5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  She lifted her eyes up to me, obviously shocked. “Do you mean that?”

  I knew from the look in her eyes this was important to her. How the fuck could I deny that look? “Yeah, I do.”

  It was the right thing to say. She worked her arms around my neck and kissed me. If this is what honesty got me, I was all on board with the idea. We went for round two. I couldn’t get enough of her. We finished round three in the shower, and my dick was raw from all the fucking we did.

  chapter twenty-six

  Going Down

  Kera and Luke stopped over for dinner, and I wasn’t surprised that Anya was ready to do whatever it took to close down Gent’s. I scouted out an anonymous place to meet with the agent that couldn’t be associated with Anya later. I was probably overly concerned with the incognito meeting place, but I wasn’t taking chances. Frank probably thought he was above the law and didn’t need to worry about being sold out.

  I was proud of my little lily for giving them so many details to use in their investigation. She was one hell of a woman, reliving her ordeal the way she did. I was surprised at all the facts she remembered, especially after they’d drugged her. I guess some shit you just don’t forget.

  Our lives went by in normalcy as they set up the undercover action. Anya graduated from college and I bought her a gymnastic studio to run. It was a compromise with the dancing. I knew she wanted to use her business degree and had fond memories of her dad with the tumbling, so that was her place. She didn’t strip and I didn’t have to kick anyone’s ass for looking at what was mine.

  After six months she was earning a decent profit. I was so fucking proud of my girl. I funded her until she got on her feet, and then signed over the studio to her when she had it running smoothly. I wanted her to know she had something of her own, it seemed important.

  We had some fun in that studio after hours. She’d become really fond of our erotic dances. Some of the best fucking of my life started with a little bump and grind salsa. Ask me if minded practicing our moves.

  Gent’s moved to the back of both our minds. She had her plate full with the new business, and I had my thoughts on her and running my club. The phone call from the Fed’s put all our happy thoughts on hold. They were taking down Frank tonight.

  I was shocked they called me, but I think they knew that we had a vested interest in not blowing their case. There was still a small worry in the back of my head that Frank would somehow know of Anya’s involvement. I decided to take her out of the city tonight and enjoy some time alone just in case. It worked real well with the other surprise I’d been pulling together.

  We took a drive back down to her mom’s house when she closed down the studio that night and I explained why I felt we needed to get away. I could tell the news really stressed her out. I hated that he still had the power to scare her, it made me feel weak.

  My mind wasn’t so much on Gent’s tonight, and I hoped what I’d planned would take her mind off the shit going on back home. I figured it was appropriate to do this at her mom’s house. We pulled up into her small driveway, and my fucking hands were shaking.

  Her mom waved to us from the front door, and I got my thoughts in order. Opening Anya’s door, I waved back to her mom. The smile she gave made me feel like I finally had a real family now. It had been such a long time since I felt like I belonged anywhere.

  “Hope we’re not keeping you up too late.” I grinned at Susan as she shook her head no.

  “You kids are welcome here anytime.” I just hoped it wasn’t because I’d paid off the mortgage on her house. I refused to let those negative thoughts enter my head. She was a genuine person. All those fucked up thoughts didn’t belong with people like her and Anya.

  Susan had no idea what her daughter had went through. Anya didn’t want her to know. That was her call, but I had a feeling that her mother could have offered as much support as I did. We walked into the living room and my hands got sweaty.

  Susan fixed us glasses of iced tea, and I took one hoping I could hold on to it. I didn’t know how to do this shit. I figured just doing it the best I could was the easiest. I put down my tea, and stood up.

  Anya looked at me in curiosity and I tried to smile and not look like my stomach was clenched in knots. I knelt down in front of her after pulling out the small little velvet box. It had taken me weeks to find just the right ring for my little lily.

  “Baby I know I don’t deserve you, but you’d make me the happiest man on earth if you’d be my wife?” Shit, don’t let her turn me down. I knew she loved me, but there was still this part of me that was scared shitless that she wouldn’t want to spend her life with a bastard like me.

