Dangerous Temptations

by Kelly Elliott

  For a second Wesley didn’t move, and then he touched my shoulder. “Remember in junior high how I told you and Vickie that I would always be there for you?”

  “Yes.”

  “If you ever need anything, Sydney. I am here for you. Anything.”

  I gave Wesley a hug. “Thank you. You’ve always been someone I could count on. Always.”

  “And I’ll never stop being that person.”

  The afternoon at the clinic dragged on. I lay in bed that evening with a heavy heart. There was going to be a memorial service to Vickie the following Monday evening for close friends and family. Doug and Gladys didn’t think they could bear having a full-blown funeral. I completely understood their position.

  At least the day is almost over.

  Maggie Maye was curled up next to me, snoring softly. So far, no one had come forward to claim her, thank goodness. Since Mike was covering the evening shift for a fellow officer, I’d offered to watch Mags. I also believed Mike wanted some more time to investigate the jump drive’s disappearance. It bothered him that someone had been able to knock out so much security. For a town with a not terribly significant crime rate, it had rocked our community. The police hadn’t found any fingerprints that weren’t supposed to be in the area, which I knew had Mike questioning if there was a dirty cop working in his department.

  My phone rang, and his name flashed across the screen. “Hey.”

  “Hey, how are you doing?”

  I snuggled deeper into bed. “Blah. It’s been a tough day. I’m glad I have Mags with me. She’s been giving me lots of love.”

  “Good. You in bed?”

  That was an odd question. “Yeah, why?”

  “Will you come to your front door?”

  I sat up, a smile instantly on my face. “Officer Murphy, are you on my front porch?”

  “Come find out.”

  I hung up the phone and raced down the stairs. Mags scrambled down in front of me. Peering through the peephole, I saw him standing there dressed in his uniform. Officer McHotty for sure. I opened the door a little. “Good evening, officer. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

  Mags squeezed through the side to get a peek at her dad. “Well, I brought something for my two favorite girls.”

  That squishy feeling had me falling a little harder for Mike Murphy. I opened the door wider and saw that Mike was holding a dozen roses and a rawhide. He knelt to give the rawhide to Mags, who took off to the couch. Mike stood and stared at me, taking me in from head to toe. It was then I remembered I was still in my little cotton nightie that tied at the shoulders.

  “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

  The compliment made my cheeks heat and desire bloom within me at the same time. Mike’s eyes zeroed in on my chest, where I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton, creating an outline against the fabric. Mike walked in and closed the door, setting the flowers on the table.

  “Maybe I should put those in water?”

  He swallowed hard. “Yeah… uhh… maybe.”

  I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the vase from the top shelf. As I filled it with water, I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. Our next sleepover wasn’t going to come fast enough. I wanted—no, needed—to feel him inside me.

  When I turned around, Mike took the vase from my hands and put it on the counter. Then he picked me up, placed me on the counter, and stood between my legs. His hands slowly glided up my legs, which opened wider, inviting him to touch me in the most intimate place. My core throbbed to feel his warmth. My breathing came faster. The moment was intense, and he hadn’t really touched me, yet I felt completely exposed to him.

  Mike’s left hand brushed against my nipple, and I leaned back with a groan. The small touch sent an electrical current through my body. He placed his hand around the nape of my neck and brought my mouth to his. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our tongues danced in savage need. My body took over, my hips rocking ever so slightly against his cock.

  He rolled my nipple between his fingers. Yes. More. Yes. The kiss slowed, and my body cried out in frustration.

  Mike whispered against my lips. “I can’t wait to be inside you, Sydney.”

  “We could just pretend it’s tomorrow. It’ll be our little secret.”

  His thumb brushed over my nipple again, and I shivered in pleasure. “We could, but I want this to be perfect. Tomorrow, I’m going to make you mine, and I don’t plan on letting go. Let me make this special for you, for us.”

  For us. I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay.”

