List of Sins: A Steamy Romance: Seduced by Lust

by Holt, S. w.

  “I got it Delaney, I'm familiar with the drill. I'm his father after all and if I'm not mistaken protocol hasn't changed.”

  “I'm just making sure you know what you are doing. Have him back before bedtime tomorrow.”

  I don't wait for another snide remark from Marcus. I turn to Grant and nod as we begin walking toward the building.

  “You know what? I could actually use another drink or maybe five, do you mind if we stop at the lounge before we leave?”

  “Of course not, lead the way.”

  Chapter Twelve

  I should have stopped at two drinks. I ended up having four margaritas and when I stood up to go home, I realized that I was in no shape for driving. Grant offered to drive me home and now I'm on my sofa feeling fantastic from the buzz despite the fact that I've never felt so much in turmoil.

  “Thanks so much for bringing me home, you were my hero tonight,” I say with a slight slur.

  He chuckles, “Oh I'm no hero Laney, I have ulterior motives, and none of them are pure as a hero's ought to be.”

  I contemplate what he just said wondering if I heard him correctly or if my fuzzy head has misunderstood.

  “What exactly are you getting at Grant?”

  The smoldering intensity in his eyes tells me his answer, no words are needed but he speaks anyway. “I think you know exactly what I am getting at.”

  I pull myself into standing, swaying a bit, but I manage to steady my footing, “Then what are you waiting for? Take advantage of me before I completely sober up.” I laugh, “Marcus always said I was much more fun after a few drinks.”

  With that, Grant groans gathering me into his arms then slamming his lips on mine. His tongue darts in my mouth seeking my own. I notice that he tastes of the sweet whiskey he was drinking earlier. His taste is heady while the hunger in his kiss is intoxicating.

  Our attraction for one another has always existed but never explored until now.

  Nearly divorced, my desire for this man is no longer undeniable. I wrap my arms around his neck as he trails hot kisses down my neck toward my collar bone. Throwing my head back, he reaches his hands down grabbing my ass and pulling me close to him. So close that I feel his arousal against me, which sends tingles of pleasure rushing to my core.

  Having worked his way back up to my ear nibbling and tugging at my lobe, he rasps, “I want you Laney, can I have you?”

  “Yes.” I breathe.”

  I waste no time in helping him out of his shirt exposing a sculpted physique with generous pecks and abs that he's clearly worked very hard to maintain. I refrain from gasping as he drops his pants revealing tight fitting aqua blue low rise trunks. His arousal is generous and ready for me.

  Tugging at my zipper, he peels my dress down to expose my black strapless bra and matching bikini panties. With the dress dropping to the floor, he wastes no time in reaching for my sex. Pushing aside my panties, his adept fingers rub at my clit while his lips crash onto mine in a kiss filled with yearning. As I reach for his hardness, he moans loudly uttering unintelligible words in my ear. I rub him matching his masterful hands that are working my body into a fever. As the intensity increases, I find my ability to remain standing difficult with the weakness in my knees rendering me unstable, I start to sway and wobble.

  Grant puts his sizable hands around my hips hoisting me to where my face is level with his six foot two height. I wrap my legs around his trim waist as he carries me to the sectional sofa then in a swift motion, he lays me out on the couch while he dispenses with his trunks. Yanking my panties down my thighs I shimmy my hips to make it easier for him. As he mounts me, the excitement in me is growing. My sex is throbbing in anticipation for him to fill me.

  Slowly he inserts himself in me with a showing of impressive restraint. I buck my hips up to meet his as he grabs my outside leg wrapping it around his back. Taking his cue, I wrap both my legs around him while feeling his length glide in and out of me in a sensual and rhythmical motion. He is taking his time, paying attention to all my senses, he traces my nipples with his hot tongue while continuing to pump me with the intensity building. I find his slow pace is driving me wild. It’s like I can feel every inch of his body pleasuring every inch of mine. He is mesmerizing me while giving me a pleasure I've never quite experienced before. Surprisingly, Marcus never commanded my rapt attention like this.

  Each nerve in my body is at full attention, craving his touch, or rather, his caress. It's like each and every ridge in his fingertips are giving my body a kiss. I can't take this anymore, I feel as if I'm becoming delirious from the sensory overload.

  I writhe under his the delicious weight of his body that is crushing me into the firm cushions beneath me. Reaching my hands to his butt, I dig my fingers into his flesh pushing him deeper into my cove. He responds by pulling himself almost all of the way out of me then without warning, he slams his length into me with fervor that scintillates me. I scream out in pleasure throwing my head further back. As he repeats the movement, the pressure that has been building in my core releases. My body encloses around his sending waves of intense satisfaction coursing through me entirely, complete with toes curling and deep primal howls of pleasure escaping my lips.