  I popped the top on the little box, and her soft gasp forced my eyes to hers. Fuck! Were those tears in her eyes? “We can pick out another ring, if you don’t like this one.”

  “You crazy man! I love it! I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Her smile was so bright I couldn’t help bathing in the glow. Lifting that one carat diamond surrounded by a golden lily, I slid it onto her small finger.

  Didn’t I feel like a pussy when tears filled my own eyes? I held her against me, knowing she was forever mine. I didn’t know why such a beautiful person felt willing to share her life with me, but I was more thankful than I can explain.

  Her mother was crying too. When I got my shit together I hugged her as well. This incredible woman had given my little lily life. She was my second most favorite person in the world.

  chapter twenty-seven

  Heavenly Sin

  We left out from Susan’s after sunrise. I loved visiting Anya’s mom, but since we didn’t feel comfortable screaming down the walls there, we didn’t fuck. I wanted my sweet little lily in our bed. All that cuddling last night had been sweet, but fuck me my balls were aching.

  Kera and Luke in the driveway was not what I’d been waiting on. My heart rammed in my chest. Something had to be wrong. Grabbing Anya’s hand I squeezed it a little harder than I meant to, and I cursed as she gasped. “Sorry baby.” All I could think was that slimy fucker had managed to pull a fast one and now my baby was in danger.

  I wanted to ask Anya to wait in the car until I heard what they had to say, but I knew she wasn’t going to fall for that shit. We walked over together and I admit it, I was afraid to hear what they had to say. Seeing Anya tense had me in protect mode, and I grabbed her around the waist pulling her against me. “How bad is it?”

  Kera’s smile should have made me feel better, but my fucking nerves were too shot to notice. “We could walk inside and talk about it. Not like we’ve been sitting in your driveway for the last half hour.” Kera winked at Anya and I felt her relax.

  With a disgruntled nod, I opened up the front door and ushered them in. Anya’s hand was in my mine, no way in hell I was letting her go until we knew what was going on. “We’re inside, now spill the shit!” I didn’t mean to yell, but fuck me I didn’t have time to wait.

  “I’ll put on coffee.” Luke shook his head, and grinned before walking off.

  I stared a hole through Kera, ready to shake the shit out of her if she didn’t start talking.

  “They put Frank away. Not only him but there were two congressmen arrested on scene.” I finally let go of Anya’s hand. Man I could have slid to the floor in relief at her words.

  “What about the agent that went under.” Leave it to my sweet little lily to be worried about someone else. The thought made me grin.

  “She’s fine but probably going to spend months in rehab. They discovered it was ketamine and ecstasy they were using to keep the girls doped up.”

  Hoo-fucking-rah, for a chick with balls. I wanted to give that lady a medal for what she’d put herself through. “That was one brave lady.” I knew I’d be looking up those drugs later to see what kind of long lasting effects they had. My baby had ingested that shit, which meant I needed to know.

  “It’s finally over.” Anya sat down on the couch and I could see the look of relief o
n her beautiful face. I took the spot beside her on the couch and Kera found the armchair.

  “Because of you.” Kera winked and smiled. “They said they couldn’t have pulled this off without the information you gave. Marcus, that’s the agent in charge, said you ever need anything let him know.”

  “She’s got all she’ll ever need.” I didn’t like the idea of my girl needing someone else. Both the ladies laughed and I smirked.

  “Speaking of,” Kera turned to look at me pointedly, “I’m giving you my notice. I sit for the bar next month and I want to do something more with my life.”

  I wasn’t surprised. Kera was one smart damn chick herself and she had too much intelligence to be flashing her tits on stage. “You need to be out there using that brain.”

  “Damn straight she does.” Luke walked in carrying a tray of coffee, complete with cream and sugar.

  “Damn baby you want to come wait tables for me?” I couldn’t help ribbing his ass for being domestic.

