Sin for Love

by Claudia Bradshaw

  “Well, not at first,” she laughed. “At first, when I met him and got the invitation, he said his name was George. It wasn’t until we had been here for a while and I was in the bathroom that Mom found me and told me what was going on. I’m so calling him George instead of Reese,” she said.

  I let her go back to her conversation. She had received the invitation weeks ago. Reese had been planning this for that long?

  I was still lost in my head, processing the events of the night when Reese was suddenly at my side. “Beautiful, everyone has gone home. Are you ready to go to our room?”

  “Our room?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Yes. I booked the mansion for the night. We have a room waiting for us upstairs.” He leaned in and pulled me to him, his eyes locking mine in a possessive gaze. “I need to watch you come,” he said in a growl that sounded pained.

  We rode the elevator up to the second story, and Reese led me down the hall to our room. Stepping inside, I saw the biggest four-poster bed I could have imagined. This thing was bigger than a California king. “Whoa! That’s a big bed!” I blurted out.

  “I remember you liking big things. I’m going to make love to you all over it,” Reese replied after he closed and locked the door. He walked over to me. “I knew that this dress was going to look amazing on you, but right now, I want to see it on the floor.”

  “You even picked out the dress?”

  “Yes. I even picked out the dress,” he said and turned me around so that my back was to him. He started unlacing the ties in the corset top. “I need to see you,” he whispered behind my ear.

  After loosening the top enough, he let the material fall to my feet, leaving me in only my lacy purple thong.

  “Purple, huh?” he asked.

  I shrugged and simply said, “It matches the dress.”

  Reese pulled my thong down my legs to the floor, where I was still standing in the middle of my dress. “Now it matches the dress,” he said as he moved close enough to me that I could feel his erection pressing into me just above my ass.

  He reached around my waist and dipped his fingers into the wetness that was between my legs and started rubbing slow circles on my clit while pulling me back against his hardness. Then he turned me around and stepped back a half step to look at me.

  “So fucking perfect,” he said and he captured my lips in a passionate kiss. He pulled back to help me step out of the material of the dress, and I lifted my foot behind me to slip off my high heel when Reese stopped me and said, “No, I want you to keep those on, and I want to taste you.”

  Reese picked me up, sat me on the high bed, and lifted my legs to rest the back of my calves on his shoulders. Using both thumbs, he spread my lips apart. “So beautiful.” I felt him breathe the words against my sensitive folds just before his tongue darted out to taste me. “So delicious.” Again his hot breath reached my skin. “And all mine.” Then he swirled his tongue around my clit, sending me over the edge.

  Standing up and leaning over me, Reese kissed my lips, his tongue only darting in long enough for me to taste myself on him. He pushed me farther up onto the bed, quickly tore his tuxedo off, and climbed on top of me. Reaching down between my legs, he pushed a finger into my pussy, curving the tip to play with my sensitive cluster just inside. He moved his other hand to my breast, cupping it while he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I felt sparks of anticipation rushing to where I was riding his hand as his body covered mine. I let go and the waves washed over me, sending liquid to coat his hand.

  “I will never get enough of watching you come,” he said.

  “Reese, I need you.”

  “I’m here.”

  “No, Reese. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Reese.”

  “I’ve got you,” he said and pushed his thick, hard cock deep into my pussy.

  He didn’t take his usual time torturing me with slow strokes. Instead, he was like a man who had been walking the desert for days without water as he pumped his cock into me hard and fast. I was losing myself in him and there was nowhere I would rather be. I was taken under by another orgasm crashing into me just as I felt Reese’s body tighten in his own release, the pumping of his cock slowing down as he enjoyed prolonging our pleasure.

  I looked up into his eyes and he said, “Tessa Rain Donahue, I love you.”

  Seven Sins

  “Tessa”

  The last few months had been a whirlwind of craziness. Reese had convinced me that Mission Beach was in desperate need of its own burlesque club. I think he’d just used it as an excuse to get me to move out there, but he’d convinced me nonetheless. So with a bittersweet heart, I’d left The Happy Valley and moved into Reese’s house on the beach to open my own club, appropriately named Seven Sins.

  I had never imagined the amount of work that was needed to open a club. First we’d had to find the right location, which happened to be an abandoned warehouse about three blocks from Reese’s shop. Then we’d had to have it completely remodeled. It had been a no-brainer on who to turn to as we pulled Alayna in to help with that. She had gone to school to become a designer after all and had been happy to walk away from working in a men’s clothing store to help us. She’d made the suggestion to section the club off into seven stages, and each stage would use a different sin for the theme. It was going to be amazing.

  When Jessica heard about the club, she’d asked if she could come work for me. We’d made her the headliner for the Envy room. We still enjoyed a round of Tequila-O’s every now and then. Reese kept begging to join us, and maybe someday we’d let him, but for now it was just girl time and we were having fun coming up with new rules. Just last weekend Jessica and I had gotten together to work on her dance choreography and I’d thought up a new rule. She could take a shot but she had to do it while sucking on my pussy, and if she spilled any, she had to take another. She had been such a messy girl, but I’d started to think she had been spilling on purpose.

