I Spy a Wicked Sin

by Jo Davis

  “First of all, luck has nothing to do with my success. I don’t wait for breaks; I make them. Second, our next project will be to ensure our poor, distraught widower doesn’t return.”

  Tio popped his big, scarred knuckles. “A plan I can get behind.”

  “Good.” He slapped his highball glass onto the counter. “I’m already running this place, so we’ll make certain it becomes official.”

  “Death to taxes and the weak.”

  “I’ll drink to that, my butt-ugly friend.”

  “We’re not friends.”

  “You learn fast.” He pinned Tio with a steely glare until the other man flinched first. “Keep it up and you might live to spend your share.”

  But I wouldn’t count on it.

  ***

  After a nap and a shower, Jude felt much more together. Less off-balance. His odd melancholy had abated along with the pressure in his head, much to his relief. No migraine tonight and, with any luck, no nightmares. His mood lightened.

  By the time Tamara arrived, more than his spirits had taken flight. No reason why he shouldn’t enjoy his evening. His libido had been on a slow boil all day and now he trembled in anticipation like a racehorse at the starting gate.

  A knock from the hallway sounded and the door to his suite opened. “Jude? Tamara’s here,” Liam announced.

  “In the flesh,” she said, swishing toward him.

  Liam moved past them. “I’ll leave the champagne and glasses on the table by the window, along with a small tray of chocolate-covered strawberries to start.”

  “Perfect, thanks.”

  “When do you want dinner served?”

  “Give us half an hour?”

  “You got it.”

  Jude considered inviting Liam to play later. His friend sometimes joined him for a ménage, and thoroughly enjoyed himself when he did. But Jude knew Liam preferred one threesome in particular. And that trio didn’t involve Jude.

  Liam gave no indication he’d like to hang around, so Jude took his cue and let it go.

  When the door clicked shut, Tamara ran her palms down the front of his dress shirt. “You seem different tonight.”

  “Really? How so?”

  “I’m not sure. More upbeat, maybe.”

  “I suppose I am.” A wet tongue grazed his ear. “I’m not as tense as I’ve been. But then, you have that effect on me.”

  “Glad to hear it,” she said in a low voice. She pressed into him, full breasts squashing against his chest. “You look scrumptious, all GQ in your white shirt and gray dress pants.”

  “I clean up okay. What about you? What are you wearing?” Moving back a shade, he touched her hair, pleased to find it loose.

  “Little red dress, clingy, way above midthigh. Plunging neckline. Matching high heels.”

  His groin tingled, and he traced the swell of one breast. His other hand crept under the hem of the dress, up her smooth thigh to a bare ass cheek. “No underwear?”

  “Thong.”

  Groaning, he released her. “How am I supposed to get through our appetizer, much less dinner?”

  She giggled. “There’s something to be said for willpower. The wait makes the fruit sweeter.”

  “We’ll test the theory and draw out the anticipation, then. Want to sit?” He gestured in the general direction of the table.

  “Yes. And what a lovely table it is, with the bubbly and the strawberries. Thank you, Jude.”

  “Thank Liam. I just ask him to make it fabulous, and he does.”

  “My compliments to him, in that case. I’ll tell him myself, later.”

  Tamara poured the champagne and placed strawberries on little plates Liam provided. Jude sipped his drink and smiled in his date’s direction as she exclaimed over every small thing. She complimented his paintings as well, not mincing words that it would take some time to find his groove in developing his new style.

  She was a refreshing, genuine woman, a charming companion, and he found himself having a good time. No matter how much he was looking forward to another taste of her lush body, he wouldn’t have tolerated her presence if he didn’t like her as a person. He wasn’t someone who could completely disassociate and just have sex without clicking with a lover. Even with a stranger, he had to find the other person interesting.

  Liam outdid himself on dinner, and they ate, making small talk, the sexual tension stretching like a laser beam between them. When Jude finished his crème brûlée, he’d about reached his breaking point.

