Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) (10 page)

A
s I pulled
up into the parking lot of Jonathan’s gym, I couldn’t believe that I had actually agreed to go with him. Only weeks after I had broken it off with Sean, I was already getting involved with someone else. However, it was so easy for me to accept Jonathan as a friend because I already knew that he wasn’t looking for a commitment. He wasn’t going to tell me he loved me one day and then drop a bombshell on me the next. Jonathan didn’t want a relationship, and neither did I. It was the perfect situation to get my mind off what had happened between Sean and me.

As I began to park my car, I spotted Jonathan by the door, greeting people. He seemed like he was very popular with his customers. Many of them already knew him by name, as I had observed during my latest visits to the gym. I wondered how I hadn’t met him as the owner over the past month. Maybe I hadn’t been paying attention. I grabbed my handbag and got out of the car and started walking towards Jonathan. He saw me right away and met me halfway in the parking area.

“Hi,” he greeted me and then gave me the once over. “You look great! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before.”

“Just my workout wear and slacks, right? Thanks for the compliment.”

“You looked hot at the nightclub. Or were you too drunk to remember that night?”

I shrugged. “Oh, I remember that
whole
night.”

“Well, sounds like you can hold your liquor better than I can. Let’s take my car.” He gestured towards an area on the other side of the parking lot. He led me towards a silver Ford Mustang. He held the door for me to let me in then went around the other side, got in, and started up the car.

“Thanks for coming with me. I went last year by myself and discovered that everyone else had a date or came with a group of other people. This year, I’ll have the prettiest woman at my side.”

I smiled. “Thanks for the compliment, but that almost sounds as if you’re using me, you know, kind of like who has the best-looking girl on their arm or something.”

“I’m not using you. I want your company today. But, yes, to tell you the truth, you will be the best-looking girl there.”

“We’ll see. I hope you’re not disappointed when you get there and we have to leave because I don’t live up to your prediction,” I teased.

“That won’t happen.” He shook his head as he backed out of the parking lot.

“So, what do you do, Jonathan, besides manage your gym?”

“I actually own two gyms. The one you go to and another on the south side of Atlanta, so I’m back and forth between them. I’m the owner and the general manager of both. I also work with a small company here in Atlanta as a systems administrator.”

“I see. So, you’re a busy man, huh?”

“Hardly.” He smiled. “What’s your profession?”

“I’m a secretary.”

“Okay.”

“You’re probably thinking how boring that is, but I’ve had a couple setbacks recently. I finally made the decision to get my shit in order and not let anything else stand in the way of my career goals.”

“Well, good,” he said, turning onto the interstate. Then he looked at me and asked, “Do you have to leave at a certain time?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Well, I don’t want to keep you all day. I know you have a man and stuff, so I didn’t want him to get jealous.”

I turned to look at him and said, “You told me that my man wasn’t of any concern to you, so why are you worried about him now?”

“No, I’m not concerned about him, I’m just concerned about you. I don’t want to keep you if you’re ready to go.”

“Oh, well, I’ll let you know.”

I wasn’t going to tell him anytime soon that I was no longer in a relationship. I didn’t want to get his hopes up where he would change his mind about just being friends. I liked it this way.

When we arrived at the convention, it took us twenty minutes to find parking because the parking garages reserved for it were already packed. Jonathan greeted a few people that he knew from somewhere or another, paid the entrance fee, and led me by the waist into the building where the convention was held. There were stations placed strategically throughout the building, and the entire place was buzzing with conversation.

Jonathan squeezed me into his side and whispered into my ear, “Let’s walk over to the fitness area. I’m looking for some new equipment to put in the men’s and ladies’ section of my gyms. You can help me choose.”

We began walking and he led me to the section that he was talking about. Jonathan was right, almost everyone was walking around as a couple or in a group. Only a few were walking around by themselves. Almost everyone I saw was extremely fit, too skinny, or looked like a body builder, both women and men.

As if reading my mind, Jonathan answered my unasked question. “Most of the people who come to these conventions are extreme health and fitness gurus. Some of them own gyms, or fitness and dance studios throughout Georgia, as well as other states. This is their chance to get a hold of a product or concept that hasn’t yet been put on the market to the general public yet.”

Jonathan walked up to a booth and was greeted by a man who was marketing weights and exercise equipment. As the man instructed his assistant to demonstrate to Jonathan how the equipment worked, I kind of tuned out for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder what Sean was doing right then. Was he at his investment property making a sale? Was he out scouting another property to flip and make a profit on? How long would it take for him to forget about me and move on? I knew too well that he wouldn’t have any problems finding someone new with his good looks. And to top it off, sex with him was addictive. That was the one thing I wasn’t too happy about giving up.

