Dangerous Temptations

by Kelly Elliott

  Her eyes met mine and something powerful passed between us. I couldn’t really say what it was, exactly, but I’d never experienced it with any other woman before.

  “Make love to me, Mike.”

  I ran my finger softly down her cheek. “Nothing would make me happier, sweetheart.”

  She turned around so that I could unbutton her dress. My hands shook as I attempted to perform the simple act. Sydney and I laughed as I fumbled around with the buttons.

  Finally, I got them all undone, and she lifted her dress over her head. My eyes took in her amazing body, naked but for the lace bra she had on.

  Sydney reached behind her, unclasped the fasteners, and let the bra slip down her arms and to the floor.

  “My God. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She took a step closer to me and unbuttoned my jeans. When she slipped her hand inside, her eyes widened.

  “You’re not wearing underwear?”

  I shook my head. “Less to undress.”

  A wide smile curved her lips. She took me in her hand, and we both sucked in a breath.

  “Syd, I need to be inside you because if I come in your hand, I’m going to be really pissed.”

  Another adorable chuckle slipped from those lips. I needed to kiss her. Everywhere. Learn what turned her on. Memorize how she liked to be touched.

  I wanted her like I had never wanted any other woman in my life.

  Taking a step back, I pushed my jeans down while she fumbled with my shirt. Once I was completely naked, it was her turn to look me over. The way she dug her teeth into her lip and touched her own breasts nearly had me exploding. Then, in true Sydney fashion, she said exactly what she was thinking.

  “I’m about to get zoodled.”

  “Baby, you have no idea.”

  Her smile erupted into a brilliant laugh. Cupping her face in my hands, I kissed her softly and whispered, “I’m falling so hard for you, Sydney Burch.”

  She ran her hands lightly over my chest and abs before lifting her gaze to meet mine, which had my chest squeezing with that sensation only Sydney could bring to me. “I’m falling for you too, Mike Murphy.”

  Kissing her once again, I stepped forward so she had to take a step backward. When her legs hit the bed, she sat down, breaking our connection.

  “Slide back and lie down, sweetheart. I’m going to finish what I started downstairs.”

  Sydney moved so quickly I almost laughed. I was obviously not the only one ready for this.

  The moment I got another look at her, I nearly came. Her chest rose and fell as I dropped soft kisses up the inside of her leg.

  “Mike.”

  “Yes?”

  “I… I can’t remember what I was going to say.”

  With a smile, I slipped two fingers inside her, causing both of us to let out a moan. Sydney grabbed onto the comforter and lifted her hips.

  “Do you want more?”

  “So much more.”

  I pressed my thumb against her clit, and her hips jerked. It wasn’t going to take long for her to come. She was soaking wet, and I was dying to taste her. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, and Sydney cried out my name. Her hands went to my hair, and her body began to tremble.

  God, she was amazing. The way her body reacted had me so fucking hard it was beginning to hurt.

  “Mike. Oh God, Mike. It feels so good. I’m so close.”

  Lifting my gaze, I watched her back arch as she dug her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer to her.

  Slipping my fingers back inside her, I worked her clit with my mouth, and she lost the battle. She cried out my name as I felt her pulsing against my fingers. I was more turned on in that moment than I had ever been in my life.

  Hell, I wasn’t going to last two minutes inside of her.

  When she finally stopped trembling, I made my way up her body, dropping light kisses over her skin. Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled a condom out of the side drawer, ripped it open, and tried like hell to keep my hands from shaking. It felt like this was my first time all over again.

  “I’ll never be able to smell roses again and not think of this moment.”

  My body was over hers, her legs spread open and waiting for me to make her mine.

  “Good. Then I’ll make sure you have fresh roses at the clinic every single day.”

  She traced my jaw with her finger, her eyes filled with tears.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked softly, kissing each corner of her mouth.

  “I’m amazing. I’m wonderful. I’m blissfully happy. I hope this isn’t a dream.”

  “It’s not a dream.”

  She placed her hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes.

  Her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed slowly in, causing her to pull in a deep breath.

  I kissed along her jaw and whispered in her ear, “Has it been a while?”

  Her fingers moved lightly across my back. “Yes.”

  “I’ll go slow.”

  Inch by painfully slow inch, I guided myself deeper inside her. It took every ounce of energy I had not to thrust inside her in one fast movement.

  “Oh, Mike. You feel so good.”

  With my face buried in her neck, I worked myself in and out until I was fully seated inside her. I paused, feeling my entire body tremble as she wrapped her legs and arms around me, her heels pulling me in as deep as I could go.

  “Damn it, Syd. I want to make this last.”

  She giggled. “We could lie here for a few minutes without moving, but I think at some point we’ll both need more.”

  I lifted my head and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. Lacing my fingers with hers, I pushed our hands over her head and kissed her as I moved gently and slowly inside of her. Her movements met mine, and it felt like we had made love a thousand times before—we fit perfectly together. But it also felt completely new. So different from any other experience I’d ever had.

  “Sydney, my God, you are amazing.”

