Indulging Sin Page 2

  Silence.

  “Sign the papers and get the hell out my office.”

  With a huff, Virgil scrawled him name on the appropriate pages and shoved the forms across the desk. Moses leaned forward, proffering a check from the ends of his fingers. “You are no longer welcome in this building.”

  The other man snatched the paper from his outstretched hand, knocked the chair over, then stalked out, slamming the door. The light sucking on his cock ceased and a sigh emanated from beneath the desk. Yeah, he knew exactly how she felt.

  Moses waited until the sound of the stomping footsteps faded on the tile before he pushed away from the desk. He walked to the door and twisted the lock. He turned, his back against the door, and stared at the woman now sitting in his chair with her legs crossed.

  Her cinnamon brown hair was tousled around her shoulders. Her full, sensuous lips were a little swollen, but added to her allure. She rocked back and forth watching him, her voluptuous body held rigid as her gaze never wavered from his.

  “You should leave already.” His curt statement made her flinch but she did not move.

  “We have unfinished business.” She pursed her lips, uncrossed her legs, and settled each thigh over the arm of the chair.

  He sucked in a breath at her offering. She’d removed her thong. Her neatly trimmed pussy sat proudly on display. The swollen lips were a deep crimson and glistened like a ripe, juicy berry ready for the taking.

  “You think you’re tempting me?” He whipped his shirt over his head.

  She dipped a finger in her juices, swirled it around before stroking the little nub, half-hidden. She used her other hand to spread those luscious lips wider, giving him a more intimate view of her delicate flower as she pleasured herself.

  Moses toed off his shoes and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. He narrowed his gaze as he drifted it over her taut body. Her hips moved in time to her strokes. Where she began with one finger, she was now using three and swirling her thumb on her clit.

  A lone bead of sweat trickled down her cleavage. He sat on the edge of the desk in front of her.

  “Don’t you dare finish without me.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  He crooked a finger.

  She allowed her fingers to slip from her pussy, lowered her legs, and stood. He grasped her waist, lifted her and settled her over his waiting cock. Her mouth touched his even as she straddled his thighs. He surged upward as he dragged her down to meet his hardness.

  Sin sighed into his mouth as he allowed her to set the pace. Slow and steady. She rocked against him, enjoying the way he touched all the right spots as she moved up and down. He grasped her buttocks, squeezing her ample cheeks aiding her thrusts.

  The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. For the last two weeks all she’d thought about was this moment, when they would come together again in passion and heat, unable to keep their hands and mouths from one another.

  Delicious silver shivers whispered through her veins and she increased her speed, gripping his muscular shoulders for leverage. He brought his hand down on her ass.

  “That feels good.”

  “So do you.” He kissed the tops of her breasts, then brought a hand between their bodies to tease her clit. It was too much. She shattered around him, her orgasm gripping and squeezing the hard shaft pulsing within her depths. Each deep thrust left her body vibrating and shuddering with release.

  He lifted her, settled her on the desk, and entered her in one powerful stroke. She arched against him as he pounded into her slick heat, reigniting the need to climax again.

  She hooked her ankles at the small of his back in an effort to keep him close. She reached out an arm and smoothed her fingertips over his lips. His features were stark with desire and love.

  His fingers bit into her hips as he slowed, then increased his strokes. The small bite of pain sent her over the edge again even as he groaned his release, his body moving just enough to keep them both in a blissful stupor.

  He dropped his mouth to hers. “I’ve missed you.”

  Sin wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you bang me on top of your desk again.”

  He chuckled. His laugh reminded her of aged whiskey, smooth and intoxicating. He eased from her body, much to her disappointment, and feathered kisses along her pubic bone, just below the edge of her corset.

  She shivered as the sensation rippled through her. She lay there a moment longer. He padded around the desk and disappeared from view. A sigh left her lips. There was something she needed to tell him.

  “You okay?”

  He returned a moment later with a damp cloth and gently wiped the evidence of their lovemaking from her thighs. He stood between her legs, studying her.

  She managed a soft smile. “Just missed you.”

  “Well, when I get you home, you can show me how much.”

  * * * *

  Sin lay on her side, her chin propped in her hand while she traced the hawk tattoo on Moses’ left deltoid. The sun had yet to creep over the horizon, but the faint glow of bronze on the fading gray canopy promised a beautiful fall morning.

  She drifted her fingers over the muscles in his back, grateful to be home and in their bed again. He’d definitely missed her. Before they were through the front door good he was pulling off her coat.

  She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He stirred and slipped an arm around her waist. A smile curved his lips and he stared at her through half closed lids.

  “You looking for more?” His husky voice was heavy with sleep.

  “Not at the moment, but I wanted to tell you something.”

  “Um hmm.’ His eyes were closing again.

  She chewed her bottom lip. The timing was never right, but they couldn’t wait any longer to come clean about what they’d done. Even though she’d been the one to insist on keeping things a secret, they couldn’t keep going this way.

  “Are you wrestling at the Slamfest?”

  “Yeah. Some of your brother’s peeps will be there,” he murmured.

