Page 3 of Sinful Seduction
“At least you asked me,” I snicker. “Tim married Aubree without even telling her about it.”
“Shut up.” Aubree stomps through the room, hugging a box of pots and pans to her chest. “He said sorry, and now we’re planning a proper wedding. It’ll be fine.”
“You make it sound far away. Like, something that’s happening months and months from now.”
She storms into the kitchen. “I said, shut up!”
“You’re getting married in a week, Doctor Emeri!” Laughing, I turn and make my way toward the front of the house. To the truck we all loathe.
The sooner we finish, the sooner Archer and I can escape this hellhole and be somewhere blissfully cool.
Alone.
The latter being the most important.
“You have one week, Malone.” I pass Tim in the hall and say nothing of the arrogant smirk he wears.He knows what he did.“One week until you’re no longer a divorced man. How does it feel to be on your second marriage already?”
“Divorce doesn’t count if I never filed the paperwork.” He spins on his heels and walks backwards. “I fake-filed those, and I’ll fake-file the new wedding certificate. At the end of the day, our original date stands. She’ll get over it.”
Snorting, I shake my head and cross the threshold to emerge outside,from not-too-bad, to barefoot-in-hell. The heat smacks me in the face, zapping what little energy I thought I’d recuperated inside. “Jesus.” I use a hand to shield my eyes from the blistering sun, and dropping my gaze, I stomp down the front steps of Malone Manor—not sure the name will catch on—and head around to the back of the truck. “Just thirty-seven million more boxes to go. It’s fine.”
ARCHER
Minka rises over me in the dark, her long mahogany locks tickling her bare flesh, her head tilting back with ecstasy, gifting me with the perfect view of her delicate throat. Her pulse pounds against the side of her neck. Her tits gently sway to the same rhythm as her hips. And because she’s so fucking flawless, she crushes my cock and rides me now that it’s damn near midnight and the sun has finally given us a break.
The summer heat remains within the walls, the bricks sucking warmth into their pores for eighteen hours of the day. We can’t even sleep with the bedroom door open, to give our single window something to work with, encouraging a flow of air to pass through. But none of that matters, not even the sweat that beads everywhere our skin touches, because I hold my wife’s hips in my palms. In the silence, she whimpers, breathless and desperate as shocks rocket through her body and into mine.
“Fuckkk, Minka.” I push up to my elbow and take her nipple between my lips, suckling on the hard tip until my brain could almost be convinced she alone could sustain my life. I choke out a desperate breath, clinging to my sanity and praying my balls don’t fail me too soon. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
“Feels so good.” She wraps her arms around my head and locks me closer, sliding her fingers through my hair and rocking over my cock. Shegroans, lifting with smooth movements, then dropping again and swallowing me up. “Archer…”
“Come here.” I release her nipple and tilt my head back, then I drag her down and thrill in the way our lips clash. In how her tongue duels with mine, and her hot breath fills my lungs. “I’ll never tire of this.”
“I hope not.” She glides over my lap with slow, mind-destroying strokes that stoke the fire in my belly. Building it. Taunting it. She bites my bottom lip just hard enough to make me hiss, to steal my release for half a beat as my brain scrambles to understand the next sensation, but then she squeezes my cock and brings me right back to where I was, crushed inside the fiery depths of her sweet pussy and loving every single moment of the pain.
I still taste her on my tongue. I know she tastes herself, too. I wrap my arm around her hip, my grip tight enough to bruise, and when she lifts, I position my hand and slip a finger into her asshole when she comes down again.
She bucks wild with pleasure, crying out. “Fuck, Archer!”
My phone bleats in the darkness, the ringtone as grating on my soul as if I’d hauled the side of my face over a barbed wire fence. Still, she lifts over my lap and sucks my soul clear out of my chest, then she drops and exhales again.
We’re just one person with two beating hearts.
“Ignore it,” she moans, quickening her pace to meet the frantic thunder of her pulse. “If you pretend you never heard it, it never happened.”
I fall backwards, hitting the pillows with a thump and robbing myself of her mouth. Her tongue. Her tits. But I still have her, I grudgingly admit. Her pussy slinging us toward completion, and her strong thighs carrying her all the way.
Blindly reaching out with my left hand, I knock a water bottle from the bedside table and send it toppling to the floor. A notebook. I hit the alarm clock, slamming it against the wall with a noisy clatter. But then I lay my palm over my vibrating phone and rip the fucker right off its charger cable.
“I’d prefer to pretend we didn’t hear it.” Minka leans over me, her hair like a blanket on my chest, and her lips forming a perfect O around my nipple. She bites, following the sting with a gentle lave of her tongue. She suckles, then switches sides and ensures she’s fair in all the things she does. “I’m so close to coming, Archer. I don’t want to invite them in yet.”
I pull her back by her hair and earn her look of disbelief, then I clapmy hand over her mouth to silence her panting breaths, and at the same time, I answer my phone and bring the device to my ear. “Detective Archer Malone.”
“We got one, Arch.” Already on the move, Fletch passes through his apartment, either already having made, or currently making, arrangements for Mia to be cared for in his absence. “Dispatch called. Incident out by the bay. One confirmed dead, one being treated for gunshot wounds.”
Ecstasy boils in my blood, stealing my focus so all I see is Minka. Work?Gone. Fletch?Doesn’t exist. She’s all I feel. Fuck, she’s all I know.
“Archer? You copy?”