  Her eyes closed, and she arched her back. “Yes. Mike, don’t stop.”

  When she shattered into another orgasm, I lost my control. Lifting up, I grabbed her hips and moved faster. Her hands grabbed at the bedding again, and she met me thrust for thrust.

  The passion-filled sound of our bodies smacking together was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

  “Harder!” she cried out.

  That was all I needed. I let go and gave her everything I had.

  I could feel the sensations building. “Sydney, I’m so close.”

  “Yes! Mike!”

  When she reached between our bodies and played with her clit, I felt my cock grow harder.

  With a grunt, I felt my release. “God, Sydney. I’m coming.”

  Her own climax hit, and she cried out my name as we came together. When she unclasped her legs from around me, I slowly pulled out and dropped to her side as we dragged in deep breaths.

  “I fucking saw stars, I swear,” I panted. “Syd, that felt so good.”

  Sydney giggled. “That was the most amazing moment of my life. We need to do that again.”

  Rolling off the bed, I pulled the condom off and tied it into a knot.

  “Trust me, we’re going to do that as many times as humanly possible tonight.”

  Her cheeks turned even more pink.

  “Let me get rid of this.”

  After discarding the condom in the bathroom trash, I got a washcloth and ran it under hot water. When I got back to the bedroom, I crawled onto the bed and spread Sydney’s legs.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, leaning up on her elbows to watch me.

  “Taking care of you. Are you sore at all?”

  Her eyes got misty again, and I wanted to ask her what was wrong. But maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe everything was perfectly right.

  “No, I’m not sore.”

>   She reached for the washcloth and dropped it to the side of the bed. Then she sat up, rolled me over, and climbed on top of me. When I felt her warm pussy rub against my cock, I moaned.

  “Syd, I’m not sure I can this soon.”

  She raised an eyebrow when she felt my dick coming back to life.

  I closed my eyes and said, “Thank you, God, for this miracle you have given me.”

  The sound of her laughter had me opening my eyes. I was hard. I was ready.

  “Sydney, condom.”

  She reached over and pulled one out. I watched as she opened the package, took the condom out, and ever so slowly rolled it on. When she positioned herself over me and sank down, I knew my life was never going to be the same.

  Sydney Burch had ruined me for all other women. As she rode me, her hands on her breasts as she kept her eyes on mine, I knew. I was more than simply falling for this woman. I was already in love with her.

  I woke to a sound coming from downstairs. Sitting up in bed, I looked to my left to find Sydney missing. For a moment, I panicked. I wasn’t sure why—maybe it was from waking up and not knowing where she was.

  Hearing another noise, I let out a breath, realizing she must be downstairs either dealing with Maggie Maye or making breakfast.

  Then the bathroom door opened and Sydney came out in a black lace bra, matching panties, thigh-high black stockings, and red high-heeled shoes.

  Blinking my eyes a few times, I gave her a wicked grin and forgot all about the noises from downstairs.

  “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  “My surprise from last night,” she said in a sexy voice.

  I wrapped my hand around my hard length and moved it up and down slowly. Sydney’s eyes followed the action, her tongue coming out to wet her lips.

  “Syd, you are going to drive me mad.”

  She winked as she started to walk my way, her fingers rubbing over her hard nipples. We froze when we heard someone coming up the steps.

  “Mike? Honey, are you up? I thought I heard voices.”

  Sydney’s eyes widened in horror as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover my exposed dick.

  Spinning around in circles, Sydney looked like she was trying to decide if she should run back into the bathroom or dive under the covers. By the time she made the decision, it was too late. My mother appeared in the doorway of my bedroom.

  Her eyes bounced between me and Sydney, who was currently hiding her face in her hands, as if that would hide her from my mom.

  “You must be Sydney!” my mother exclaimed with excitement. “I’m Paula, Mike’s mother!”

  I groaned and fell back onto the bed.

  “Oh, it’s so nice to… to meet you, Paula.”

  Poor Sydney. I had to give her credit; she stood there like a trooper. I wondered if she knew exactly how well you could see through that bra and those panties. I wrapped the sheet around me, grabbed my robe, and walked over to where Sydney was standing. I quickly put it over her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her close to me.

  “Mom, what are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be here for another week.”

  She smiled, still staring at Sydney with this far-off look on her face that said she was already deciding what color yarn to use for the baby blanket she was going to knit for us.

  “Your father and I wanted to surprise you.”

  I huffed. “You already did that last night.”

  Sydney jabbed her elbow into my side.

  With a confused look, my mother focused back on Sydney. “I’m glad you had an extra pair of undies. I found your pink ones in the kitchen. I’ll hand-wash them later. They look delicate.”

  Sydney’s legs buckled, and I had to hold her tighter so she wouldn’t fall.

  “You kids get dressed! I’ve got breakfast going, and your father went to get some donuts. You know how he is with donuts.”

  My mother turned and headed out the door. Sydney quickly broke away from me and ran to the bedroom window. She unlocked it and started to lift it up.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Running! Leaving! Mike, your mother saw me practically naked. She knows we had sex. She found my panties in the kitchen! What’s she going to think of me?”