  The whole time I am experiencing my profound climax, Grant doesn’t abandon his course of action, but instead he continues to deliver me head to toe bliss. I find his mouth, and as we kiss passionately, I feel him climaxing and low guttural groans making their way to the surface. Abruptly, he sits up, pulling out he lets out one last moan collapsing on top of me.

  We lie in a heap of sweaty flesh for an undetermined amount of time before either one of us makes any attempt to move or to show and signs of life for that matter. When finally I break the silence, “That was more amazing than I ever imagined it would be.” I say quietly, almost whispering.

  “Hmm. So you've imagined us making love?”

  Suddenly it occurs to me just how that sounded.

  “No. Well, yes kind of.” I stutter.

  He chuckles softly, “Which is it?” His voice lowers, “Have you or have you not ever imagined what it would feel like if you and I were touching and kissing while I'm inside you?"

  I'm incredibly turned on again.

  “Well, I'm waiting.” He murmurs.

  I swallow hard as his fingertips are tracing up and down my arm sending chills to the surface and bolts of fire straight to my core.

  “I can't deny that I've always found you appealing.” I reply nonchalantly.

  His fingers stop the slow and sensual rubbing, then he lets out a soft sigh. “Really? Appealing is it?”

  He moves to a sitting position and looks me straight in the eye, “Well, married or not, I have always found you to be appealing as well. No. Not appealing, I'd say I've had very dishonorable thoughts about my godson's mother. My former best friend would have wanted to tar and feather me had he known just how much.”

  I feel something fluttering in my stomach as if a cage of butterflies just tipped over and are fighting to fly free. Oh to hell with the butterflies, bring on the entire animal kingdom. I feel so tingly over this man, from the top of my head the last tip of my toes.

  “I had no idea. But then again, I never thought of you as anything other than my husband's gorgeous business partner and as you mentioned, my son's godfather. Being the dutiful wife doesn't afford one to have lascivious thoughts about other men.”

  “What of your comment then about being with me wasn’t how you imagined?”

  “If I told you I had thought of us together once or twice, would you think me unfaithful?”

  He strokes my hair with his hand, “No, I'd say you are only human. It's natural to have thoughts maybe even feelings sometimes for someone that may be off limits or the act itself being off limits altogether. If you had acted on it while still in your marriage, well that is where the unfaithful reside.”

  “You understand then. Good.” I smile then noticing the time I wonder what the next step shou
ld be with Grant. Do I invite him to stay or is that to be assumed. It may even be presumptive of me to think that he would want to in the first place.

  “I do understand, more than you might guess.” He's now standing naked in the middle of my family room, and I can do little other than survey his body in all his glory. I like what I see.

  “Do you mind if I shower before I leave?”

  “Of course not. You can use my shower, follow me.” I say while wrapping the fuzzy throw blanket around my body.

  I lead him through the house to the grand staircase with black wrought iron balustrade imported from Portugal. Feeling disappointed that he won't be staying, it occurs to me that his sweet little mother is back at his house most likely waiting for his return. Of course, he must leave!

  Once upstairs, I show him into the master bathroom. I turn on the shower heads, which are nine in total plus the ceiling rainfall shower overhead.

  “Nice touch.” He says approvingly.

  “I agree. When we had the bathroom remodeled, we decided that we wanted the shower to be over the top.”

  “Well, you succeeded.” He says while entering the shower, then he stops and looking over his shoulder, “Aren’t you joining me? You've been a dirty girl tonight, after all.”

  I giggle then follow him in the shower closing the glass door behind me.

  Once inside, he motions for me to join him on the white tiled built-in bench. He is sitting and as I'm facing him as he pulls me toward him by placing an arm behind my waist. Standing between his legs I lean my face down to kiss his upturned mouth. With the passion building, I brace both of my hands on each of his shoulders and with his hands on my ass I climb onto his lap. Grinding against his growing erection, he moans while continuing to kiss me with intensity increasing, I make my move to impale myself on his hardness. Before I come down, he moves toward the shower wall so as to support his back. Easing down onto his shaft slowly, the water intensifying all the senses, I proceed to glide up and down on his girth. With his arms wrapped around my back, I throw my head back and feel every inch of him enveloped in my warmth. The tip of his shaft hits my special spot with each thrust, sending warm shocks to my core. He takes my breast into his mouth running his tongue in circles around the sensitive nipple. Throwing my head back even further, he continues his oral assault of my chest while his hips thrust to meet mine. Finally, it's more than my body can take and with one final thrust his head hits my spot. The release in my core takes over every sense in my body and once again I climax with this man convulsing under me, uttering words of pleasure and satisfaction. All the while, the warm water continues to cleanse our bodies and in a weird way, he is purifying my soul.

  Chapter Thirteen

  A few weeks passed and we have barely come up for air. I feel like I have come alive again. I never realized that I had been in such dormancy for so long. When I reflect on who I had become in my marriage and the person who I was trying to be, I shudder with disgust. Though it's most likely just the euphoria of being with a new person and my sexuality coming back to life, these past weeks with Grant have been a whole body and soul awakening. I now know that the divorce is something that I am ready to embrace. I now look forward to the completion and am optimistic about the future.