  So after signing Jessica to headline for Envy, we’d still needed to find other talent. Luckily for me, Raegan and Myles had agreed to come into town and help with the auditions. Four weeks later, we’d had our full cast and had even hired our own version of The Kittens that they had at The Happy Valley—we named them The Saints. I loved how Alayna had designed their outfits. They were a good contrast to the deep colors in each room as they were dressed in white lingerie with white stockings and white heels. We’d just needed some good bartenders and the muscle, and we’d found both easily. Bruno even came to work for us a couple nights a week, I always looked forward to his hugs.

  It was opening night at Seven Sins and my nerves were shot. I just knew something was going to go wrong. I had it all worked up in my head. I even had a scenario that the building was going to be struck by lightning and it didn’t matter that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

  Raegan was a master at advertising and had blanketed the city with fliers. By nine o’clock, the line to get in was wrapped around the block. At fifty bucks a pop to get in, we were going to make a killing that night.

  Reese had been working on a surprise for me during our construction phase, so I hadn’t been allowed up in the manager’s box before the show started. I knew that the box was up on the second floor in a room the foreman had used when this building was occupied before. The only way up were stairs running along the wall. Reese had hung curtains on the outside that made it so I couldn’t see inside, but I could tell they had pulls on them so I was sure they’d open up pretty easily. I trusted him with what would be my office, but I couldn’t wait to see what was inside.

  I looked over to see Reese climbing down the stairs and walked over to him. “It’s killing me not knowing what you’re doing up there. When do I get to see it?” I asked.

  “We’ll go up right before the show starts,” he said and kissed my temple. “Are you ready to open the doors?”

  “I might piss myself when we do, but yes. Let’s go let the sinners in,” I said. Reese laughed
, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and led me to the front doors.

  I stood in front of the long line of people. Alayna had put up a big red ribbon and somehow she’d found a pair of gold scissors. Placing them in my hands, Reese whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

  I walked up to the ribbon and placed it between the gleaming blades of the scissors. Looking out at the crowd, I paused, took a deep breath, and yelled “Who’s ready for some sin?” The crowd went wild, and I heard the cheering grow and extend as it was moving through the line.

  I relished in the sound for just a few seconds before slicing the ribbon and letting the ends fall to the ground. Reese grabbed me and rushed me into the club before Bruno let the people start coming in.

  When we walked back inside, Alayna, Raegan, Myles, Marcus, Jake, and Jessica were all waiting for me by the bar, holding up shots of Tequila. They all slammed their empty hands down on the bar at the same time, yelled, “Tequila-O!” and then raised their shots to me.

  Myles took it a step further by closing his eyes and tipping his head back. After a moment, he started shuddering, his whole body shaking violently. “Oh yeah, that was a good one,” he said, and everyone began laughing.

  We did another couple of rounds of shots to celebrate, and after pulling me in for a tight hug, Jessica excused herself to get ready for her dance.

  I looked up at Reese and said, “Is it time yet?”

  “It is time,” he said and took my hand, leading me through the crowd that had gathered around us at the bar toward the surprise he had been working so hard on. We got to the top of the stairs when he said, “Close your eyes. I want you to be surprised.” Reese opened the door, led me into the room, and closed the door behind him. Then I heard him moving around the room before he came back to stand next to me. “Okay, it is ready. You can open your eyes now.”

  I opened my eyes and my heart filled with love when I looked around the room. He had taken this dirty foreman room and turned it into a gorgeous office. The floor was covered with soft gray carpet, there were black leather couches lining the walls, and pushed up against the windows that I knew looked out over the club was a dark desk that stretched the entire length of the room. It was perfect.

  “Reese, it is absolutely perfect!” I whispered and kissed him for all I was worth.

  “You haven’t even seen the best part, Tessa,” he said while pulling on a rope that raised the curtains on the outside. They pulled up like the ones at the theater. “You remember that I had this glass replaced, right?”

  “Right. It was cracked in the corner.”

  “Yes, it was. But I didn’t put just regular glass in here. This glass is special. You can see out, but nobody can see in.” People in the crowd below must have seen the curtains lifting because their heads turned up to look up into my room. I walked over to the window and raised my hand to waive at them, but nobody waived back, and Reese laughed. Walking up behind me, he said, “So you see, up here we’re out of sight. Up here, we can see them but they can’t see us. Up here, we can do whatever we want to.”

  I watched as the house lights went down and the stage lights came up on the first stage. Reese wrapped his arms around me, pulled my long hair over my shoulder, and pressed his lips to my neck. After kissing me lightly, he put his teeth to my skin and bit down, making me soak my panties.