  “God, that was heaven,” he said, pushing his chair from the table. “Are you finished?”

  “Only with the food,” she replied huskily.

  He rose, holding out a hand. “Come here.”

  She clasped his fingers and stood, and he pulled her close. Nuzzled her neck, her musky perfume arousing him. His dick tented his trousers, fully hard and begging to be freed. He ignored it for a moment, cupping her breasts through the sheer dress, grazing the nipples with his thumbs.

  They sprang to attention and he investigated the neckline, glad to find it cut so low all he had to do was part the material to reveal naked flesh. The mounds were weighty in his hands and he bent, laved the areola. Sucked each one greedily, rolled them with his tongue.

  He liked the little noises of pleasure she made as her fingers strayed to his pants. In seconds, she unbuckled and unzipped him, releasing his cock.

  “Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “No underwear. I love a man who doesn’t waste time.”

  Before he could reply, she sank to her knees and grasped the base of his erection. Then his world spun as her mouth surrounded him, pulled him deep. He spread his legs for her, gave her full access to fondle his balls. She squeezed them with gentle pressure, her lips sliding along his cock, tongue exploring every ridge. Tight, hot suction.

  He could come like this, but he didn’t want to go too soon. “On the bed, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  It was then he heard it. A soft bump that came from the direction of Lily’s room. A rustle of, what? Fabric? So faint he barely discerned the sound-but it wasn’t his imagination. He knew for sure when he heard an almost inaudible intake of breath.

  Lily was watching.

  She’d taken his hint about their connecting door being unlocked, and given in to curiosity. To her lust. At that realization, what had merely been a mutually satisfying encounter became something altogether wicked. His entire body lit as though by a torch, excitement singing in his blood.

  She’d watched them before, but this was different. This time he knew she was there, and could give her a show she’d not forget. One that would have her creaming, her entire body flushed and hot. Perhaps she’d wish she were in Tamara’s place.

  Jude tugged Tamara onto the bed. “Know what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to remove that dress from your gorgeous body, like this.”

  Grasping the hem, he pulled it up and off over her head, careful not to tear the fabric. “Next you’re going to lie back and spread your legs for me, and keep on the thong and those fuck-me shoes.”

  The bed wiggled as she complied. “All right. Now what?” He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, shucked his shoes, socks, and pants, taking a condom from one pocket. He knelt on the bed and laid the condom aside, hyperaware that Lily had a great view of everything he planned to do to the other woman. His cock had never been so hard, or hurt so much.

  “I’m going to kiss my way from your nipples down that pretty body, like this.”

  He did, licking and nibbling each puckered tip, down her flat belly to the top edge of the little scrap of material. Crouching between her thighs, he hooked a finger under the thin strap and pushed it aside, revealing her sex. God, he missed his sight so badly. For once, however, knowing Lily was watching made up for the loss.

  “Now I’m going to tease your sweet pussy until you’re begging for my mouth.” He began to finger the lips of her sex, parting them, making certain her cunt was on display. He massaged
her clit, dipped a finger into her moist channel to capture a bit of cream, spread it around.

  “Oh… Jude,” she rasped.

  “What, gorgeous?” Two fingers now, fucking her slowly. Another few circles around the clit, sensitizing the nub, driving her crazy by degrees.

  “Please!” She grabbed a handful of hair, making her wishes clear.

  He gave a quiet laugh and found the waist of the thong, worked it down her legs and off. “This is where I eat you until you scream, coming all over my face and begging me to pound my cock into your pussy. Do I have the story right?”

  “Yes! Hurry!”

  “I thought so. Now relax and give yourself over to me,” he said seductively. “Trust me and I’ll make you fly.”

  On his knees, he scooped his hands under her ass, lifted her off the bed, and brought her sex to his mouth. He had an image of feasting on a juicy watermelon in the summertime, and figured that to be a good analogy.