  “Fuck you Sin.” Luke chuckled good-naturedly. “If you don’t want me pissing in your coffee you better keep your eyes off my ass.”

  We all had a good laugh over that. Shit was looking up. Anya held up her hand and waggled her fingers to Kera. I’d never seen a woman move as fast as she did when she grabbed her hand.

  “You’re getting married!” I could see that Kera was damn pleased at the idea and when those two ladies embraced I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Fuck me to hell and back. Sin’s been pussy-whipped!” Luke got a good laugh at his joke, and I had to join him.

  I didn’t give a damn what he thought. Anya had agreed to be my wife, and we were going to make a whole family of little Anya’s. I would say Sin’s, but hell the world just wasn’t ready for that shit yet.

  “Luke could learn a thing or two from you Sin.” Kera raised her eyebrow at Luke and I laughed my ass off.

  “You’re fucked now bro.”

  “Thanks man, some friend you are.” I could see from the possessive look in his eyes when he looked her way that the idea wasn’t that horrible.

  “Luke you really should hurry up. We could do a foursome wedding!” Anya was all excited over that idea and I couldn’t stop laughing. Luke didn’t stand a fucking chance now.

  This was how life was meant to be. We sat around drinking coffee and talking for the next half hour. Yeah I wanted my little lily in bed, but fuck me if I wasn’t just as happy to sit here and watch her smiling with our friends.

  When they finally left I pulled her into my arms and kissed her with all the love I had in my heart. “You happy baby?”

  She wrapped those sweet little arms around my neck and nuzzled that beautiful face against my chest. “Never happier.”

  I carried her back to our room and enjoyed our own private dance. We were made for each other. She was the sunshine that broke through my darkness. I held her when sleep came and was afraid to close my own eyes. I never deserved to be loved so deeply, but if it took a fucking eternity I was going to prove myself worthy.

  Romance Book Club

  Michelle Hughes

  Tears of Crimson Publishing

  1 Sensation's

  She didn't belong here. That was the thought that pummeled Jessie Lawrence's mind like an unwanted song lyric that got stuck in your head. All the leather, and deviant acts of pleasure being enacted around her were so far removed from her life, it didn't even make sense that she'd been invited in.

  But here she was, her name on a contract stating she wouldn't reveal what went on inside Sensation's Dungeon, sitting across from one of the sexiest men she'd seen outside the movies. She listened to Chase Davenport casually describe the lifestyle of a master and submissive, as if it were an everyday conversation topic. That kind of talk was almost as unfamiliar to her as the urge to reach up and see if that five o'clock shadow on his face was as rough as it looked.

  She'd balked earlier when they'd visited the main dungeon playroom after seeing acts that, in her mind, were so depraved, no person should ever consent to them. That was how she found herself separated from the group she'd arrived with and listening to the owner of the club as he tried to convince her there was more to this lifestyle than what she'd witnessed earlier.

  "Would you like to visit one of the private rooms so you can put a visual to the scenarios I'm describing? I promise it won't be as overwhelming as seeing all those scenes taking place at the same time."

  What was he talking about? Biting her lip nervously, she nodded, hoping that was the right response, since she'd stopped hearing his words somewhere around the point at which he explained the pleasures a submissive might feel when having her hands bound.

  Standing up to his full six foot four inch height, he smiled down on her. "I think you'll understand a little more if I demonstrate the way we use some of the toys at our disposal."

  Jessie gave a small smile, and another nod. This all started with her romance book club. At the moment she was regretting letting her best friend Amanda talk her into joining that group of women. They had a little too much curiosity to understand that everything they read about didn't need to be explored. With her stomach quivering nervously, she attempted to keep up with Chase's long strides.

  She tried never to judge people by their looks, but even she couldn't help but notice how fine his jeans enhanced his well-formed backside. She suddenly found herself wondering how it would feel to have her hands grip said backside as he brought her body to heights of pleasure she'd yet to experience.

