The Sculptor's Seduction (The Gentlemen's Guild Book 2)

by Dr. Rebecca Sharp

  There was more – there would always be more – but, for right now, this was more than enough. Their lips remained sealed together for minutes on end – licking, nipping, tasting, and teasing each other in the sweetest way.

  She pulled his lip into her mouth and sucked, releasing it to moan his name.

  “Not this time, angel,” he began, a devilish smile slipping onto his face. “This time, I’m going to make love to you properly… in a bed.”

  She let out a gasp as his arms moved underneath her and he hoisted her up, carrying her into the neighboring room to slowly lay her on the soft mattress. Her hair spilled out around her as she lay sprawled out and naked to his gaze. She watched that gaze as it trailed down the length of her body, her nipples tightening, her core clenching, as it passed over those tender spots.

  Returning to meet her eyes, he asked, “What do you want, Cyn? Tell me what to do.” His hands twitched with the need to touch her.

  “Sculpt me,” she whispered. “Love me.”

  His eyes lit at her words and he growled in acquiescence. His hands began with her face, her mouth parting as he traced lightly over the soft skin. Then, onto her neck and shoulders, he skimmed and then pushed with varying pressure in an erotic massage that quickly set her body on fire. Down and back each arm he continued the torture and she wondered just what she had asked for.

  “Sloane…” She gasped and arched off the bed as he repeated the same, repetitive hard-soft pressure over her swollen, tender breasts. Every nuance of his touch was almost exactly how she’d seen him when he’d worked on the sculpture – hard and soft pressure, cutting into the stone with varying force. Her feet dug into the bed as he gave the same style of attention to her nipples, softly grazing and then firmly pressing, each caress shooting sparks straight to her core. She felt like her body was about to explode into a million tiny pieces.

  It was a miracle that the statue of her didn’t come alive after being subjected to a touch like this.

  She drew in a long shaky breath as his hands finally continued their journey down over her stomach and onto her legs. The sensual massage feeling exquisite on the muscles that, while also sore from painting, had just been tensed and taut from the pleasure of his touch.

  And then he was at her core, soft on her sex as he pressed his fingers firmly inside of her. Her hands fisted in the sheet, her teeth digging into her lower lip, closing in on her orgasm.

  “Sloane,” she begged. “Love me.”

  He growled deeply as his hands left her and she felt the bed sink underneath his weight as he climbed between her thighs. Her vision blinked back into focus to find him watching her, his impossibly large erection protruding from in front of him. When he saw that he had her gaze, he wrapped his hand around his hard length, lowering himself to her entrance.

  He hissed as the blunt head of his arousal touched her moist heat. She tried to arch against him but his hands quickly found her hips, holding her steady as he slowly filled her. Inch after delicious inch, Cyn felt herself stretching to accommodate him once again.

  He moaned her name once he was completely sheathed inside of her. Releasing her hips, he bent over her and claimed her mouth as he began to claim her body. His thrusts were slow but firm; and just like he had done to the rest of her body, he began to sculpt her pleasure from the inside out.

  She moaned over and over again – some semblance of his name escaping her lips as she begged for more.

  It didn’t take long for him to be too overtaken with his need before he heeded her pleas. He began to plunge harder and faster inside of her. Her body’s reaction and the mewls of pleasure that escaped from her lips left no room to question whether or not he was being too rough, since every move and sound was only to beg for more.

  The air around them sparked with the charge of their desire, like the air before a huge thunderstorm. Mouths locked in an attempt to ground themselves, their lungs dragged in electrified breaths as their bodies raced towards the tempest. Cyn felt the current of her orgasm bolt through her. Her mouth broke from his as she screamed his name, the heat and pressure from her release sent a sexual shock wave through his body as he rammed into her one last time, his orgasm booming through his body. Like thunder and lightning, he crashed into her and she struck through him and they came together. The aftermath of the storm was their love showering down around them, soaking through every hurt and cleansing every pain. They slowly came back down from the clouds into a sated serenity only marred by the sound of their breathing.