“Karlina, what do you think about this one?”

I turned to look at the equipment. “Well, it looks as though both men and women could use this easily, so you shouldn’t have any problems with wasting any money. Also, I see that there is a good range of weights to choose from when using it. You’re not limited to two or three sizes, like most other machines like this one.”

Jonathan smiled and looked at the man. “To tell you the truth, we just arrived. Before I make the final decision, I want to see what else is out there.”

“I can understand that. But you won’t find one that does everything that this one does. If you happen to come across any, swing back by here and I’ll see about getting you a better offer.”

“Sounds good.”

Jonathan and I walked to another station where we taste-tested a few energy drinks. Almost two hours later, we were both exhausted and hyper at the same time over all the energy drinks and food supplements that we had tasted along the way. Jonathan had managed to consult with vendors about purchasing three new pieces of fitness equipment for each gym and had an appointment next week with a vendor about adding a section in the gym to offer energy drinks and nutritional smoothies.

When we were outside the door, I said, “My feet are killing me. You better be glad I like you just a little bit.”

“Oh…I’m so sorry,” he said, “I’ll rub your feet when we get in the car. I hope this doesn’t discourage you from going anywhere with me again.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t think I’ll ever agree to go anywhere with you again.”

“Oh, yeah?” He stopped, and before I could protest, he’d picked me up in his arms in one sweep. “Well, I guess I’ll have to carry you around everywhere I want you to go, then.”

I giggled. “Jonathan, put me down before you drop me.”

“I won’t drop you,” he said, continuing to walk towards the parking garage with me in his arms. “I promise.”

“I won’t let you carry me all the way to your car,” I said, kicking my legs.

“It’s not that far,” he said. “Besides, how much do you weigh, ninety pounds?”

“No, silly. I weigh much more than ninety pounds. I would be stick-skinny if I weighed ninety pounds.”

“You smell good, too.” He leaned forward and pressed his nose into my neck.

I giggled in response as his nose lightly touched my skin.

“Ticklish, huh?”

I nodded.

He leaned forward again and moved his nose back and forth across my neck.

I laughed out loud, trying to escape from his arms.

“You’re attracting attention,” he whispered.

I looked up just as we passed a group of people walking in the opposite direction. “You’re the one tickling me.”

We finally made it to the parking garage entrance and he carried me into the elevator.

“Where else are you ticklish?” he whispered into my ear.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Are you gonna let me find out?”

“No.”

“Feet feel better?” We walked out of the elevator towards his Mustang.

“Not really, the arches still hurt. But I’ll be okay,” I said and then I turned to look at him and asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m really hungry.” When we got to his car, he used one hand to open the driver side door while still holding me in his arms. “It’s a little late for lunch, but there are some places we can still have a nice meal, if you want. But first, let’s take care of your feet.”

He pulled up the driver side seat and placed me gently on his back seat.

“Yes, I would like some lunch,” I said. “But, what are you doing?” Surely, he didn’t mean for me to sit in the back seat of his car.

“Can I give you a foot massage?”

“Well…”

“I promise you’ll like it. I’m also a licensed massage therapist. I’m sure you’ll feel better afterward.”

He got in the backseat with me and I scooted so that my back was resting against the other side of his car. He had already reached for my feet and was pulling my shoes off.

“Oh, really? Like at the spa kind of massage?”

“Even better…”

He knelt between my legs and placed both feet on either of his thighs and began massaging my ankles. His hands were really soft and gentle against my skin. It felt so relaxing.

“That feels so good.”

He began gently kneading my heels with the palms of his hands and fingertips. “Relax,” he whispered softly.

I closed my eyes and relaxed just as Jonathan instructed. All of a sudden, I forgot about the pain in my feet and was focused on the relaxing massage he was giving me.

“Your feet are so soft.” He was rubbing the bottom while moving my ankle in small, slow circles. He used his fingers to massage my toes. He stopped, and I could feel him holding my feet up for his inspection. “Your toes are pretty.” He took my right foot in both of his hands and began to knead and massage.

I breathed deeply as he worked.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, my eyes still closed in satisfaction. Next, he took the left foot in his hands and did the same. “Gosh, you look gorgeous with your eyes closed like that,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me with those enchanting green eyes. “You’re enjoying this more than I am, aren’t you?”

“This ‘just friends’ idea we both have may not work out quite the way it’s supposed to. You make me have naughty thoughts that I shouldn’t be having, you know that?”