  Mike kissed me one last time. “Sleep well, baby, because tomorrow, it’s you and me.”

  Mike

  I stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce and leaned down to inhale the fragrance of fresh basil, oregano, and thyme. The aroma filled my senses and brought back memories of my childhood.

  My grandmother’s sauce was the best I’d ever had. I’d had to practically bribe my mother for the recipe when I moved to Salem.

  The doorbell rang, and I put the lid on the sauce and grabbed a towel to wipe my hands. Throwing it over my shoulder, I opened the door to the sight of Sydney standing there with a grin, carrying an overnight bag. My eyes swept over her body quickly while a smile spread over my face. She was dressed in a soft pink sundress that matched the pink on her cheeks.

  “You do realize that all the neighbors are probably on the phone right now, spreading the gossip.”

  Sticking my head out the door, I looked to my left but didn’t see Mrs. Nelson outside.

  “As long as Mrs. Nelson isn’t outside, we’re good.”

  “Oh, she was. I spent the last ten minutes explaining to her why I was carrying an overnight bag and heading to your house. I think I just made her more suspicious with all my talk of recipes and cooking supplies. And how the items were too numerous—because you were a bachelor and all—that I had to carry them in my overnight bag, but it really just had things such as a julienne peeler and a melon-baller. I think she knows I’m coming over here for nookie.”

  Laughing, I grabbed Sydney’s hand and pulled her inside my house. When the door shut, I pressed my mouth to hers. We were soon lost in the kiss until Maggie Maye demanded attention from Sydney.

  Sydney slowly withdrew and closed her eyes, inhaling the delicious aroma before bending down to give Maggie Maye some lovins. “What are you making? It smells heavenly.”

  I winked. “My grandmother’s secret sauce with a special type of spaghetti noodle in honor of you, Ms. Burch.”

  “Wow, I’m impressed! What kind is it?”

  “You’ll see. There’s also chocolate cake with raspberry filling topped with a raspberry sauce for dessert. I can’t take the credit for that one, though. It came from Caramel Patisserie.”

  She tipped her head to one side as she looked at me. “I thought we might be having something else for dessert?”

  My cock jumped in my pants. “You are the grand finale.”

  She blushed. “I hope I live up to the expectations. That’s a lot of pressure.”

  I leaned down and kissed her quickly once more. “Trust me, I’m going to make sure you see fireworks tonight. More than once.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips, and I was pretty sure she let out a soft moan.

  “I have some wine over there. Pick one out if you have a favorite.”

  Sydney stared at me for a few moments. I wanted to laugh because I knew there had to be some crazy thoughts running through her head.

  Finally, she snapped out of her musings and headed over to the wine refrigerator while I went back into the kitchen.

  “It won’t be that much longer. I didn’t put any meat in the sauce—I hope that’s okay!” I called out.

  “I think I’ll have plenty of meat la—I mean, no problem, I’ll have some later. I’ll swallow… no, I mean… um… wine opener? Where is your wine opener? Yes, wine opener. That’s what I need. I don’t need any meat. Vegetarian here.”

  I
laughed and shook my head. “In the top drawer of the little bar next to you.”

  Sydney was mumbling something to herself, and Mags barked back her response.

  I sautéed the zucchini noodles, added a bit of garlic, poured the sauce over them, and mixed everything together.

  The oven timer went off for the garlic bread, and I pulled it out and set it on the counter to cool before I cut it.

  “You look sexy in the kitchen, Mike Murphy.”

  I waggled my brows and replied, “I feel sexy.”

  She giggled, placing two wineglasses on the table.

  “What can I do to help?”

  “Will you take salad on over while I cut the bread? There is some homemade Italian dressing in the refrigerator.”

  “Grandma’s recipe?”

  “Nope, my mom’s.”

  Sydney also grabbed the plates and silverware I had sitting out and placed them on the table.

