Her eyes flew open, and a flash of something dark and dangerous dashed through the eerie colors.
Tag stood, moving to the small table between them and lowering himself onto it. This allowed for a front row view, close enough he could see the slick juices now coating her index finger. He bit his tongue.
McKenna slowly pushed one finger inside, using her other hand to rub circles around her clit, those dick teasing moans increasing along with her breathing. She was so fucking hot, he wondered whether the smoke detectors would go off.
“That’s it, baby.” Lowering his voice, he kept his tone even, hopefully not revealing just how worked up he was by the live porn right there in his living room. “Do you like to fuck yourself?”
“Yes.” Her tone was bold and brazen, her eyes closed once again as she continued to finger herself, her head leaning back against the headrest of the sofa. “God, yes.”
Fuck.
“Don’t you dare come, McKenna.” The words came out strangled and harsh, but Tag couldn’t stop them.
“Make me come, Tag.” McKenna opened her eyes, and he could see the determination in them.
“I can’t touch you, darlin’,” he growled, wondering why the fuck he had come up with that idea in the first place.
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Stipulation of the contract, remember? No touching for twenty four hours.” Yep, he only had himself to blame for that dumbass inclusion.
“Then watch while I make myself come.”
Self-assured and shameless, that’s what McKenna was. And he fucking loved that about her. “Show me.”
His cock was throbbing insistently, begging for attention, even if by his own hand. Tag refused to give in. He might have fucking blue balls by morning, but he was not going to let her win. Not this time.
His eyes returned to where she was now thrusting two fingers deep inside her cunt, the fingers on her other hand pressing against her clit but no longer moving. “Come for me, McKenna. Fucking come for me, baby.”
That was all it took.
McKenna’s head thrashed back against the couch, her fingers thrust one final time before her legs closed, trapping her hands between them as her body spasmed. It was the sexiest fucking thing Tag had ever seen. And what he wouldn’t give to climb on top of her and ram his iron hard cock between those soft, supple thighs...
Sucking in a harsh breath, he managed to stand up, despite the discomfort.
By the time night rolled around, Tag had finally managed to coax his body back to normal or as close as he was going to get. It was difficult, but he managed.
McKenna had been engrossed in her laptop for the last hour allowing him to focus on other things. Like his job. Now that he’d taken care of the few fires, he was left with nothing else to focus on except her.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” McKenna called from the sofa, not turning to look at him.
“My bed,” he answered easily. She’d have company too because there was no damned way his big body was going to fit on that little couch. “With me.”
The subtle hitch in her breathing made him smile. At least until he remembered that he vowed not to touch her. Granted, after eight o’clock tomorrow morning, all bets were off.
“Well, I think I’m going to turn in now if that’s ok with you.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to fall asleep, not after having his hormones scrambled and then fried for the better part of the day, but he was willing to try.
It was late, and they had a busy day tomorrow.
Until then, he was just going to suffer.
Chapter Ten
Article number one, as approved by Luke McCoy:
The Sinful in Seven Series:
Day One: Pushing Limits
Ever wonder just how far you can be pushed?
It’s funny because I never thought I’d go this far, but here I am. At the hands of Club Destiny’s very own Tag Murphy. Yes, ladies, you heard me correctly. The one and only, uber sexy attorney for Club Destiny has agreed to give me a personal tour of the place we’ve all fantasized about belonging to.
So, what did Day One entail? Multiple orgasms? Debauchery? Wild, out of control orgies? Well, I’m disappointed to say that up to this point, Club Destiny has not lived up to its notorious reputation, but I’m still holding out hope that it will take an interesting turn.
I’d like to thank Luke and Logan McCoy for being so generous by allowing me to walk the halls and share my interactions with those who just want a tiny morsel of detail to savor.
So, sit back, hold on tight, and let’s enjoy the journey together!
-McKenna Thorne
Chapter Eleven
McKenna woke the following morning to a warm body pressed up against her back. She knew where she was, and she knew who was with her, which explained the way her body tingled just from the impact of his touch.