Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) (6 page)

S
ean called
me later on that night, just as I was getting comfortable under the covers.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting ready for bed. Just got home like two hours ago,” I said groggily. The extra work and gym time had really gotten to me.

“Oh, where were you this evening?”

“Work and then the gym.”

“Oh. My agent emailed me the stats on a property that I’m really interested in buying and I think I’m going to move forward with it. Inspector identified a few problems, like old plumbing and mold down in the basement. But nothing I haven’t handled before or can’t handle now. I had my assistant get the comps in the area, and overall, it looks like a winner.”

“Good for you. So, you’re going to purchase it fairly soon?”

“Yep, papers are already in the works. I’ll be back Wednesday like I promised. I’m meeting a contractor that evening to go over some work to get started on the fix up. I’m shooting for a total renovation and resale in less than two months.”

“You are on a roll,” I said. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, but you inspire me. Can’t wait to see you Wednesday.”

When we finally got off the phone with each other, I bundled up in my silk sheets and fell fast asleep, thinking about Sean.

O
n Wednesday after work
, Sean picked me up at my home. He greeted me with a half dozen roses and a kiss. This time, the roses were red.

“Sean, these are beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“We won’t be out long. We’ll grab something to eat before it gets too late.”

When we arrived at the house, the contractor’s truck was already there; it appeared that he was already inside the house.

“My subcontractor’s name is Eduardo. He does demolition and general contracting work. He’s been helping me out ever since I started,” Sean said as we got out of the car. “His son and I race sometimes.”

All of a sudden, another car—a flashy, red BMW—pulled up alongside Sean’s. A striking woman with long, jet-black hair and a short, black skirt climbed out of the car. Once she’d straightened, she ran her fingers down the length of her hair and began walking toward us. Her short skirt rode up her long, brown thighs as she approached. By the time she reached us, her skirt was damn near hugging her ass. I couldn’t tell if the chick had gotten lost down the wrong street looking for the nearest nightclub or what.

I frowned.

She grinned from ear to ear. “Hi!”

The black skirt she wore was so tight that I couldn’t imagine that she had any room to move comfortably in it. The top two bottoms of her blouse were unbuttoned, revealing the tops of her extremely huge breasts.

“Hi, Jessica,” Sean said, an unpleasant expression on his face.

“Sean, I know I told you on Monday that I would come earlier to get some pictures and be out of the contractor’s way, but I got busy at the office and, well…I’m here now.”

“Oh, really.” There was a bit of disbelief in Sean’s voice.

There was a brief silence and Jessica said, “Well, don’t be rude, Sean, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”

New friend
. The way she’d said that made me cringe inside. Who was this woman?

“Jessica, this is Karlina. Karlina, this is Jessica,” Sean said quickly.

Jessica held out her hand. “Hi! I’m Sean’s
personal
assistant. I handle all of Sean’s listings and decorating for his investments. I also handle administration work for his rental properties.”

I shook her hand. “Hi?”

Sean’s uncomfortable attitude toward Jessica made me feel uncomfortable, too. It seemed that Jessica handled just about everything for Sean. But why was I just learning about this?

“Well, I’ll be out here taking pictures. Don’t let me hold you up.”

“Jessica, don’t forget the back of the house this time.”

“Sure, Sean.” She smiled and then added, “Anything you want.”

Sean and I walked away, but I turned around again to look at her. To my surprise, she was also looking at me, but this time, she wasn’t smiling. In fact, it looked as though she were sneering. She broke her gaze with me and pretended to look down in her bag for something.

“How long have you and Jessica been working together?” I asked as we climbed the steps to the front door.

“I’ve had her on retainer for about a year, but I only just recently started acquiring property again.”

“Oh, that’s a long time. She must really do a good job for you, then.” I didn’t think twice about what I said or how I’d said it. After it was out, I realized that it sounded sort of sarcastic. I hoped he hadn’t noticed.

He looked at me, dubiously, as if searching for the real meaning of that statement.

“Sean,” someone called out from inside the house. A man came from behind the door with a measuring tape in his hand. “You made a good choice with this one.”

“Thanks, Eduardo…”

“You want to keep the hardwood floors? They’re in good condition,” Eduardo inquired.

“Yes, all hardwoods will remain in the house.”