  “Will you challenge BJ?”

  He cracked open one eye. “Why would I do that? I’ve done my best to avoid him these last few months. For your sake.”

  She lowered her head, her hair spilling over her face. The bed shifted. She let out a squeak when he hauled her close and pinned her beneath him, settling in the vee of her thighs. She pressed her palms to his bare chest. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms over her head.

  His long hair tickled her shoulder when he tilted his head to the side. “You always tell me your reason for something, but right now, you’re being evasive, and I don’t like evasive.”

  She turned her head to the side.

  “Madisin.”

  She cringed at her given name and reluctantly returned her gaze to his face. Concern knitted his brows, but annoyance shadowed in his irises. “He needs to know we’re married.”

  “I’m in total agreement about that and have wanted to do that since we eloped.” He rubbed his chin against her cheek. “Why is it important that we tell him now?”

  A shrill bell split the early morning silence. Moses huffed, rolled off her, and grabbed the phone from the bedside table.

  “What?”

  She almost laughed at the curt greeting. The man was never really social until he had at least a cup of coffee. She stood, swept her long chenille robe from the edge of the footboard, and stuffed her arms through the sleeves as she padded down the hall.

  By the time she reached the kitchen, she’d closed her robe and tied the sash around her waist. She flicked on the light and squinted in the glare off the stainless steel appliances. First order of business was coffee for him and juice for her.

  The fragrant scent of dark roast drifted through the air while she sat on a stool at the island, sipping her juice. Moses stood framed in the doorway. She held the glass suspended on her lip as she fl
oated her gaze over him. Damn, the man was fine. A moderate sprinkling of hair covered his well-toned calves and thighs, and even semi-erect his manhood was impressive, jutting from a bed of tight brown curls. Up over his flat, washboard stomach to hard pecs and broad shoulders. His long chestnut hair curved on his collarbone in unruly waves. Amusement colored his dark brown eyes when she finally reached his rugged, but handsome face. He’d shaved his beard and had to admit she liked the new look.

  Damn, the man was fine. She gulped her remaining juice and set the glass on the counter with a thump.

  “I have to go back to the gym. Someone tried to break in.”

  “What?” She slid off the stool. “Want me to come with you?’

  He raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “No, this is just another thing in a long line of craptastic shit happening this week.”

  “Anything I can do to help? I’m home for a while.” She walked to the coffeepot and poured him a cup of the steaming brew.

  “No plans to send you out any time soon?”

  “They’re shuffling some training sessions around so I can do those in a couple of months rather than wait until the spring.” Her job as a corporate trainer for a large bank kept her busy and on the road several days out the month, but that would soon change.

  He stepped in front of her, curling one hand around the mug she held while he hauled her close with the other. He swept his lips across hers.

  “You can maybe light a fire under Julius about some missing funds.”

  Sin stepped back, stunned. “Missing funds? How much?”

  “Ten grand.’ He brought the mug to his lips.

  “Oh.”

  Moses regarded her a moment, then lowered the mug. “You know about this?”

  She sighed, glanced away, then stared at her feet. “The teller messed up. The money was supposed to come from my savings account.”

  He pressed his fingertips beneath her chin and tilted her head until she looked him in the eye again. “Are you in some sort of trouble?” He firmed his lips into a thin line. The deceptive calm of his voice pricked her conscience and sent warning bells clanging in her head.

  “I’m not in any trouble.” She licked dry lips.

  “Then what was the money for, Sin?”

  She pulled away only to be jerked back to him. “BJ needed a loan.”

  “What? Oh my God, Sin. We talk about stuff like this.” He released her and stepped away. She felt the distance as surely as if he’d left the room.

  “Moses. He needed help.”

  “I gathered that, but ten grand worth of help?” He pinned her with a calculating gleam. “How many times have you helped him?”

  She swallowed. No use in lying now. “Three or four times, but it always came from my savings.”

  A wryly grin twisted his lips. “No, sweetheart, it didn’t. Those funds came from my business account.”

  She clapped a hand over her mouth and widened her eyes. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I just wanted—how mad are you?”

  The phone trilled again. “Oh, mad enough to put you on a per diem.”

  She nodded. He’d done that only once before, when she’d overdrawn the checking account. And having to ask him for money for every little thing for her day was just...humiliating.

  He glanced at her feet. “And shoes in the house, Sin.”

  Now she did groan. She hated anything on her feet when she was at home. Why couldn’t he just spank her and the whole thing be over with?

  He arched a brow. “Problem?”

  “No, sir.”

  “We’ll talk more about this later. I need to take care of the other matter.”

  Coffee in hand, he padded from the room. She stared after him. He hadn’t even kissed her good-bye.

  * * * *

  Moses stared at the gaping hole in the entrance door. The brass handle had been yanked off, while the door itself was bowed outward. A rusty chain lay on the ground just a few feet from the door. He shook his head. What was so important someone had to get into his gym?