  When Marcus picked up Charlie the other day, he suggested that we meet and that he had things he wanted to discuss with me. As much as I loathe the idea of having a face to face with him I know its high time we get this out of the way.

  I dial his number.

  “Laney, what can I do for you?” He says with obvious disdain and impatience.

  “Hi to you too Marcus.” I snip then continue, “You mentioned that you wanted to sit down to go over some things so I thought we could do that this week. We need to get this paperwork finalized sooner than later.”

  “Agreed, we do need to discuss quite a few things. Meet me at the Oceanside Grill at five today, I'll have my secretary make us a reservation. Oh and could you wear something nice instead of the workout clothes I keep seeing you wear?”

  With tightness building in my chest, I feel as if I just might combust at any moment, but instead, I take a deep breath. “Whatever Marcus, I'll see you at 5:00.”

  “Good and don't forget your paperwork.”

  “Of course Marcus!”

  After I place my phone on the counter, I stomp my feet on the tile floor while yelling unladylike obscenities.

  “That ass! He is such a fucking asshole!!” The words are echoing through the house causing me to take note of how good it feels to release my anger. Though it's hardly hitting the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

  I arrive at the Grill over twenty minutes early after having dropped Charlie off at my parent's house. I was unable to find a sitter for this evening. Grant said his mother would be so disappointed had she known I didn't ask her to watch him, but I told him that I could never have imposed.

  I'm sitting by the window with a breathtaking view overlooking the ocean.

  “May I bring you something while you wait?” The soft-spoken hostess asks.

  “Yes, please. I'll have the New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, I can't remember the name, sorry.”

  “No problem,” She smiles, “I'll bring that right away.”

  True to her word, she brings me the wine setting it down in front of me, “Your server will be with you shortly. In the meantime can I bring you some bread?”

  Shaking my head no, “Thanks but I'll pass.”

  As I sip at the glass of the chilled wine, I stare out at the waves as they crash against the shore, I lose myself in thoughts of the recent past. Since having connected with Grant, we have grown quite close. He sat me down the other night and asked me to do something that I had never seen coming.

  “Laney!” He hollers, “Come out here and watch the sunset with me.”

  Joining him outside on the main level deck, he hands me a soft, lightweight throw blanket that I snuggle under sitting next to him on a chaise.

  “Mmm. Sitting here with you feels fantastic and the sky is so vivid tonight.” I murmur more to myself than to him.

  “It is quite beautiful.” He replies.

  The sky is quite stunning with a wash of purple, red and yellow staining it like watercolors that have spilled all over the horizon.

  Reaching over and taking my hand, “You should see the sunsets in Ireland, quite something to behold, much like this but then again, different.”

  Without my having to look at him, I can tell from his winsome voice that he is homesick. “It must be hard to leave your country behind.”

  “No not really, especially not when you have other lands with beauty to behold.”

  I turn my head to see that he is not looking at the sunset any longer. Instead, he is looking straight at me. I feel my stomach do a little dance as he continues to hold my gaze. Leaning over, we gently touch our lips together in a tender kiss that is full of so much promise. I like how my body ignites from the slightest touch from him.

  “Laney, I have something to ask you.” He breathes.

  My breath hitches at the back of my throat, so I merely nod for fear of betraying my anxiety.

  “I realize we have only just begun our journey together but I feel like what we have between is....this is right. The thing is, I have no way of knowing how long my father is going to be around, and I want him to have the chance for him to meet you while he's still lucid.”

  I nod but don't interrupt.

  “So what I want to ask you is if you would consider traveling with me to Ireland? I know you'll want to bring Charlie so we could go once school is out. I'd like to go for a month if you think you would be able to manage being gone that long.”

  Finally, I exhale. I'm relieved that I was wrong and that he wasn't proposing. In this strange world, people have proposed for even less. I giggle inward at my preposterous assumption. Of course he wasn't going to propose, he hasn't hitched his star to anyone yet so what would make me think he'd consider my w
agon and this soon.

  He wants me to meet his father though. So maybe he might consider me just as I might him later when the timing might be right. “Let me think about your proposed trip. I think it sounds fantastic and of course Charlie would be so excited to go too. I just have to figure out how to navigate Marcus.” I bite my lower lip as the anxiety over asking Marcus sets in.

  “I know, I assume that would be the biggest road block. Once he knows it's going to benefit me, I'm certain he is going to run interference but see what you can maneuver out of him.”

  “I will. In fact, it's time we have a conversation about our divorce. As I'm sure you already know, our prenuptial makes this a lot easier since everything that I will receive has already been determined. It's ironic that our divorce was planned before we were ever married.”