Page 57 of His Wild Seduction

The elevator doors opened and before I could say anything to Mario, I noticed something off.

The lights were low. Like real low.

A deep bass was pumping through the sound system, and I recognized an older R&B song was playing.

It was the kind of song that made you think about sex and nothing but sex.

I breathed in, and the scent of candles burning reached my senses. Without thinking, I drew my weapon.

What the fuck was going on?

“I thought you said no one came up?” I growled at Mario, who, mimicking me, also drew his weapon.

“No one did, sir. Not from the elevator.”

But that left the emergency staircase.

“Check the footage of the stairwell?—”

“On it,” he growled, seemingly angry with himself.

The sound of moaning reached my ears, and if I heard it, that meant Mario did as well.

Red tainted the edges of my vision as I walked deeper into the condo.

My fucking condo.

Where my wife was currently moaning, listening to sexy, let’s fuck music when she was supposedly by herself.

My nerves were on edge. My hackles rose and my inner beast, the Big Bad Wolf, growled inside of me.

My muscles bunched, and I was ready to attack.

“Stay fucking here,” I ordered.

“Yes, Boss,” Mario replied.

His eyes were on his screen, and I assumed he was checking footage for the last hour.

There were alarms supposedly in place for those stairs. No one should have been able to access them without my knowledge.

But something was fucking going on, and I needed to know what.

Gun high, I turned towards the master bedroom, where the sounds were louder.

Running water. Heavy bass. Soft, breathy moans.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Exhaling slowly and trying for a calm I sure as fuck didn’t feel, I opened the door to the guest bedroom stealthily.

My mouth dropped fucking open.

Holy. Shit.

The adjoining bathroom door was wide open, giving me a perfect view of what, or rather, who was inside.

The thing about this condo was it was all window walls and mirrors. I mean, every bathroom had mirrored walls.