  Pink, succulent flesh yielding to his will. Spilling its sweetness onto his taste buds, making him lap it up, loath to waste a drop. He stabbed his tongue deep into her sheath, fucking her that way, swirling, and out again, licking up to her clit. He repeated this several times and she began to thrash, harsh sounds breaking in her throat.

  Not good enough. He wanted her mindless, all her control lost. So he fastened his mouth to her sex and began to suckle, ate her like a five-star banquet, relentless.

  She began to vibrate in his hands, writhing. “Oh, shit! Jude, yes!”

  He didn’t let up and she bucked wildly, screamed so loud his ears rang. Salty- sweet cum splashed over his tongue and he devoured all she had to give.

  “Fuck me!” she cried. “Please, fuck me!”

  Lowering her once more, he groped for the foil packet, tore it open, and covered himself. Then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and impaled her in a single smooth glide.

  Tamara was beyond coherent speech at this point, just what turned Jude on the most-a lover who was totally under his control, his to play with, fuck without mercy. Whatever he desired.

  And Lily was still there. Riveted. He couldn’t say how he knew, he just did. Her presence was palpable, the air supercharged. He could almost smell her arousal, and it brought out the feral male animal in him. Mastering one lover while another observed, hidden in the shadows.

  He pumped his slick length into her with steady strokes, holding back his orgasm as long as possible. His cock was on fire, balls tight and on the verge of detonation.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Goddamn! Can’t hold back…”

  Giving in, he hammered into her, plunging deep. The storm built, the familiar buzz starting at the base of his spine. His balls drew up and he exploded with a shout, filled her with his cum. He held himself seated to the balls until the spasms receded, leaving him empty. Satisfied.

  And boneless, too. Smiling, he lowered her to the bed again, leaned over, and ran a hand up her arm, to her shoulder. When he found her face, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

  “Thank you, Tamara. You are amazing.”

  “Me? No way. You fucked me stupid.” A yawn punctuated the statement.

  “Stay for a while longer? Take a nap?”

  “Then go for round two?”

  “Give me a bit to recuperate, and you’re on.”

  He sat up and removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the direction of his clothes. He’d take care of it, and any others, later.

  Much later. Spooning to Tamara’s back, he realized he no longer sensed Lily’s presence. Irrationally, he felt a little disappointed that she hadn’t stayed. Maybe even joined them.

  Good grief, give the woman a break! Her first day here and she walks into a lion’s den.

  He ought to consider himself fortunate that Lily was sexually open and hadn’t already packed and run for the hills.

  She wouldn’t, either. He knew she was intrigued and would stay to build her place here.

  And one day soon, she wouldn’t be on the outside looking in.

  ***

  Lily stood riveted, entranced by the sight of Jude’s big body quivering over Tamara’s. His thick cock buried in her pussy, the woman’s long legs dangling over his muscled back.

  He pulled out of his lover and Lily retreated into her room, hand over her pounding heart. She’d never witnessed anything so… so raw. Untamed.

  And completely unrepentant. He’d known Lily was there. She’d made a noise and he’d turned his head slightly to the side, lips curving into a wicked smile. He hadn’t faltered. Instead, he’d ravished the other woman like a starving man, with double the fervor.

  Over and over, Lily’s mind replayed Jude undressing her. Sucking her nipples. When Tamara had gone down on him, Lily longed to be the one taking his cock into her mouth, deepthroating him, pushing him to the edge. She could practically taste his earthy flavor, the salt and musk of him.

  And when he’d spread the other woman wide and feasted on her… Lily shivered. In all her travels, all her dealings, she’d never played the voyeur before today. Spied on people who were breaking the law, yes. Not on people having sex. Never cared to because, to be honest, most of the men she ran across during her assignments just weren’t that compelling. They were rich, lazy, spoiled. Crooked as hell, with few redeeming qualities.

  Jude blew all her preconceptions out of the water.

  The man was powerful. Exciting.

  And her job entailed dousing that fire forever.

