Page 78 of Indecent Obsession
Drew gave us the code and the time to get into his apartment. Of course, when we walked in, he made Sara scream her orgasm. Then she released a moan worthy of a porn sound studio voice foley.
Part of me wanted to watch her come that hard while another part of me wants to punish her for letting him make her come like that. This situation is fucked-up.
Now, I’m glaring at Finn as he sets up to work. I stare at the fast-forwarded footage of the strip club. Men arrive alone or in groups. Occasionally, a woman, obviously not a stripper, walks by on the arm of a man. The strippers move to whatever music plays but I don’t have sound.
My attention is only half on the screen.
I listen for any more noises from the bedroom. This is the problem with giving in to my obsession with Sara. I’m finding it more difficult to block her out and focus on my work. This afternoon, her scent lingered in my office. I almost called her in to relieve the ache she caused but knew I shouldn’t. I’m in control of my body.
Then, when I needed to get tonight’s information from Drew, he stripped her in front of me. Her pale green eyes were almost black with need. I couldn’t resist making her come. She’s a drug, an addiction. I know I’ll never work her out of my system.
My fingers twitch with the need to punish her, but she hasn’t done anything wrong. Letting Drew fuck her until she screamed? She said it. I could have had her to myself. The only one who should be punished for all the orgasms Drew and the others give her is me.
Fuck, listening to her with them is punishment. This hot swell of jealousy churning in my gut is punishment.
A door opens and the low murmur of their voices fills the quiet apartment. Drawers open and shut. Clothing rustles. I swear I can hear him kiss her.
I pause the video replay and sit back in my chair to watch her walk into the room. And there she is.
Sara.
She has a gorgeous smile. Her damp red hair leaves wet marks on her untucked shirt. Her face is bare of makeup. She’s stunning.
I want to claim her, draw her down onto my lap and give her orgasms until she’s hoarse.
“Come here, trouble.”
“Yes, sir.” She smirks as she heads my way. Her hips sway hypnotically.
If we weren’t on a time crunch, I would do whatever I wanted to her for hours. Instead, I’ll do what little I can so as not to disrupt our progress.
“Show me.” I raise an eyebrow and wait.
Shaking her head with an impish smile, she unzips her skirt and lowers it over her hip so I can see she’s not wearing panties. Not that she’s had the opportunity to find any, but I have to dominate her just a little to calm this nervous energy the fuck down.
“Good girl.” I nod toward her laptop setup. Right now, control is what I crave. “Get to work.”
Finn trails his fingers over her ass as she passes him on her way to her chair. When she sits, Dante leans in and kisses her temple. The softness in her eyes for each of them makes my heart swell. We have her. This isn’t permanent but it’s perfect right now.
Drew claps me on the shoulder. “Love the no panties rule, old man.”
“We’re the same age,” I say with no intonation. This asshole. Out of everyone Sara could’ve picked to actually date, she chooses this asshole.
“Are you sure?” He wiggles his eyebrows before he pulls his laptop over. “There’s leftover lasagna if anyone wants it.”
Finn glances over at the counter before rising. He goes through the cabinets to find a plate and takes some lasagna and bread. He rarely passes up a free meal.
We all get down to business, working on finding these guys that frequent the club for Mac so he’ll tell us what he knows about Tom. The guys they’re looking for show up occasionally, but not often enough.
“Got another one.” Dante writes in his notebook.
“That makes four?” Drew leans back in his chair. His gaze flows over Sara who stares at her screen. Her lips are slightly parted as she rubs her finger over them in concentration. She’s always been like that, unconsciously arousing.
If I told her to get down on her knees and suck me off, would she?
Also a bad idea. Distracting, that’s what Sara is.
Finn looks over the dates and times of the videos we have. “No pattern yet.”