As Eduardo and Sean talked about the property, my mind trailed off to what had just happened outside. I turned and looked through the windows. I could see Jessica outside, stumbling across the bumpy lawn in her six-inch heels with a camera pressed to her face. She was clumsy and looked like a complete and utter mess walking around the lawn stumbling because her stilettos punctured the ground with her every step. Who dressed like that to go take pictures of a shabby old house? Everyone else was wearing jeans. Something seemed fishy to me with the way that Jessica acted towards Sean and the way Sean acted as if he wanted to ignore her. As if he had wanted her to disappear. What had gone on between them? Perhaps he wasn’t happy with his assistant’s work?

“Karlina…” I heard Sean’s voice call out to me. I glanced once more at the front yard then walked toward the kitchen area where he was standing.

I stood in front of him with both of my hands tucked into the back pockets of my jeans.

“What were you thinking about over there, huh?” he asked, looking at me carefully, squinting his eyes.

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

He reached up and tucked one of my curls behind my ear. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” I was looking down at the floor, at my heels, anywhere but Sean’s eyes because I knew I was bluffing. I wanted to question him about the apparent connection that he had with Jessica, but I was hesitant.

He captured my waist in one of his arms and pulled me into his chest, persuading me to look at him. He touched his lips to mine and kissed me. At first, he placed small, light kisses on my lips and then the kiss intensified. My mind went blank and I immediately forgot about everything and enjoyed the way his lips felt against mine. He moved his hands from the dip of my waist to my backside and squeezed, pulling me closer into his body. I could feel the bulge in his jeans against the top of my pelvis. Suddenly, a door slammed, and I jerked away from Sean and looked back. Jessica was standing in the doorway, looking at us with her camera hanging down at her side.

“Excuse me for interrupting, but I’m going to get a few pictures of the inside.”

“Thanks, Jessica,” Sean said.

As Jessica took pictures of the living room area, Sean turned his attention back to me and whispered, “When I ask you a question, Karlina, I always want the truth, no matter what, okay?”

I shook my head.

“I’ve never seen you seem so…indifferent like that. If something bothers you, I want you to say something. I’ll do anything you ask me…you only need to tell me.”

“I will.”

W
hen we were
in the car on the way to go get a bite to eat, I finally got the courage to ask him what was on my mind. “How come I get the feeling that you and Jessica were a little tense back there with each other?”

“I don’t know, baby. But tense is not the word. Jessica knows the routine about not getting in the way of the contractors. Actually, she and Eduardo don’t get along too well. I try to let them work apart from each other, but I’m not sure how she got word that it was okay for her to come out there today.”

“Oh.”

“Jessica and I are business partners. She gets paid on a contract basis, just like everyone else that I hire to do work for me. She gets an installment up front to begin, and the final payment is paid when the house sells. So, her goal is to always get a home sold no matter what. The sooner the home sells, the sooner everyone gets paid.”

“Well…I guess it does take a mini skirt and breast implants to sell a home once in a while,” I joked.

“I admit that she does whatever it takes…”

For a moment, I thought that he sounded a little too serious. I wondered what he’d meant by
whatever it takes
.

“Jessica is also the daughter of one of my old team’s sponsors. I hired her when she got laid off. I already knew her and her family.”

So he was just doing her a favor? And I was thinking too much of it.

“Oh,” I said.

It was about money. Everything was about money. I wasn’t certain where I fit in anymore.

W
hen I got home
that night, I checked my voicemail messages and saw that Tasha had left a message about going to a party. It was too late to call her back, but I’d make sure to give her a ring tomorrow.

I looked in the mirror on my vanity at my reflection. I had been missing out on sleep for the past month, staying up at night before bed, dreaming about Sean and the weekends we spent together. As I pinned my hair up for the night, I couldn’t help but think about Jessica again. I hadn’t been pleased to meet her at all. Something about her wasn’t right.

The way she’d sneered at me when Sean was at my side. The way she’d looked at Sean after she had caught us kissing. I was no fool. Jessica had an obvious thing for Sean. I mean, who wouldn’t?

Her body language gave everything away. Her timing was so perfect—the way she’d met Sean and me at the exact same time we’d pulled up at the house. I wondered if Sean knew that his assistant had a crush on him? He didn’t seem to realize it. Either that, or he didn’t care.

“
H
ow about this one
?” Sean asked, picking up a see-through fishnet babydoll as we passed through the lingerie section of the department store.