“Or are you just a naughty boy?” I asked, pulling my feet gently away.

“Oh, no, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling my feet back towards him. I watched as he placed one foot on his chest and lifted the other up to his mouth to place small kisses from my heels to my toes.

“Jonathan, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Making sure you don’t feel any more pain,” he mumbled.

“Well, I don’t.”

“You sure?” he asked, licking my toes.

“Jonathan…I—foot massages usually don’t include kissing the feet. Do you do this every time that you—”

“No,” he interrupted me. “Just yours. You seem to be comfortable with your feet. And they just look so good.” He lifted my other foot and licked those toes, as well.

He looked as if he were enjoying every moment of it. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that he was extremely turned on by it.

“Jonathan—”

“I’m sorry. I have a foot fetish.” He smiled, teasingly.

“Are you kidding?”

He shook his head. “I am so not kidding.”

“That’s okay. At least, you’re honest. That was the best massage I’ve ever had.”

He smiled and reached for my heels and placed them back on my feet. “Where do you want to go for lunch?”

“A sandwich shop, maybe. Someplace where I can get something light. Maybe, Mr. Fitness Guru?”

“Okay,” He helped me out of the back of the car and into the passenger seat.

We had a short lunch at the deli at my request. After the light meal, Jonathan pulled up beside my car at the gym. “Thank you for agreeing to come along with me. I had a great time with you.”

“I had a great time, as well.”

“Will you at least give me a call? I’m not that bad as a friend, am I?”

“No, you’re not so bad. See you on Monday?” I had been referring to my regular night at his gym.

“You know I’ll be here.”

Before getting out of the car, I leaned in towards him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks again for the massage.”

As I walked towards my car and got in, I felt happy again for the first time since that dreadful night weeks ago.

I
put
on a pair of diamond earrings that my mother had bought for me for Christmas. It was Friday night, and I was getting ready for my night out. With Jonathan, of course. He’d invited me to a nearby bar to play a few games of pool with him. Even though I wasn’t much of a pool player, I agreed to go out with him anyway. I was getting tired of spending weekends at home by myself. I had called Jonathan once after our outing at the convention. He stayed as busy as I did between his two gyms and his regular part-time job, but finally called me on Friday morning while I was at work to invite me out tonight.

My cell phone rang and I ran over to the living room to grab it from my coffee table. Before looking at the caller id, I answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, Karlina.” It was Sean.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“I’m well.” How many times would he call to say sorry? How many dozen roses would he have delivered to my office and my condo before he gave up?

“I haven’t talked to you in almost three weeks. I know you don’t want to hear this again, but I really miss you.” When I didn’t say anything, he continued, “Why won’t you let me see you?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to see me if we are no longer dating.”

“What about as friends?”

“I don’t have friends who are liars.”

“Karlina, why are you making this so hard on me?”

“Sean, when I met you, all you had to do was tell me that you had just come out of a serious relationship. Instead, you brushed it off as nothing.”

“If you are referring to Jessica and me, then that was not a serious relationship. I told you that we messed around a few times, but she obviously had more love for me than I did for her. It started out as professional between Jessica and me.. At that time, it took me a long while to give in to her sexual advances. Finally, I did. But, that was way before I met you, Karlina.”

“Why was it so hard to tell me that when I asked you when we met that day at your property?”

“I told you why. Jessica is part of a past I want to forget.”

“What about when she told you that she wanted you and you kissed her?”

I heard him breathe frustratingly over the phone. At the same time, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Jonathan. “Can you hold a minute?”

“Okay.”

I placed the phone face down on the kitchen counter and went to go get the door.

“Hey, sexy!” Jonathan was standing on the other side.

“Come in.”

“Nice place you got here. How much does a crib like this run?” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“Thanks. Have a seat.” I started walking over to pick up the phone and say goodbye to Sean.

“You got something to drink?” Jonathan asked, following me into the kitchen. He was so close to the phone I knew that Sean had heard him. I held up my index finger to my lips and then pointed to the phone.

“Oh!” Jonathan said, quietly.

“Hello?”

“Yes, I’m still here.”

“Look, I was just headed out the door when you called.”

“Who was that man in the background?” So, he had heard Jonathan.

I walked into my bedroom for some privacy from Jonathan. “Look, he’s a friend of mine.”

“You got a new boyfriend?”

“No, he’s not my boyfriend, just a friend.”

“So, it’s like that, huh? As soon as you get a break from me, you’ve already got a boyfriend to replace me.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Oh, really. So, you wanna play that game?” he continued, and I could tell he was getting angry.

