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  Indulging Sin

  W. Lynn Chantale

  Indulging Sin

  A C. L. Williams Publishing Publication

  April 19, 2013

  Copyright © 2013, W. Lynn Chantale

  Cover illustration copyright © (Elaina Lee)

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

  Published by: C. L. Williams Publishing.

  Dedication

  I would like to take a moment to thank my editor, thank for everything. A special thank to my family, friends, and to the readers and fans. Tops to Pure Pro Wrestling of Flint, MI. You are a fantastic group of people.

  As always I thank Godfor blessing me with this talent.

  Previous Works:

  Seducing His Wife

  Breaking Delia’s Rules

  Mistletoe Mambo

  Decadent Seconds

  The Designer’s Bride

  The Pick-Up Wife

  Lust and Bound

  Street Safe

  Stealing Christmas

  Winters’ Thaw

  Mistletoe Blues

  Duty and Pleasure

  The Baker’s Touch

  Pinning Casanova

  Tag Team Beauty Queen

  Safe Promises

  “Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”

  “Well, I’m working on it.”

  “I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”

  “All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”

  “You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”

  Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.

  “And Julius?”

  “Yes?”

  “You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.

  He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.

  “C’min,” Moses called.

  The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.

  No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy. A warm hand skimmed his spine, before squeezing his ass.

  Her throaty chuckle only made his dick harder. Dad-blasted female.

  “Not even gonna to turn around and say hi?” A playful note clung to her sultry voice. “C’mon, Moses, don’t tell me you’re afraid of my big brother.”

  “Hardly.”

  He was by no means a coward, but he’d lost a valuable partnership because of the woman at his back. And there was so much more he was willing to risk to keep her in his life. In his bed.

  She brushed against his rear, pressing her firm breasts into his back. Her slim hands splayed across his chest, wandered over his flat stomach, and dared to linger at his waistband. He stood still, his body going haywire at her closeness. He grasped her wrists when her fingers went to the snap on his jeans.

  “Sin. Why are you here?”

  Her throaty chuckle only tightened the knot of tension in his stomach and made his cock ache and throb. Yeah, her name was perfect. She inspired temptation and his resolve was dissipating faster than his erection.

  “Not until you turn around and face me.”

  Inhaling a breath, he spun on his heel to face her and wished he hadn’t. The dark trench coat she wore was held open by her hands on her hips, showcasing her light blue corset and matching garter. Damn. Black, thigh-high stockings and fuck-me black peep toes completed her ensemble.

  If she was here to tempt him, it was working. All that expanse of mocha latte skin exposed for his pleasure and there was no more room in his crotch for his monster hard-on. She drifted a scorching gaze over him, lingering on the avid bulge in his jeans, then licked her lips. He had half a mind to bend her over his desk and seek relief in her more than welcoming depths.

  Her mouth quirked in a saucy smirk, almost as if she knew the thoughts circling in his head. She shifted and offered him better view of her breasts, which were straining against the top of the lingerie.

  Moses stifled a groan. Yeah, she was living up to her name. Sin in high heels. He folded his arms across his chest, anything to keep from reaching for her.

  “What do you want, Sin?”

  She shrugged from the coat, a graceful movement of her shoulders that had the garment pooling at her feet. She dragged a fingernail over his forearm. Fire danced in her wake and his cock twitched as if she’d stroke him there.

  Enough of this. It was time to let her know who was in control. He tilted his head to the side and winged a brow. She let her hand fall, and dropped to her knees. The heart-shaped pendant at her throat caught the light and pleasure stole through him at the sight. She hadn’t taken it off.

  “I thought it was obvious, Moses. I want you.”

  Well she always had spoken her mind.

  He walked around her, taking in the supple curve of her shoulders, the way the corset dipped at her waist and pushed her lush bosom forward. He stared at the curve of her spine and frowned. The bottom was loosened. He liked his woman with a little cushion, but if she was no longer able to fit the corset he just purchased...maybe the sizes ran small. His gaze wandered farther down, admiring the back seam on her stockings.

  He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she lowered her bottom to rest on her heels. Two weeks away from her and he only wanted to run his hands all over her. But one thing was certain. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

  “I’m really not in the mood for drama right now and you bring drama.”

  Her lower lip quivered into a pout and all he could think about was tasting the ripeness of her mouth. She lowered her lashes, but not before a flash of hurt flitted through her light brown eyes.