  “The first time we were alone in a room together, you bit me when you came. I would find it only appropriate if you came again tonight.” And he pulled my short leather miniskirt up to my hips, exposing my thong. He moved the thin, now wet, material of my thong to the side and sank two of his fingers between my lips. “Oh, Tessa. You are always wet for me.”

  “That is because you are always whispering dirty thoughts in my ear,” I said as I leaned back against his chest.

  Reese unbuttoned two of the buttons on my black silk shirt and reached inside to cup my breast. “I love holding you like this, capturing you in my arms.”

  The thought of him controlling me sent delicious chills down my spine. As I looked out at the crowd, I watched as men adjusted their pants and women crossed their legs, clenching their thighs together for just a moment, trying to quell their arousal, if even for just a moment. Knowing that I was secretly watching these people who were being turned on by watching the erotic show I had put together was one of the biggest turn-ons I had ever felt.

  I heard Reese pull his zipper down, and I put my hands on the dark wood of the desk that was in front of me. I raised my hips to push my waiting pussy toward him as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it up and down my wet slit from my clit to my ass. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I waited for him to be lined up perfectly and pushed back, shoving my pussy down on his hard length.

  He grabbed my hips, his fingers pushing into my skin, and I knew I was going to have marks from his fingertips that were tightening on me. With his hands on my hips, Reese let me set the pace. He stood behind me, not moving, just letting me enjoy watching my club while riding his cock. It was the sweetest thing he had done for me yet. Just as the first set was ending, I came hard on Reese, who took the controls for me and punished my pussy with his cock, slamming into me until he found his release, and we collapsed on the desk. When we recovered, we cleaned up in the bathroom attached to the office.

  Looking out at my club with Reese standing by my side, I thought about everything we had been through. It still amazed me that our love had survived. Gluttony, lust, greed, sloth, envy, wrath, and pride had brought us together. I knew beyond a doubt that, for the rest of our lives, we would sin for love.

  EPILOGUE

  “Tessa”

  Mom had really done a great job putting together everything for the wedding while I had been in Mission Beach. She had talked to the caterers and decided on the menu, the flowers, and even the wedding cake. I had been having regular dress fittings in California and couldn’t wait for Reese to see me walk down the aisle.

  We had decided to have our pre-wedding dinner at McCools, the restaurant where Reese and I went on our first date. What he didn’t know was that when he was working during the day, I’d been taking regular Shuffleboard lessons from Bruno. I had perfected the art of sliding those shitty little disks down the long, sandy board. I had a plan to get Reese back for what he had done to me the first time we were here.

  Almost everyone knew the story and they were keeping my practice a secret. So after we finished dinner, Myles stepped away to order the drink for Reese. I waited for him to signal me that he had the disgusting mixture in place before I tipped my head toward Reese and said, “Want to play?”

  He laughed and pushed out his chair. “Sure, baby. I’ll try not to kick your ass too bad.”

  I followed him toward the shuffle board, picking up the Jäger bomb from the bar on the way over without him seeing me. “Well it would only be right if we played, Reese. But here,” I said as I held out the glass to him. “This time you have to drink this.” I couldn’t contain my laughter, and I was spilling all over my hand.

  He took the glass from me, slammed the drink, and then said, “Okay, now I’m going hard on you. Your ass is mine.” And he picked up the first puck, sliding it down the table, getting himself two points.

  I picked up my puck and, just before sliding it down the table, blew a kiss at him and said, “No, baby. Your ass is mine.” Sending the puck gliding down the table, I watched it crash into his and send it flying off before spinning to a stop farther down, earning me five points.

  He stood up and turned back to the wedding party, who were enjoying drinks at the table, and yelled, “Okay, who’s ass do I need to kick for teaching my girl how to play?” Bruno started whistling, looking anywhere but at Reese.

  Writing this book has been the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I want to thank some of the people in my life who I couldn’t live without.

  Big thank you to my husband for loving me even when I was ornery or crying for unknown
reasons, you helped me have the courage to pull this off. And to my daughter who is a constant source of hilarious material. I love you both so much.

  Alecia - Thank you for always being there through my obsessions, freak-outs, and late night texts. You are the best friend a girl could have!

  Alessandra - I will never be able to thank you enough for your kind words of support and guidance.

  To the best Writers Guild in the world where it all started - you ROCK!

  Beta Readers - I <3 you all so much! Thank you for your honest feedback and encouragement.

  And my dear NaNoWriMo Support Group thank you for sprinting, chatting, laughing, and crying with me. I’ve met so many wonderful authors here and I cherish every one of you.

  If you are reading this THANK YOU!

  About the author

  Claudia currently resides next to the mountains but dreams of the beach. She is married to her lost then found high school love and has a teenage daughter who gives her stomachaches from laughing so hard together.

  Claudia has an almost superhuman ability to obsess over whatever strikes her fancy. She spends her time adding to her ever growing tattoo collection, writing, and perfecting the Tequila-O with her ever present seven bottles of Jose.

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