  She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. “What if your dad was the one who found my panties?”

  “Sydney.”

  “Okay. This is what we’ll do. I’ll sneak out. I’ll go home to change and then come to the front door. Your mom will be confused, but maybe we can convince her it was all a dream!”

  “Sydney! Do you like your eggs over easy or medium?” my mother called up from downstairs.

  “Over medium!” Sydney called back and then slapped her forehead with a groan. “Shit! Shit!”

  There was a soft knock on the door. “Here’s your bag, dear. You might need it to get dressed.”

  Sydney and I watched in horror as my mother walked into my bedroom, stepped over our discarded clothes from last night, and handed Sydney her bag.

  “Hurry now, I want to hear all about how you two met.”

  After she left, shutting the door completely this time, I looked at Sydney.

  “I’m pretty sure the dream idea is out the window.”

  Sydney

  Deep breath in.

  Exhale it out.

  Deep breath in.

  Exhale it out.

  I was on the verge of panicking as I looked at the door in horror, recalling what had just transpired. It was like Paula hadn’t seen me in my black, barely there lingerie, getting ready to fuck her son.

  “Sydney, listen to me.”

  If she’d arrived two minutes later, I might have been riding him like a bucking bronco in a rodeo.

  Shit.

  “Sydney.”

  My eyes drifted to the condom wrappers on the floor. Those must have been missed during our middle-of-the-night romps.

  Double shit.

  “Sydney.”

  She was going to hand wash my panties.

  Triple shit.

  “Sydney.”

  I felt like I was in some alternate reality.

  “Sydney.” Mike shook me firmly, and I focused on him, aware but completely mute. “I know you’re freaking out.”

  That was the understatement of the year. Now that the reality had set in, my palms were clammy and I felt nauseous.

  “Syd, my family doesn’t necessarily understand boundaries. It’s...” Mike ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I don’t want this to scare you off. I know it’s… different.”

  I laughed, astounded that he wasn’t as freaked out as I was. “Mike, your mom walked in here and caught us about to have sex. And she acted like walking in and finding a nearly naked woman in your room was a normal thing.”

  Wait, is that normal for Mike?

  I started to panic. Maybe I wasn’t as special as I thought I was. Maybe a nearly naked woman was a frequent occurrence. For a second, I had a horrific image of Mike sharing a night like we’d had together with another person.

  Other people.

  He put his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face. “Last night was special. Only you, Sydney. No one else has ever affected me like you do. And so you know, Mom has never caught me with another woman. Baby, she knows how happy I’ve been since I met you. It’s just who my mom is—in everyone’s business. Trust me, she’s probably dancing in the kitchen right now.”

  She was sweet, but I wished we’d met under less awkward circumstances. But Mike’s words eased my nerves… some. “Really? Only Me?”

  “Yes, sweetheart, only you. I’ll get the locks changed as soon as possible.”

  I could see the humor once I got past the mortification. “I think that’s a good idea. A really, really, really good idea.” I massaged my temples. “She’s going to wash my underwear.”

  Mike seemed to relax some. “I’ll snatch them back. It’ll be a covert operation. I am a cop, remember?”r />
  “You better. Or your Mr. Winkie is going on bread and water like an inmate.”

  Mike brushed his nose against mine. “I don’t think either of us would want that.”

  My core clenched in memory of him inside me. I missed him already. “No, we wouldn’t. So you better be a really good undercover detective.”

  “And if I get them?”

  I reached down and stroked his cock through the sheet. “I’ll make sure to reward you.”

  “Consider it done. Let’s get dressed and go have some breakfast. Operation Panty Snatch is underway.”

  I smiled. “Let me change and straighten up the room. I’ll be down in a sec.”

  Mike threw on some jeans, sans underwear, and a T-shirt. “Syd, stop looking at me like that or we’re going to end up having sex again.”

  That would be a terrible idea with his parents in the house. I covered my eyes and turned around. “See, I’m not looking at you. Go. Go. No sex for you until they’re gone.”

  The warmth of his fingers touched the nape of my neck. “Oh, I’ll be figuring out a way to be alone with you.”

  “Good.” That was a promise I would hold him to. “Now go. I can’t control how I look at you.”

  The sound of footsteps made me stiffen. “She’s coming back, Mike. Go!”

  Mike left the room, closing the door behind him. I raced over to lock it. And I put my ear to the door to hear what Mike and his mom were saying.

  “Mike, where’s Sydney?”

  “Sydney will be out shortly, Mom.”

  “Oh, I was going to ask her if she wanted some freshly squeezed orange juice.”

  It was hard not to laugh. Paula was seriously going to come back for a third time. I leaned in closer to hear Mike’s response. “She takes coffee with caramel creamer. I have some in the fridge.”

  “Oh, Michael Murphy, I knew I taught you how to treat a lady right. You know how Sydney takes her coffee. That’s so sweet.”

  I leaned against the door and smiled. Mike had known my coffee preference since the first day I met him when I was running and fell with my tired feet. Since we met, there had been some sort of strange pull toward each other.