  He sighed as guilt kicked him hard. It wasn’t her fault her brother was a jackass or that the relationship she and Moses shared was molten. He offered her his hand. When her smaller digits grasped his he helped her to her feet, stepped back, and folded his arms again.

/>   She moved closer. “I can definitely make up for the drama.”

  He unfolded his arms, raising a hand to stop her forward progress, and wished he hadn’t. Somehow his palm found her breast and his hand took on a mind of its own, caressing the swell of her luscious breasts above the black lace of her corset.

  That was fine by him. He was already lost, condemned the moment she walked through his door.

  Moses curved one arm around her narrow waist and hauled her soft front against the hard length of his body. Desire flared in her irises while her lips parted in an unspoken invitation. He accepted and issued one of his own.

  She yielded to the demands of his kiss, like he knew she would. The sweet intoxication of her mouth reminded him of starlight and promises. Moses flicked his tongue along the seam of her lips and hers darted out to meet his.

  He dragged her closer, flattening her breasts to his chest as his hand swept down the curve of her spine. The satin of her corset whispered beneath his fingertips, over the lush swell of her hips to grasp one bared ass cheek.

  He tore his mouth from hers. “Thong.”

  “Your favorite.” She stared up at him, lids half-closed.

  He grabbed her wrist, led her to his desk, and placed her palms on the surface. Indeed, the matching string disappeared between her luscious cheeks. He massaged the firm globes, before smacking the right one and then the left. He repeated the strikes, three to each cheek.

  She flinched, but did not move. “I’ve missed that.”

  “Have you now?” He moved his palm over her buttocks in a circular motion before swatting her until her breathless moans filled the air. Her derriere was heating up nicely. He dragged his fingers across the crotch of her thong and found it soaking with her juices. Lust hummed in his belly. “And you’re wet for me already.”

  Sin nodded, pushing against his hand.

  He stood behind her, his fingers resting at the small of her back. “You drove all the way over here. Dressed like this?”

  His voice, low and seductive, held a hint of danger. He disapproved of her state of undress, but she was reckless enough to accept the consequences of her actions.

  Sin tossed her hair from her face and stared at him over her shoulder. “I did. The whole time I was driving all I could think about was you.” She wiggled her hips for emphasis. “I knew you wouldn’t toss me out dressed like this.”

  “Did you?”

  She hesitated when he stepped away. Had she gone too far with her plan of seduction? Could he blame her? She hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, she couldn’t just wait at home.

  She twisted her head left and right, but he was beyond her field of vision. Her pulse pounded a little harder. Waiting was driving her crazy.

  Heat enveloped her back, while the smooth chilliness of his jeans teased her bare buttocks. She closed her eyes as his hands cupped her breast, tugging at the tight material until they spilled free. He fondled the taut peaks, pinching and pulling on the nubs until she hummed in pleasure. Each squeeze sent a fresh trickle of moisture between her thighs.

  He swept her hair over her shoulder and off her neck so he could nibble on the exposed skin. Her knees buckled and his deep chuckle only added to the liquid pooling between her legs.

  “You know the biggest thrill for me?” His lips caressed the sensitive hollow of her shoulder.

  “What’s that?” She ground against the bulge wedged in the crack of her ass.

  He fluttered one hand over her collarbone to trace the silver locket nestled in the hollow of her throat. “Seeing you wear this.”

  Her lips twisted upward while pleasure stole through her. Every day she was away, she fingered the small heart, thinking of him. Abruptly he left her, leaving her cold and bereft. “No.”

  “You were supposed to wait.”

  She tensed as he ran a finger down the curve of her spine. “But I...”

  Faint whistling split the air before something flat and cold smacked her bottom. She jumped at the impact. He did it again, a little harder. The sensation rode from her behind to her clit and nipples. Just when she grew to anticipate the gentle thud of his makeshift paddle, the flat of his hand caused her to cry out.

  Jolts and tingles sang through her bloodstream and the sharp sting left her aching for more. She embraced the pleasure/pain. Her thong was shoved aside and he rubbed a finger across her dripping entrance. It had been so long since he’d touched her, since she’d had an orgasm. If he kept teasing her it wouldn’t take long.

  “Please, Moses.”

  “Tell me, Sin. How many times have you touched yourself while you were away?”

  She thrust against his hand as he circled the hard bundle of nerves and slowly inserted a single finger. His languid penetration, although it was a lone digit, was almost enough to send her into a climax. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

  “Well?”