  A few minutes later, Sloane pulled out of her and fell to the side. He gathered her in his arms, her head resting perfectly on his chest.

  “I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered against her hair.

  “I know,” she whispered back, snuggling further against him.

  “I love you, angel.” He tipped her chin up, catching her sleepy gaze for a second before he lightly touched his lips to her.

  “I love you, too, Sloane.”

  They both drifted off into a sound sleep as the clouds of their pasts cleared, revealing the bright, warm sun as it alighted over their future together.

  Chapter 29

  “Time to wake up, gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear.

  She was sprawled across his chest, her dark hair streaking across his skin. It was the most incredible sight to behold.

  Like the sunrise, he knew he’d never get tired of waking up to this.

  He’d been awake for some time just watching her sleep peacefully. Replaying the events of yesterday over again in his mind, he still struggled to believe that they were real – but the undeniable… soft, warm, sexy… proof was lying in his arms.

  After they’d napped in bed for a good few hours yesterday, well, they’d decided to make it their permanent residence for the day. Their only contact with the outside world was to order some Chinese take-out and to text Ellie that she was ok. They’d eaten, talked… He’d figured out every spot on her body that was ticklish – and then double-checked a few that weren’t.

  She’d teased and tormented him to the point where he thought he’d expire from exhaustion; and then she would give him that look, and he’d be ready to have her again.

  Her eyes blinked open barely as she came out of her sleep.

  “Good morning,” he said hoarsely unable to stop a smile from spreading on his face.

  “Mmm…” she moaned.

  “I love you.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying it again – not only because he felt like he might explode if he didn’t, but also because when he did…

  Her eyes opened fully to look at him, alight with pleasure. Her mouth parted, pink tinted her cheeks, and she smiled at him. It was that smile that took the voice from his chest, the strength from his body, and the breath from his lungs. Her smile was pure, ethereal joy – like when she danced, but more. Knowing that his love meant more to her than that – made her feel more than that… Christ, it made him feel so damn good.

  “I need your face to stay like that,” he murmured and immediately it faltered. “I mean the expression – how you look when I tell you that I love you. That’s what I want to sculpt; that’s what I’ve been trying to picture these past few weeks but couldn’t.”

  And the smile was back.

  “Oh.” She pushed up and kissed him. “Well, I think I can do that… as long as you keep telling me that you love me.”

  “That I can do, angel.” He kissed along her jawline, whispering those words to her with each touch of his lips.

  She sighed, her hand coming to rest on his chest before it began a slow descent underneath the covers.

  “Mmm.” He groaned, capturing her wrist with his hand. “If you continue like that, I’m going to end up putting a whole different expression on your face, gorgeous.” His eyes darkened with promise. “And as much as I want to do that, I want to finish sculpting you first before I have to go into work.”

  She gave him a small pouty face – one that made him want to take that l
uscious lower lip of hers into his mouth – and then quickly turned from him to slide out of the bed and walk into the bathroom.

  Maybe he should just keep her in bed all day… screw the sculpture…

  But, he couldn’t. That sculpture meant something; as much as he could tell her that he loved her, as much as she’d moved on from the false perceptions of herself that Marcus inflicted on her, he still needed Cyn to see herself like he did.

  She walked out of the bathroom and came to stop about a foot from his side of the bed. Her arms reaching up above her head as she sexily stretched in front of him.

  Damn vixen was trying to kill him, he thought as his arousal throbbed underneath the covers. And then, with a coy look that said she knew exactly what she was doing to him, she sauntered out of the room towards the studio.

  Throwing the covers off of him, he yanked his jeans on uncomfortably over his erection, not even bothering with a shirt, and followed Cyn’s path into the studio.

  She stood next to her marbled self, her hand resting on her stone stomach. Looking over her shoulder, she eyed him deviously, letting her hand drift lower on the statue.