“What game? I’m not about to play any games with you. It’s over between us, Sean? What do you expect?”

“Okay, fine. Now, I have my confirmation that it’s over. That is all I needed. If you have already moved on, then I will move on, as well, with no problems.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, with no problems? I’m sure you won’t have any problems with Jessica offering you her pussy so freely every time she sees you!”

“I’m not interested in Jessica. Besides, she’s not the only one offering me pussy so freely.”

“Get over yourself, you arrogant bastard. Do you want me to be jealous? Because I’m not.”

“No, I’m just letting you know that if you’ve moved on, then I don’t have any problems with doing the same.”

“It’s not a competition. There is no race to the finish line. I told you that the night I broke it off with you and I meant it.”

“Okay. Goodbye, Karlina.” He hung up the phone.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and mentally counted to ten. Anything to keep myself from blowing up and throwing the cell phone across the room.

I walked out into the living area and Jonathan was seated on my couch, thumbing through a copy of a magazine.

He looked up when I came out. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t cause any problems, did I?”

“Oh, what do you care?”

“You’re right, I don’t care. I want you all to myself.”

“You wanted a drink?” I asked, walking over to my kitchen.

“Uh-huh. Ice water.” He nodded, turning to the next page in the magazine.

As I poured him a glass of ice water, I shouted back to him in the living room. “You’re driving, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I can. Why?”

I walked over to him and handed him the ice water. “I need a drink too. And I don’t mean ice water.”

“Sure. I’ll be your designated driver tonight.” He downed the glass of ice water in about five seconds. “Under one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re all mine tonight. No cell phones, no boyfriend calling. All mine.”

“You won’t have anything to worry about. I’ve already taken care of that.”

I grabbed my purse and we were out the door.

When we arrived, I immediately ordered a strong mixed drink. I sat next to the table and watched Jonathan play one game of pool with a group of guys. The bar was filled with mostly males, but there was also a handful of females making me feel more comfortable with my surroundings. After the guys had left, Jonathan motioned for me to come over to join him.

“Wanna play?”

“Sure. I think the object of the game is to hit as many balls in the hole with this one, right?”

Jonathan laughed. “Right.” He began racking up the balls in the center of the table.

“You break, okay?” Jonathan handed me a stick.

“Sure.” I placed the stick on the table.

“Baby, let me show you how to hold the stick, all right?”

He moved behind me and placed his hands on top of mine and moved them. “Now, you wanna look down the line of the stick and hit right here for a nice firm break…”

“Okay.”

He moved away from me and watched as I hit the ball where he instructed to break the triangle.

“Good, you got two, so it’s still your go.”

I tried to hit another ball in a hole, unsuccessfully. “Shoot!” I exclaimed.

“That’s okay. With practice, you can be good.”

When the waitress came back by, Jonathan ordered me another drink. By the time I was done with my second drink, I was already feeling the effects. I asked Jonathan to order me another.

“You sure?” he asked

“I’m fine,” I lied, nodding my head.

Jonathan racked up another set of balls and made the break to get the game started.

When it was my turn, I bent over the pool table to make a shot. I must have already been out of it because I missed the ball altogether.

“Almost,” Jonathan said. “Let me help you.” He placed his arms around me and put his hands over mine as he had done before.

Without thinking, I moved back into him until my ass was touching the front of his pants. He moved back a little and said, “If you do that again, I’ll take that as an invitation.”

“Do what?” I asked as he used my hands to make a shot in one of the corner pockets. “This?”

I moved my behind into his groin again. This time, the bulge was larger, confirming his excitement.

“Karlina…”

We both stood up straight and I turned around so that he was really close to me. We were so close that my breasts were pressed up against his chest. “I’m just giving you what you asked for. Me, all to yourself.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, I do want you to myself, but…”

“But, what?”

“You’re taken.”

“That never stopped you before.”

“Are you sure about this?”

I reached up and smoothed my hand up his chest to the side of his neck. “You wanted the pussy, Jonathan. I’m offering it to you now, no strings attached, just like you want it,” I whispered.

“Karlina, you’re drunk.”

“I know.”

“Let’s go have a seat,” he said, pulling my hands from his neck and holding on to one of them. He placed both sticks on the table and led me toward a different part of the pool hall, away from our unfinished game of pool.

We sat side by side in a booth area behind the bar and close to the back. “Karlina, I like you a lot, but I know you’re drunk, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

“Okay, Jonathan,” I said. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then downed the last few swallows of my drink.

All that was left was a cherry and the ice. Jonathan was looking at the empty glass, as well. He seemed hopeful.