  “None.” And she hadn’t. She’d done that once before only to have him bring her to the brink of orgasm on numerous times and not give her relief. While the teasing was phenomenal, walking around edgy for a day or two was not her idea of fun, although when she did have an orgasm it left her limp and horny for days.

  “Too bad. I was looking forward to teasing you.” He changed the rhythm and pressure of his fingers.

  “I’m sure you were.”

  Barking laughter floated through the office. Sin sighed and Moses’ fingers stilled, then slipped from her swollen folds.

  “Damn, sweetheart. I’ve got a wrestler coming in and I can’t have this heel know you’re here.” He eased from her body.

  She whimpered, clenching her muscles to keep him from leaving, but to no avail. She glanced around the room. The only logical place for her to hide was beneath his desk. Ah, and there were ways to make sure his focus would be on her. She straightened her corset, shoving her boobs back into the top as best she could.

  He settled his hands around her waist, frowning as he caressed her sides. “Do we need to get another one of these? I noticed you didn’t have the last few eyelets laced toward the bottom.”

  She darted her gaze to the floor. “Ah, no. It fits fine.”

  He grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head until she met his gaze. Concern shadowed his dark brown eyes. “If it fit fine, then it would be fastened all the way.”

  He had her there. She sucked in a lungful of air. “Later?”

  “Count on it.”

  She snatched her coat from the floor and rounded the large oak desk. She thrust the garment before her, then crawled beneath the furniture. Her hands and knees met fluff and sank into thick cushion. A smile creased her lips. He’d added carpet and a cushion. Not once had she complained about the unyielding floor or how cold it could be, so for him to do this for her meant he really did have her comfort at heart. They’d done this a few times before so maybe he wanted to keep doing this.

  “Like your surprise?”

  She poked her head from beneath the desk and flashed him a wide grin. “I do. Thank you.”

  He nodded. Pounding vibrated the door in the frame. When he rolled his eyes heavenward she giggled and ducked underneath.

  “Come in.”

  The door swung open; the only thing keeping it from hitting the wall was the door stop near the floorboard.

  “You break it, you buy it,” Moses warned as Virgil sauntered through the opening.

  “Whatever. Just give me my money.”

  “Gladly.” Not having to worry about this particular wrestler on his payroll would be welcomed. Moses waved a hand to the empty chair in front of his desk, while he took the leather executive chair. “There are a few things that require your signature.” He pushed the folder across the surface to the other man.

  “It will be good to get away from you and this place. You’re a bunch of douches.”

  “You may want to keep that in mind. The only reason I’m not pressing charges is because the men ha
ndled it in the ring. Alexa may still decide to levy them against you.” He studied the man a moment, gauging his reaction.

  Virgil’s shoulders nearly touched his ears and he met his gaze, then dropped it to the open folder. One eye was swollen and he leaned to the left, favoring the ribs on that side. Yeah, the tag team of Perfect Storm had worked him over pretty good. Moses hoped it would be a long time before the man decided to go after anyone else’s woman.

  Gentle hands caressed his thighs, before nimble fingers slid over the semi-bulge in his pants. He swallowed hard. Damn, just that quickly he’d forgotten Sin was under the desk.

  Tension eased on his fly as it was pulled down in increments over his now raging hard-on. She freed him from his jeans and his underwear.

  “That slut had it coming,” Virgil sneered.

  Moses half rose from his chair and the other man’s eyes widened. “I told you to leave that bull in the ring.”

  He nodded and lowered his head.

  Warm, wet lips closed around the head of his cock and slowly slid downward. Moses gripped the edge of the desk and stifled a moan. He moved closer, moving one hand under the desk so he could twine his fingers in the silk of her hair.

  She fondled his balls and sucked him deep, just the way he liked. Somehow his cock hardened more.

  “This is bull. I have to sign a confidentiality clause? For what? Everybody knows we’re a bunch of animals looking to bang the next thing in a skirt.” Virgil shoved the folder at him. “Keep your money. I’ll sell my information to BJ. I know I saw his sexy little sister waltz her fine ass in the building.”

  The movement on Moses’ cock slowed. He stroked her hair, then leaned back in his chair, grabbing the cellphone from the desk.

  “Here. Let me dial the number for you.” He hovered his thumb over the screen.

  Virgil’s jaw went slack. “I just thought...”

  “You sure you don’t want me to call him? I’ve got no problem telling him where to find his sister.” Hands squeezed his thighs. Apparently she minded. He placed his hand on the back of her head.