  No cash was ever left on the premises. Even after the shows, he made sure the night’s take went to the bank. And speaking of the bank, his dear wife had been taking the money all along. After each occurrence the funds reappeared after a day or three, but nothing as large as this.

  He gritted his teeth. What the heck was she doing giving BJ that type of cash? He didn’t really mind her helping her brother, but she should have mentioned it to him.

  It didn’t take long for the police to gather what they needed and by the time his insurance adjuster arrived the first group of wrestlers arrived for the morning workout.

  “Don’t tell me you threw Virgil through the door.” Benjamin Douglas grinned, stepping around the broken glass.

  “It was tempting, but no.” He glanced toward the parking lot, where Tono was helping the wrestler known as Father Time across the asphalt.

  Daniel shoved the chain aside as Father Time approached. “Maybe we should have another go at him.”

  Daemond slung his bag on his shoulder. “I heard he’s going over to BJ’s and that he’s on the ticket for Back to the Bricks.”

  Moses shook his head. “As if I don’t have enough problems already.” He huffed. “Well, I guess a chat with BJ is inevitable. Who knows? Maybe we can put an end to this feud.”

  “Not if you’re still seeing his sister,” Daemond said.

  Moses stared at the athletes. Yeah. That was the problem, he was doing more than just seeing Sin; he’d married her.

  * * * *

  Sin waited for her brother to end his phone call. In the meantime, she glanced around his office. Things had been a little tough for him since he and Moses dissolved their partnership several months ago. Guilt churned in her stomach. She was the reason why the two no longer spoke.

  She twisted her fingers in her lap. She was going to tell her brother the truth. He wouldn’t be very happy with her, either.

  BJ hung up the phone and stood. He rounded the desk, engulfing her in a bear hug. “It’s so good to see you. Are you just getting back home?”

  “I arrived late last night.”

  He touched the skin beneath her eye. “You should’ve stayed in bed a little longer. You’ve got circles.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  “I really appreciate the loan. I’ll have it back to you after Saturday.”

  She firmed her lips and looked away.

  “What? Did this jam you up? Dammit, Sin, I told you not to give it to me if it was going to cause problems.”

  “It was taken from the wrong account.”

  “Do you need it back?” He reached for the phone.

  “No, I’ve taken care of it, but Moses knows about the money.”

  He wrinkled his nose. “Why the hell would he know what we’re doing?”

  “Because the money came from his account.”

  He stared at her for a long moment before he walked over and closed the door. She carefully inhaled and exhaled, counting his steps as he returned to tower over her. Her brother could be a little imposing and right now he was doing his best to intimidate her.

  “Did you go to him and ask him for money?”

  “No.”

  “Then why does he know?”

  “I just told you.”

  “Are you still seeing him?”

  “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? You can’t tell me who I can see or not see.”

  “I told you he was no good for you.”

  Sin leapt to her feet. “So he was good enough to be your partner for five years but not good enough for me?”

  “Wrestlers are as bad as rock stars. Who can resist a locker bunny?”

  She shook her head and spun on her heel. This was not going the way she intended. There was no sense in talking to him now. He was too upset. “I just wanted to let you know that he knew.”

  “You can’t honestly believe you’re the only woman he sleeps with. God,
the man would take on three or four a night, and he had some pretty kinky ways too.”

  “I’m well aware of what the man did or does and his kinkiness.”

  BJ grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him.

  “What is wrong with you?” She jerked away and rubbed the spot on her bicep where he’d grabbed her. “You know better than to manhandle me like that. I am not one of your wrestlers.”

  His eyes narrowed. He reached out a hand, snatched her choker from her throat, and shook it beneath her nose. “You don’t think I know what this means? What the hell has he gotten you into?”

  She blinked back tears as the flare of pain whipped around her neck. “Oh my God.” He wouldn’t have. She ran her fingertips along her throat, they came away sticky. “I can’t believe you did this. Why?”

  “I’m going to put an end to this right now.” He brushed past her, wrenched open the door and stalked out the office. She hurried after him.

  * * * *

  “Don’t. Don’t do this.”

  Moses turned at the sound of Sin’s voice a bit frantic and a whole lot distressed. Something had her rattled big time. He stepped away from the side of the ring where he’d been watching Father Time run the ropes with his eyes closed.

  “Yo, Tono, get in the ring with Time. He needs to practice his Time Lock,” Moses called out. He bit back a chuckle when the other man swore under his breath. He crossed to the door just as BJ stormed through, dragging Sin behind him.

  Something metallic glinted in his fist. Moses glanced at Sin’s slightly disheveled appearance. Her pencil skirt was creased while her pale pink blouse held drops of blood around the collar. Her locket was conspicuously missing.

  Moses balled his hands into fists at his side. “I think you need to let her go,” he said, struggling to maintain his temper.

  Sin jerked free, rubbing her arm. “I...”

  “Not now, Madisin.”

  “I can’t believe you. Is this how you repay our friendship?” BJ hurled the jewelry at his feet. “You turn her into one of your conquests?”

  Moses gritted his teeth, aware that movement in the gym had ceased.

  “What the hell have you done to my sister?”