  Sloane groaned inwardly. “Over on the carpet, vixen. Now.” He instructed, watching her body move over to the spot – the subtle flex of her toned muscles as she gracefully resumed the same position as the statue.

  “Can I ask you something?” Her soft voice called to him as he pulled out the smaller instruments that he needed to work on the features of her face.

  “Anything.”

  “Why did you pick me? That night at the Roof… why did you change your mind?”

  He began to work as he thought of how to answer. “I think I saw that you weren’t who you were trying to be. I—”

  “Sloane!” Their heads jerked towards the door, hearing someone yelling his name as they bounded up the stairs.

  “What the hell…” He swore, glancing at Cyn just as the door opened and Sebastian walked inside.

  “Oh, shit!” GQ cursed, turning towards the hall when he realized that Cyn was naked. “Shit, Cyn—”

  “What the fuck Sebastian!” Sloane yelled as he stalked over to the side of the room to grab a sheet for Cyn to wrap around herself. “Don’t you fucking know how to knock?”

  “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I wasn’t expecting…”

  “No shit you weren’t expecting, otherwise I would hope that you wouldn’t have just barged in here.”

  He felt a hand on his arm.

  “Sloane, it’s fine. Sebastian,” Cyn interjected calmly, “don’t worry about it. It’s not like you haven’t seen most of this before. Plus,” she emphasized, turning her gaze pointedly to him. “Sebastian is gay, remember?”

  Sloane stared back at her. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

  Of course, Cyn didn’t see it as a big deal – she didn’t know about Sebastian… she didn’t know that he wasn’t actually gay. And that meant that her being naked was much more of a show than she realized.

  “You can turn around Sebastian, it’s fine,” she continued.

  He groaned. “No, you can’t.” Cyn stared up at him in blatant confusion.

  “What do you mean? I have the sheet.”

  “Yeah and it’s practically see-through,” he growled at her. “Just go back into the hall and then Cyn, you can get to the bedroom and change.”

  Her arms crossed over her chest – of course she wasn’t going to make it that easy.

  “Seriously, Sloane, what is going on? He’s seen me much more naked. And. He. Is. Gay.” She said it as though he hadn’t heard her the first time. “What’s going on, Sebastian? Is everything ok? Are you here because of Tash?”

  “Sebastian…” he said tightly, wishing the damn model would have stepped into the conversation already instead of standing there while he continued to look like more and more of an ass. Although, judging by the way he gripped his forehead, Sebastian was struggling how to handle the situation.

  “Cyn.” Sebastian’s smooth tenor entered the dialogue. “I’ll step outside so you can go change.”

  “I’m not leaving this room until someone tells me what is going on. Because there is something else going on here… something that you two aren’t telling me.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “You should have called first, man…” he grumbled – not that it made any difference now.

  “I did. You should have answered,” Seb retorted.

  “Sloane!” Cyn yelled. “What is going on? Does this have to do with Tash? Is she ok?”

  “Christ,” he swore, seeing the tears forming in her eyes now that she thought something had happened to her friend. “Sorry, GQ, but if you don’t tell her what is going on, I’m going to have to.”

  They heard him sigh heavily, resting his hands on the doorframe, before the truth spilled out. “Cyn, I’m not a model. I’m an undercover FBI agent and I’ve been working to expose and arrest Julian Sanchez for the past three years.” He paused. “And I’m also not gay.”

  Cyn looked back and forth between the two men in front of her, wondering if she’d really just heard what she thought she did.

  Sebastian… agent… not gay…

  She was speechless.

  “How… What… I don’t…” She stuttered out.

  “Angel.” Sloane cupped her face, turning it up to his. “Why don’t you go get dressed so that we can sit down and talk about this? Give yourself a minute to process and Sebastian a minute to figure out his shit.” She looked up at him blankly and then his lips swooped down and claimed hers. His brief, thorough kiss grounded her.

  “Ok,” she whispered. She shook her head, trying to sift off the fog from her thoughts as she gathered the sheet tight around her and moved towards the door.