  Maybe laying off the steamy romance books was a good idea? Why else, after all these years of self-denial, was her libido deciding to kick in? Entering the room that looked more like an ancient torture chamber than a place where a person discovered pleasure, she took a step back and let out her breath quickly.

  He heard her gasp and turned to face her. "These objects can't hurt you, they’re just wood, leather, and chains." Smiling reassuringly, he waited for her to join him.

  Drawn by the sensual timbre of his voice, she entered the room. The strange cross in the back corner caught her attention. Letting her curiosity lead her, she found herself in front of it, her hand running over the smooth wood.

  The polished wood led up to embedded chains at the top. Dangling, angry looking leather cuffs drifted from the links. What would it feel like, she wondered, to be bound helplessly to this contraption without any way to escape? She shivered, and then turned her eyes back to the gorgeous man giving her the tour.

  He obviously noted her interest and gave a satisfied grin. "Why don't you strap me in so you can see what it looks like in use?"

  She quickly shook her head no. Strangely, the thought of this beautiful man trapped helplessly in the device had her body aching with something she wasn't ready to put a name to. It has to be the place, she thought. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She couldn't really want to explore the actions he was suggesting.

  "Maybe you'd prefer allowing me to control you this way instead?" Smirking, he motioned with his hand for her to step toward the cross.

  "No!" Flushing, she lowered her tone before speaking again. "I just have no idea how to attach you to this thing." Jessie’s heart was racing, and disgust was the furthest thing from her mind. She wanted to experience what it felt like to be completely helpless, and that terrified her beyond belief.

  "Don't worry. I'll walk you through it," Chase said, moving to position his body on the cross. He chuckled softly. "Just buckle me in with the wrist restraints."

  Awkwardly she buckled his strong hands into the contraption. Thankful for the small step-ladder that stood on each side of the expansive contraption, she had no problem reaching his wrists. He was almost completely immobile now, and that forced a small sigh from her lips. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she attempted to control the desire that had her clenching the muscles in her thighs. "What next?" She whispered the words, afraid he would know how the sight of him bound this way was turning her on.<
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  He struggled, and Jessie knew it was for her benefit to show that he couldn't release himself without help. "Look down at my feet. There are two ankle restraints there. Do the same thing."

  This shouldn't be so sexy, was what repeated in her head. She was almost panting at the delicious thoughts moving through her mind, and she had barely even touched him. Unconsciously, her hand moved up his covered leg as she stood. She needed to have more contact.

  He waited for her to stand before speaking again. "It's a strange sensation being on the receiving end for a change."

  "I guess this is what your women feel like?" Taking a step back, she hesitantly allowed her eyes to roam over him.

  "I don't have women, per sé. I choose to do this with a partner." Stretching his arms in the shackles, he shrugged. "At the moment, I'm single."

  "I admit I'm amazed you don't play around." Flushing, she stammered out, "What I meant was, I'm sure women are throwing themselves at ..." Stopping mid-sentence, she realized her words told him exactly how attractive she found him.

  "Thank you, I think," He smiled at the compliment. "So you find me irresistible, huh?"

  She could tell he knew just how attractive he was. "Incorrigible, perhaps." Grinning and rolling her eyes she decided to toy with him a little. "So I have you all tied up and completely at my mercy." The statement made her heart race and she couldn't resist studying his incredible physique. Even fully clothed in jeans and a dark t-shirt that accentuated his perfect body, he was unbelievably seductive.

  "If the situation was reversed, I'd have you begging by now."

  Catching her breath at his words and the smirk on his face, Jessie wet her lips without thought. "I should let you go." In more ways than one. He was obviously experienced in the game of seduction and she was no match for a man like him. Even if he made her mind ache to explore the possibilities, she was basically working without a script. Not giving him time to argue, she moved to the ankle cuffs, releasing them before unbinding his hands.