I picked up the cherry by the stem and held it up to Jonathan. “Want it?”

Jonathan leaned forward and the cherry disappeared between his lips. His lips were smooth and sexy. As if reading my mind, Jonathan pulled my face towards his and bent in to kiss me. At first, he just kissed me lightly, and then began to suck on my lips gently. He coaxed my mouth open and thrust inside. Our tongues intertwined with each other as we kissed anxiously.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this,” Jonathan mumbled. Did he regret kissing me? Why?

“What are you afraid of?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Okay, whatever.”

“Karlina, I wanted to tell you something. Let’s get out of here and go somewhere less noisy.”

“Okay.” I grabbed him by the hand and we walked out of the bar.

When we were in the car, I invited him back to my place. Whatever he wanted to tell me must not have been really important because he was quiet the whole way there.

“Want something to drink?” I asked, pulling off my heels as we got into my condo.

“Yeah. Ice water.”

I walked over to the kitchen and made him ice water, then poured myself a cranberry juice and vodka. I felt so good, and I didn’t want anything to ruin how I felt.

When I handed him the water, he said, “Did you just make yourself another drink?”

“Yes.” I took a sip and sat down next to him. I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Jonathan? You know how you keep telling me that you don’t care about my man?”

“Yes.” He turned and gave me his undivided attention.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m no longer in a relationship.”

“What?” He looked confused.

“I broke up with my boyfriend the night we saw each other at the club.”

“W-Why?” He didn’t seem too happy about it. I took another sip of my drink.

“We had a big argument. You’re not happy?”

“No. No, I mean…I’m happy. I just thought maybe you got rid of him because of me.”

“Well, not exactly. But now that he’s gone, you don’t have to worry about anyone.”

Finally, he looked at me and smiled. It was the smile that I was used to. I placed my drink on a side table then lifted myself up on my knees and straddled his thighs. I was now face-to-face with him, staring into his enchanting green eyes. I leaned in and began placing small kisses against his lips and face. He lifted my chin and kissed me on the neck. I arched my back and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. He moved his hands up to caress my bare skin under my tank top. His hands were all over me. On my back, on the nape of my neck, down inside my jeans, on my stomach, and on my hips. He felt me as if it were his first time touching a woman’s body. He reached under my tank top again and skillfully unhooked my bra in the back. Under my tank, he reached up and squeezed one breast in his hand. I lifted my shirt up over my head, slid my bra down my arms, and watched his eyes as they moved over my breasts.

“What is it that you wanted to tell me, Jonathan?” I asked.

“Not a thing.” Both his hands were rubbing at my breasts. “Not a damn thing,” he mumbled. He lowered his head and suckled my breast softly at first and then more aggressively.

“You like that?” I whispered into his ear.

“Yeah.”

“This is an invite, Jonathan.”

“I know. And I’ve just accepted. Get out of those jeans and let me show you why I got a license in massage therapy.”

“Let’s go to my room.”

He picked me up while I was straddling him then walked into my bedroom and lay me on the bed. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled everything down my legs in one slide. “Turn over.”

I obeyed his instructions. I felt his soft hands on my shoulders and back, massaging and kneading aches away that I never knew existed. “Ooooo, Jonathan, that feels really good.”

He had moved from my back to my waist area. It felt so relaxing that I could almost fall asleep. “Harder or softer,” he asked.

“Softer,” I responded.

He had just reached my ass, and he moved his hands softly over my curves, squeezing my cheeks softly in his hands. Then something softer replaced his hands. He used his lips to place small kisses on my neck, back, waist, and ass. “Turn around so I can look at you.”

When I turned around, he leaned forward and kissed me. My core was aching and ready to explode. He sensed this when I moved my pelvis up to meet his. He started again by massaging my breasts and placing small kisses around the areola before sucking the nipples. Then he moved even lower to my abdomen and pressed my muscles with the palms of his hands, softly, causing a hundred butterflies to accumulate in my stomach. His hands were so dangerously close to my aching center. When he reached my pelvis, I almost bucked off the bed. He bent over and placed little kisses on my pelvis area and on the mound above my core. I was shaking in anticipation by now. He used two fingers to find my clit and moved it around in circles. By this time, he had knelt down and was looking at me, observing every response and moan that each stroke brought forth. He slid the same two fingers into my wet opening, stroking slowing. He used his free hand to massage my pelvis area. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and looked me in the eyes as he licked my juices off. He pushed the fingers back into my opening and finger fucked me. This time, his fingers went deeper and stroked harder. I closed my eyes and began to breathe heavily as his fingers worked their magic.