After mentioning to Sean that I had nothing to wear to the dinner date his brother, Marcus, had invited us on, he’d insisted on buying me something. Now we were in Lenox Mall, cruising the aisles, looking for the perfect dress. Or at least I was.

“Sean! You know I can’t wear that anywhere in public,” I said, smiling. “Come on, put that back.” I reached out and took his hand and we walked over to the section with the formal dresses.

“I like this one,” I said, pulling a red, knee-length, spaghetti strap dress off the rack. “See, it has a black belt that will match your suit,” I added, putting the dress up to my body.

“That’s sexy. I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” I picked my size off the rack. “Let me try this on.” I left him to go to the dressing room. He sat down outside of the room in some chairs located conveniently outside the door as I walked in to try on my new dress.

Good thing I’d brought along a pair of black and red shoes in my tote bag. I’m sure Sean wouldn’t have minded, but I felt weird pinching off him for money to buy clothes.

I pulled the dress over my head then turned around to admire it in the mirror. It was a little big on me around the waist.

I opened the dressing room door. “Sean!”

“Yes?” I heard his voice call out from the door.

“I need a smaller size. Do you remember where those dresses were? Can you get me the next size down?”

“Okay, I’ll try…”

I turned around and took another look at myself in the dress and confirmed that it was a little too big. My time at the gym had been paying off. Either that, or I’d been burning major calories with Sean between the sheets. I grinned, looked at my ass in mirror, and danced around.

“Karlina, I found one.”

“Can you bring it in really quick? I’m undressed!”

He protested. “This is the woman’s dressing room. I can’t come in there.”

“Oh, come on…there’s no one in this dressing room but me. Just come bring it quickly and run right back.”

There was silence, and then he said, “Which dressing room are you in?”

“All the way in the back…the very last one.”

“Oh, my gosh. Are you serious?”

“Come on…we’re wasting time.”

He was quiet again, and then I heard a knock at the door. “Here you go.”

I opened the door to get the dress. “Thanks…”

“I can’t believe that I’m in the lady’s—” he began, but stopped short and turned to look towards the door. “Someone’s coming…”

I gasped, opened the door, and pulled him into my stall.

We were both quiet as we heard some rustling and a door close on the other side of the dressing rooms.

“I can’t believe I’m in here,” he whispered.

“Shhhhh, no one will notice if you be quiet.”

“If they come back here, they can see my feet.”

I looked down. I was barefoot, and he had on dress shoes that most definitely looked like they belonged to a man. I giggled, “No one's coming back here.”

As if he was just noticing that I was naked aside from my panties and bra, he whispered, “Hmmm, you weren’t bluffing when you said you were undressed.” He reached out and caressed my waist.

“Oh! Don’t you dare,” I hissed. “As soon as that lady is gone, you are out of here!” I reached for the dress he’d just brought me and began to take it off the hanger to try on.

He snatched the dress from me and hung it by the straps on the hook on the door. He pulled me closer to his chest and began to kiss my neck.

“Don’t dare do what?” he whispered.

“We can’t do this here,” I whispered back.

“Why not? You said no one’s coming back here,” he teased, touching his lips to mine.

The warmth of his body felt so inviting against mine; his kiss felt so soft and tasted so sweet. Literally.

“Are you still eating those Twizzlers from earlier?” I asked.

“Yeah, they’re my favorite. Next to you, of course.”

A door slammed nearby.

“She’s gone?” he whispered.

“I don’t know…I think so…”

He bent over and looked under the door, checking the floor for all the other dressing rooms across the aisle from us. “She’s gone,” he confirmed.

“Good.” I reached for the dress from the hook. “If we don’t hurry, we’re going to be late for your brother’s dinner.”

He pulled the dress out of my hands again and placed it on the hook behind him this time. Before I could protest, he kissed me again, softly, caressing my back with the palms of his hands. When he undid my bra to reveal my breasts, I didn’t complain. He bent his head to kiss my skin and lick my sensitive nipples.

Without missing a beat, he reached up to hang my bra on the same hook with the dress. My knees were already giving way, weakened from the pleasure overtaking my body.

He reached down the front of my panties and caressed my pussy, rubbing the outside lips.

“Sean,” I gasped.

He ignored me and placed both of his hands on my ass, squeezing it and bringing me closer into his body. “I want you. Now.”

“I know you do.”