  For once in her career, she couldn’t reconcile the damning evidence and the task ahead of her with the man. The loss of self-assuredness scared her. She couldn’t breathe.

  Slipping on a short silk robe, she left her room, intent on taking a walk and regaining her equilibrium. But the film reel of Jude’s glorious ass flexing as he drove into Tamara wouldn’t leave her alone. He was everything Lily desired in a sexual partner and nothing she could have long-term.

  She wandered aimlessly, locked in turmoil. To try to resist the lure of becoming part of Jude’s lifestyle, his world, would be fruitless. She craved the pleasures he could give her like an addict craved another hit.

  So she’d take all she could, for the time they had. Because he was a killer, she could justify and compartmentalize her actions. To survive, she had no choice.

  With new resolve, she padded downstairs, feeling somewhat more settled. Not great, but less conflicted. In moments, she found herself in the sunroom, darkened now save for the light reflecting from the pool outside and bouncing around inside, where she stood. All was peaceful. Maybe she’d sit out there, or go for a skinny-dip.

  The instant the idea formed, she caught a silhouette seated on the pool’s lip. Liam’s profile. The younger man’s legs dangled into the water, arms braced on either side of him. He stared across the wide expanse before him, unmoving. A beautiful, naked statue carved of marble.

  She was about to go outside when he slumped and hung his head. His long bangs hid his expression, but she didn’t need to see it to read the emotions when he rested his elbows on his thighs and buried his face in his hands. Pain rolled off him like blood from a mortal wound. Backing away, she respected his privacy, though she wondered.

  What was Liam’s story? Why was he so upset?

  Earlier, he’d given no indication anything was wrong. Seemed as though she wasn’t the only one around who had learned to compartmentalize-or was trying, and miserably failing.

  Little did Liam know how she empathized.

  She made herself scarce, wishing she could force Liam’s silent agony from her mind. Oh, sweetie. The pain you feel now? That’s nothing.

  In less than four weeks, you’ll learn your first real lesson in loss. Disillusionment. And you’ll never forgive me.

  But he’d survive.

  Like Lily, he’d have no choice.

  Six

  The man’s head was centered in his crosshairs. The hot desert sun scorched his skin right through his shirt, but he was cold inside.
Dead.

  Almost as dead as the man in his sights.

  He was exhausted and ready to catch his flight for home.

  Concentrate. Business first. Always.

  Anger filled the void in his soul and he tightened his finger on the trigger. Assholes like these were cockroaches. For every one he killed, there were thousands to take his place.

  But he’d take out this one, let God sort the rest.

  The man’s skull exploded and he folded like a puppet with its strings cut, bright blood splattered on the sand like droplets of rain. Pooling around his head.

  Mouth open, eyes accusing-

  Jude gasped and bolted upright, confused by the dark veil over his vision where there had been death moments before. A horrible scene in living color, vanished in an instant. Where was the dead man? Where am I?

  Gradually, he came to his senses. He was sitting up in bed, clutching a sheet to his sweaty chest. And he was still blind.

  “Another fucking nightmare,” he muttered to himself, swiping a shaking hand down his face.

  Pain throbbed at his temples, squeezed his brain in a vise. Dammit, he needed his medicine if he hoped to stave off a full-blown migraine. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, only to be broadsided by a wave of dizziness that knocked him on his ass.

  He flopped onto his back, legs dangling over the side, and breathed through the sickness roiling in his belly. Too late. No way could he make it to the bathroom to get his capsule. Clutching his head, he curled onto his side in the fetal position, determined to ride it out.

  Dimly, he became aware of the mattress dipping with someone’s weight. A hand smoothing his hair.

  “Are you all right?” Liam asked quietly. “Do you need a pill?”

  “God, yes. Please.”

  “Hang tight, man.”

  Jude almost groaned at the loss of the soothing touch as the other man retreated. In the bathroom, the medicine bottle rattled and the faucet ran briefly. Then Liam returned, helped him sit up, and pressed a glass into his hand.