  Sebastian stepped to the other side of Sloane’s studio and turned to the wall so that she could walk by him and into the bedroom. She pulled on her clothes in a rush, thoughts and questions bombarding her mind.

  Why hadn’t he told her? Why had he told Sloane? What about Cam? Was Cam gay? Was Cam even Cam? What did he know about Julian? Was Tash safe? Why had he come to see Sloane?

  She swallowed hard, then thinking about all the times he’d been at the club and she’d danced for him – sometimes overly provocative, in her mind as a joke, since she’d been under the assumption that it wouldn’t have interested him.

  When she walked back into the studio, Sebastian had taken a seat on the couch, but Sloane was still standing not that far from where she’d left him. When she walked inside, he immediately met her, kissing her once more; whether it was out of love to calm her or out of love to show Sebastian just whose woman she was… or maybe it was a little bit of both.

  Either way, warmth radiated through her stomach.

  Sebastian cleared his throat, a blatant attempt to remind them that they did still have an audience.

  “Make this quick GQ. I need to get to work,” Sloane began as he grasped her hand.

  Seb glared at Sloane before turning a softer gaze to her. “First, I want to say I’m sorry, Cyn. Unfortunately, all of this… all the lies… comes with the job. I’ll start with the basics. Like I said, I’m not gay and neither is Cam; he’s my handler. We’ve been working to uncover Sanchez’s drug smuggling operation for the past few years and passing ourselves off as a gay couple made it easier for us to go places and acquire information without drawing attention to ourselves,” he began. Noticing her confused stare, he clarified with “Sanchez’s crowd likes to frequent places where women… ahh… are very forward; turning them down without an obvious reason would be suspicious.”

  “So, all this time that you’ve been coming to the club…” The sadness in her voice was clear – wondering if her friendship with him – them – had been a sham, too.

  “Cyn, let’s be clear – you are my friend. No matter what my job really is, that doesn’t change.” She felt Sloane squeeze her fingers in support. “Some nights – many nights – we did co
me to see you. But, we did originally frequent the club because a lot of Sanchez’s associates would go there. We were hoping at some point, he would show up there as well… have a few drinks… let something slip.” His face hardened. “But, he’s too cautious for that. So, after the first few months, once we came to this conclusion, we did mostly come to the club to see you.”

  She nodded slowly, her mind working a thousand miles ahead of where he’d left off. “So, that’s why you came back to see Tash? Because she had information for your case…”

  Here his gaze dropped to the floor and immediately, she recalled seeing him with Tash the night she’d brought her to Terri’s… the way he’d looked at her and cared for her.

  “I wanted to make sure she was ok. Sanchez is fucking dangerous, Cyn. You both have no idea just what we are up against.” He let out a hard laugh. “I’ve been chasing this fucker for almost three years now and some days I feel like we’re no closer to catching him than the day I ‘came out of the closet.’”

  “Is she safe?”

  “Honestly, Cyn, she will never be safe until Sanchez is dead or in jail. If there is one thing I have learned about him, it’s that he doesn’t tolerate loose ends; Tash is a loose end and he won’t stop until he’s tied her up and disposed of her.”

  Her whole body shivered and even though Sloane’s arm immediately came around her, the thought still left her cold.

  “What do we do?” she asked, her voice cracking in the middle of the question. Before he could answer, another question popped into her mind. “And why were you here to see Sloane?” She looked up, searching for those calm blue eyes that she knew so well, but found him looking just as intently at Sebastian, wondering the same thing.

  “I… approached Sloane the other day because I needed to know where Tash was.” He stood and began to pace, glancing every so often into the large mirror at the two of them as they watched and listened. “After she told me what happened… what she had seen and what that motherfucker did, I knew you guys could have no idea what you were up against.” He paused to take a deep breath, calming his rage. “I couldn’t say anything without talking to Cam first and by the time I got back… Well, you were there, Cyn; you know I was too late. So, before I could offer to help – or even try to get any more information about what she had seen – you had devised a plan of your own and she was whisked into it.”