. Actually, my father introduced me to him. Our relationship got pretty serious to the point where he started talking to my father about asking me to marry him,” I said. “We were doing just fine in our normal relationship where almost everyone who knew us expected us to tie the knot one day. Then, one day, he found out that his ex-girlfriend had been thrown in prison for a crime she’d committed while they were together. He started getting weekly calls from her while she was incarcerated. He claimed that she was adopted and didn’t have any family members to help her out and that’s why she called him so much. He said they were still friends. I was jealous. I do admit that and I wanted her to stop calling him. Even though I was a little bitter, I also had a conscience. I gathered some information on lawyers that might be willing to help out and gave them to him to give to her.”

  “That was considerate, but you didn’t have to do that,” Sean commented.

  “I know. About a month passed, and I thought the situation was over, but during that time, he began growing distant. Our relationship wasn’t the same. I found his cell phone bill one night at his house and discovered that he was still receiving calls from his old girlfriend, so I called it quits with him. I became a hermit and didn’t want to be bothered with anything or by anyone. Weeks later, I was over at my parents’ house for dinner and they asked me wh
y I didn’t bring Ronald. I thought they knew that we weren’t together anymore since weeks had passed without him joining me at church. Little did I know, Ronald had been asking my dad for money for almost three months before and weeks after our breakup, claiming it was to cover the deposit on a diamond engagement ring for me. When I confronted him about it the next day, he admitted that he needed the extra money to send to his old girlfriend. The one in prison. He had lied to both my dad and me.”

  Sean shook his head. “Why would he send money to her if she was in prison? For her lawyer bills?”

  “No. He was sending it to an offshore account to keep her quiet. Not too long after that, he was arrested and charged with the same crime she had been convicted of. Some kind of money scheme, I don’t know. Apparently, they were in on it together. I’m not sure if his girlfriend ratted him out or what, but at that point, I didn’t care. I felt used and I didn’t want anything else to do with him.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  “I try not to be so skeptical of everyone. As time passes, the emotional pain that it caused me fades.”

  “Come here.” He took my hand, lifted me up, and pulled me over to straddle his lap. “I’ll never hurt you like that. I don’t have it in me to do something like that. And besides…I like you a lot. A whole lot.”

  “Sometimes your attitude throws me off.” I moved my sex gently over his arousal. “But I know what I want.”

  “Ever since the day I saw you, I’ve been fascinated with these…” his hands moved from my waist to massage my breasts through my tube top. “So perfect.”

  He moved in to kiss my neck and collarbone. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the emotions beginning to rush over me. He kissed my nipples through the cloth and I could feel them immediately respond and harden.

  He pulled my tube top down to my waist and revealed my bare breasts. He licked at my nipples and squeezed gently with his palms. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from crying out.

  He stood up with my legs still wrapped around his waist and lay me down on his leather couch. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, lifted my hips upward, and pulled the denim down to my ankles. He carefully removed my pumps, and then freed me from my jeans. He lifted my feet and kissed me along my legs, calves, and ankles.