Sinful
Jewel Box 2

Khariss glanced over her shoulder at Dylan to give him a sexy, teasing smile. Her heart raced so fast it was all she could do to keep her breaths even and concentrate on not tripping over her heels as she led him down what appeared to be a deserted alley between two office buildings.

Part of her thought she was crazy for what she was about to do. But the rest of her knew that Dylan needed to have all the facts if she hoped to have a future with him. If he found out about her past from someone else, he’d be hurt, maybe even angry. She just hoped the man she’d fallen in love with over the past three weeks would understand this part of her former life.

Dylan’s palm felt warm and solid against hers, and she couldn’t help curling her fingers in a gentle caress over the back of his hand, lightly stroking the sprinkling of hair there. His lips quirked in the ready grin she’d come to know so well, his eyes full of laughing questions as he let her tow him along. “Where are we going?”

The alley was cleaner than the average city sidewalk, free of detritus both animate and inanimate. No homeless people crouched in soggy cardboard boxes here. Between O’Grady’s security team and the well-hidden surveillance cameras, not so much as a rat could scurry down the darkened corridor unnoticed—or unhindered.

“Someplace I think you just might like.”

“Yeah?” Intrigue touched the timbre of Dylan’s voice. He made a surprised sound when she pulled him to a stop in front of the door flush-mounted against the brick wall on their left. It was installed in such a way that one had to be standing right in front of it to notice it. There was no handle, just a flat, imposing panel of dark metal.

Khariss paused for a moment, giving the camera she knew was trained on them a moment to capture their images for the security guard manning the desk. She let go of Dylan’s hand to open her clutch purse and pull out the thin, matte-black plastic card tucked into the zippered pocket. He watched with interest as she swiped it through a discreet scanner. Something clicked inside the door and it swung inwards.

Khariss took Dylan’s hand again and guided him through the portal, sensing his curious glance as the door automatically swung closed, the lock engaging with a barely audible snick. They were in a dark corridor lit by muted lights just brilliant enough to bring out the mica sparkles in the expensive-looking floor tiles. The hallway ended in another dark door, this one graced with a curve of silver for a handle. A slow throb, more felt than heard, filled the air around them. She had to admit that if someone were leading her down this aisle for the first time, she’d be more than a little unnerved.

“It’s all right,” Khariss said to Dylan. He didn’t seem concerned, but she prayed she hadn’t made a mistake in bringing him here. The last thing she wanted to do was screw things up with Dylan.

She should have known him better by now. She was reminded of that when he laughed softly and squeezed her fingers. “I know. I’m always all right with you. Lead on, Jane Bond. Now I really want to know what this place is.”

O’Grady took something from his pocket then shrugged off the robe entirely. He held out his hand to Dylan, offering him the foil-wrapped packet he’d retrieved.

“Put it on me.”

Dylan took the package and used his teeth to open it, just as he would for himself. He hesitated for only an instant before pressing the latex over the glistening head of the other man’s cock and rolling it on. O’Grady felt as hard as iron, hot to the touch. He grunted as Dylan’s fingers lingered, making sure the condom was fully deployed. Before Dylan could pull away, O’Grady’s hand wrapped around his so they both held his condom-covered shaft. He bent his head to Dylan’s and took his mouth, tongue thrusting inside. His kiss wasn’t like a woman’s at all. It was hard and soft at the same time, as passionate as Khariss’s, if not as loving. But Dylan didn’t need that from this man. He closed his eyes and enjoyed his first kiss from a male lover.

O’Grady pulled back, his breathing a little ragged, but still far more controlled than Dylan’s.

“I’d love to see what your mouth would feel like doing cock.” He released Dylan then urged him to face the wall beside the massive mirror. “Brace yourself,” he murmured in Dylan’s ear, guiding his hands into position against the wall. Dylan gasped and flinched slightly as O’Grady leaned into him, the slight coolness of the condom over his cock feeling alien as his erection settled between Dylan’s thighs.

“Perfect fit,” he muttered in Dylan’s ear. Dylan wasn’t listening, though, because O’Grady’s arms were around his waist, one hand fisting his cock, the other tugging his balls almost roughly in counterpoint. Oh, fuck, Dylan thought. No woman had ever handled him like this. But a man knew exactly how much force he could take. Helplessly, his hips began to thrust with O’Grady’s rhythm.

“No, no, no. No moving, Dylan. You’re a long way from coming.”

Dylan startled when O’Grady raised his voice, only belatedly understanding who he really addressed when he said, “Darling, get the black jar out of the nightstand. No, the other one. That’s it. Now bring it and your sweet self here.”

Dylan watched under his lashes as Khariss left the bed and walked toward them with long-legged grace. She held out the requested jar and O’Grady released Dylan’s sac to take it. When Khariss started to return to the bed, O’Grady said, “Hold on, darling. I’m going to need a hand here.” He tilted Dylan’s cock suggestively. Without instruction, Khariss went to her knees and eased between Dylan and the wall, balancing herself against his thighs. He felt her panting, excited breaths ruffling the dark pubic hair around his cock and bit his lip. What were they doing to him?

O’Grady leaned close enough to scruff the beginnings of his returning beard against Dylan’s neck, gaining his immediate attention. “Turn your head the other way,” he instructed. “Watch the mirror.”