  “Go on and sit down. I’ll put some on your plate,” I said as I motioned for her to sit.

  I piled some of the noodles on Sydney’s plate. Then I did the same for me before bringing the pan back over to the stove. I grabbed the freshly grated Parmesan cheese and set it on the table.

  “Mike, everything looks and smells so delicious. You must have been in the kitchen all afternoon.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “Nah, it’s all pretty easy and quick to make.”

  “So, will you tell me what type of noodles these are?” She took a bite and closed her eyes in delight. “Oh my gosh, it’s so good. It has a bit of a crunch!”

  “Zucchini noodles.”

  I watched as her eyes widened in shock. Then she covered her mouth with her napkin as she began to laugh.

  “Good grief. Me and my slips. You are terrible, Mike Murphy!”

  “I love your little slips.”

  She smiled as her cheeks grew pink.

  Taking a bite, I closed my eyes. “Damn. This sauce. I could eat it alone with a spoon.”

  “It is good. I would have never thought to use zucchini noodles.”

  “Trick I learned from my sister. She’s really into plant-based foods, so she gets pretty creative with her meals.”

  “I’ll bet.”

  “How was your day?”

  “Better than yesterday. I swung by and checked on Gladys again. She said Doug went to the station today. Beatrice was there, keeping her company. I guess it’s probably good for Doug to stay busy. I asked Gladys if she wanted to help out at the clinic. I mean, we’re not busy, but it might give her something to do to keep her mind occupied.”

  “Smart suggestion.”

  She set her fork down and wiped at her mouth. “Any leads on who stole the evidence?”

  “No. I did, however, look more into that house in Provincetown.”

  Sydney sat up a little straighter, curiosity in her eyes. “What did you find out?”

  “It was built around 1750. It has only sold two times over the course of its history, so there have only been three owners.”

  “Wow. That’s impressive,” Sydney said.

  I nodded. “I thought so, too. The last owners purchased it in 1995. They had a total restoration done that turned into a sort of archeological dig, if you will.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “From what I read, they stumbled upon a lot of historical finds that are now displayed in the house. There’s a problem, though. The house isn’t open to the public.”

  “Oh no!”

  “I sent them an email asking if they would be willing to give us a private tour. I might have read somewhere that he was a retired cop, so I sent it from my work email.”

  The side of her mouth lifted into a smile that had my stomach flipping over like I was on a thrill ride at an amusement park.

  “You little sneak. Did they respond?”

  “Yes. They would be more than happy to give us a private tour. All we have to do is give them a few hours’ notice.”

  “Mike! This is so exciting! Whatever Vickie was looking for has to be in that house.”

  “Maybe, but don’t get yourself all worked up. We might not find anything.”

  She nodded. “I won’t. I promise. Thank you for doing that.”

  “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Syd.”

  Her eyes burned with desire.

  “You know, I have my own little surprise for you.”

  I leaned back in the chair and took a sip of my wine. “Is that so? Do tell.”

  Her cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink again. Christ, she was sexy as hell.

  “Well, I’d much rather show you.”

  “I really wanted to eat dessert first.”

  Sydney’s whole body sagged with disappointment. “Oh. Okay. I’m full, but if you want dessert, you should have it.”

  With a smile, I stood and reached for her hand. She seemed confused, but she placed hers in mine and allowed me to lead her into the kitchen.

  “You want me to watch you eat dessert?”

  “If you want to watch, I’m totally down for that.”

  She scrunched up her nose in the sweetest way. My eyes roamed over her body. The moment she walked into my house with that little sundress on, I’d known what I wanted. Tonight was all about her, and I was going to make sure of that.

  Sydney glanced over at the cake and then looked back at me.

  “Do you want me to cut it for you?”

  Moving closer to her, I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. My hard cock pressed into her stomach and caused her throat to bob with a hard swallow.

  I dropped to my knees and ran my hands slowly up her toned legs. “I think I’ll have my dessert on the kitchen island.”