He pushed me back farther until my back was pressed up against the wall. I watched as he pulled one of my knees up and placed my foot on the bench beside us. “You don’t mean to…”

“Yes, I mean to…” he whispered into my neck as he fumbled with the zipper of his slacks. One of his hands was still preoccupied, rubbing the front of my panties. When he finally got his belt unbuckled, his pants fell to the floor around his ankles.

“Oh, my gosh. We can’t do this here. Someone will…” I began.

I stopped talking when he lifted my other leg up off the floor, supporting the back of my knee with his hand. I was in a very compromising position and could feel his rock-hard erection probing at my thigh.

He buried his face in my chest, kissing my cleavage. He used his free hand to pull my panties aside and finger my clit. “You’re so wet, baby…”

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“I want you, too, Sean.”

“We have no protection, but I’m clean. I’ll have to pull out.”

“No, I’m clean too and I’m on birth control.”

“You sure? I can please you some other way…” His fingers were playing fiddle with my clit, but I needed something more.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

I let out a sharp gasp when I heard my underwear being torn away from me as if it were made of cheap plastic. I bit my bottom lip to keep from making any more outbursts. Just as I did, he thrust his erection into me in one long, slow motion. I could feel his body tense up as I held him tightly, my nails digging into his back muscles.

“Is this what you want?” he mumbled.

“Oh, yes,” I replied.

He kissed me again, exploring my mouth with his tongue as he pumped harder and faster. He was holding my thighs in his hands, tighter, using all of his strength to try and keep me supported. I felt the pressure building up in my body as his strokes got deeper. The sensations I was feeling made me forget about where we were. At this point, I didn’t give a damn where we were, I was so caught up in the moment, I just didn’t care. All I could do was bite my lips to keep from crying out.

“Baby, I need to come,” he whispered, placing his face in the crevice of my neck, breathing uncontrollably faster.

“Do it,” I whispered back.

He surprised me by lifting my other leg up from off the bench and pushing me against the wall behind us for support. Now, both of my knees were cradled in his arms as he pushed my thighs farther apart with every stroke. As if he couldn’t get enough of me, he began to thrust even deeper with longer strokes. I couldn’t hold my release any longer and felt the ripples consume my body. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his chest. At the same time, I felt his dick throbbing inside me and then felt the urgency of his need when his hot semen flood my core.

I shivered as he released my feet to land on the floor.

“Oh. My. God.” I giggled. “Are you kidding me?”

He grinned. “We didn’t even get caught.” He pulled his slacks up and began to zip himself up.

I put my bra back on. “We should do that more often.”

Sean held up the panties that he had ripped in two. “I guess you won’t be wearing these…”

I snatched them from him and put them in my bag. “We’d better hurry.” I checked the time on my cell phone. “We have ten minutes to get there.” I quickly pulled the dress over my head, careful not to mess up my curls any more than we already had. Sean had taken a seat on the bench, looking at me as he waited.

I looked in the mirror and smoothed the dress over my body. I smiled. Even though the material was form-fitting, the dress wasn’t too tight or too revealing. Though it did feel a little snug on top.

“Perfect,” he said, matching what I was thinking.

I took off the dress, got re-dressed as quickly as I could, and exited the dressing room. We thought we had made it out unnoticed, just as a woman turned the corner and headed into the dressing room, meeting us at the door. The woman stopped in her tracks, looking at us in disbelief. Sean and I made brief eye contact, grinned at each other, then quickened our pace, heading toward the registers. I grabbed a new pair of panties from a rack as we walked past the lingerie section again.

“Hi!” The sales associate smiled. “Did you find everything you needed?”

“Yes, we did,” I replied.

After Sean paid for the items, the lady handed him the sales receipt. “Here’s your receipt. At the bottom, there’s a one eight hundred number you can call to tell our corporate offices about your shopping experience today. If you participate in the survey, you can be entered to win a ten thousand dollar shopping spree.”

“Thanks! Don’t worry,” Sean said. “We had a great shopping experience today. It was the best ever.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing, but Sean couldn’t hold himself together. The sales lady was looking at us like we were crazy. We took each other's hands and walked out of the store.

With no time left to waste, I found the restrooms in the main area of the mall and freshened myself up in one of the stalls before changing into my new outfit and the shoes in my handbag.

Sean had driven one of his sports cars tonight, so he slipped in and out of traffic easily on the way to the restaurant.