  “Okay,” she panted out, her breathing growing faster, and I was pretty sure she was catching on.

  When I slowly pulled her lace panties down, her fingers sliced into my hair and she moaned.

  “Are we still talking about the cake?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Please tell me we’re not still talking about the cake.”

  Smiling, I stood, lifted her up, and set her down onto the granite counter.

  “No, Syd,” I whispered, spreading her legs wider. “I’m not talking about the cake.”

  Her eyes closed and she panted, “Thank goodness.”

  “I want to taste you, Syd.”

  She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want that, too.”

  I was about to lay her back when my phone rang. I looked over to make sure it wasn’t the station.

  “Dad?”

  Sydney glanced over at the screen.

  “He’s FaceTiming me. Now!”

  “Mike, you should get it. What if something’s wrong?”

  With a frustrated groan, I answered it. The image on the screen was jumping all around. The ceiling, the floor, dad’s bed.

  Dad’s bed?

  “Dad? Dad?”

  Then we heard mumbling.

  “It sounds like he’s with someone,” Sydney said.

  “For the love of all things, my dad butt-dialed me.”

  Sydney covered her mouth and giggled.

  “Oh, you look so hot.”

  I froze.

  No. No. No. No. God no!

  “Oh my gosh!” Sydney whispered. “Your dad’s about to get lucky, too!”

  Snapping my head around, I shot her a dirty look. “Don’t say that!” I hissed.

  We heard a noise and looked back at the phone, which had apparently been dropped on the floor. It was facing up and I could see…

  “What the fuck! Whose leg is that! Dad! Dad! Hang up the phone! For the love of God!”

  Then it got worse. I heard my mother’s voice.

  “That’s it, Dex. Oh, my nipples are tingling!”

  Sydney and I looked at each other. I was horrified, but she had an amused look on her face.

  “Did she say her nipples were tingling? Can you learn that trick from your dad?”

  I jumped back, the pho
ne still clutched in my hand. Why do I have the phone still in my hand?

  “Dex! Dex, yes, that’s it!”

  My eyes went back to the phone. Is that my dad’s ass?

  “That’s it, Dex! Yes!”

  Dropping the phone, I covered my ears and screamed, “Dad! What are you doing to Mom?”

  Sydney got down from the island, picked up my phone, and ended the call. Then she looked at me and smiled.

  “I think we know what your dad is doing to your mom.”

  Covering my mouth, I gagged and ran out the back door.

  Mike

  Sydney was still chuckling when I followed Maggie Maye back inside from the backyard. I’d needed fresh air and a moment to ask God to please make the images in my head disappear.

  “I think it’s sort of cute, your parents having happy times together,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “Happy times?”

  “Would you rather me say sex?”

  Gagging again, I shook my head.

  “How long do you think it’s been going on?”

  “I have no clue, and honestly, I need to forget about it, Syd. I heard and saw things I will never be able to forget. Ever!”

  She tipped her head to one side and bit her lip. “I bet I know how to make you forget.”

  And like that… the images were gone.

  Smiling, I dipped my head and kissed those lips that drove me insane.

  “Mike, I want you. Please. I’ve been waiting so long.”

  I lifted her into my arms and headed for the stairs.

  “I wanted to make this night all about you, Syd. Make you come, explore every inch of your body.”

  “If you want to take those steps two at a time, I trust you not to drop me.”

  How is it this woman can make me so happy and so turned on all by saying a few simple things?

  When I pushed open the bedroom door, Sydney gasped.

  “Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Mike, how beautiful.”

  My entire bedroom was filled with pink and white roses. Even the bed was covered with petals. I’d turned on some LED candles before Sydney had arrived and spread them around the room, just in case I hadn’t been able to slip up there first and set the mood.

  I slid her slowly down my body and leaned in to kiss her softly before resting my forehead against hers. “I’ve been waiting so long for you, Syd. You have no idea.”