Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (74 page)

Now it’s after dinner (and a shower) and we’re both lying on the couch, Sam in front of me, while she watches Criminal Minds (yes, ironic, I know) and I’m reading a deposition. Aren’t we just the picture of domesticity?

When the commercial break comes on, I feel Sam wriggle around to face me. “I had lunch with Helen and Rico today.” Then there is silence while she waits for a reaction.

I put my papers down in my lap. “Mmm hmm. How is Helen? Still bugging you for details on how good I am between your legs?”

“Sean! No! Well, yes … but no. She was saying how she hasn’t seen you since college and how they’d love to meet up for dinner one night.”

“Sounds like a great idea. It would be good to catch up.”

“You sure?” she asks, sounding skeptical.

“Of course. But why don’t we invite them here for dinner instead of going out? We could have it on the rooftop.” Her eyes go wide before she grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss, one of her soft, gentle ones that start with her tongue gently tracing my bottom lip before she tentatively moves it deeper. That’s all I can handle before I take over control, holding the back of her head as I slant my head and probe my tongue deeper, sliding over hers as I explore her mouth, each kiss a new adventure, another chance to taste her.

I ease out of the kiss, moving my hand down her back and cupping her ass, pulling her hips against my now very hard cock. One kiss and I’m raring to go with Sammy. It’s insane, but not unwelcome. “Why don’t you invite your partner and his fiancé? We can make it a dinner party.”

She looks at me and smiles, her expression one of confused awe. “Are you sure you’re real?” she squeezes my bicep, then cups my jaw. “You feel real.”

“I’m real … hard right now. Is this enough proof for you?” I roll my hips against hers again, groaning at the friction against my cock.

“You can prove that to me again in about thirty-four minutes once my program has finished.” She kisses me quickly before rolling back toward the TV as the program starts again.

I chuckle as I pick up my papers again to continue reading. “You bet your ass I will.”

Sam

I shrug on my standard issue, blue CPD shirt over my black, lace, demi bra and panties, quickly checking my watch to make sure I’m still early for my shift. Our early morning shower ten minutes ago had been a vigorous one, starting with Sean lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his shoulders as he feasted between my legs, making me cry out his name—which echoed throughout the condo - before he dropped me back down onto my feet, hooking his arm under one knee and driving into me, making me come apart again before he took his fill. The problem was, I didn’t get to do what
I
wanted to do to him.

Walking into Sean’s bathroom, my breath catches as I see the man in question standing in front of the bathroom sink, leaning forward with a hand on the edge bracing himself as he runs his old school, double-edged razor along his rough jaw. Dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist he looks every inch the sexy man I know he is. Rivulets of water reflect in the light, and I try to find the restraint to stay away from him.

But where Sean is concerned, restraint is not possible.

I catch his eye in the mirror as I slowly walk up behind him. His green eyes darken as he reads the lust-filled expression on my face. Raising a brow, he silently questions my intent before turning to face me.

“Sammy, what—”

I reach up and place a finger on his lips to silence him before leaning down and licking the irresistible drop of water off his pec. I look back up at him and gently drag my finger down his body, making a trail as I drop to my knees in front of him. “You’re killing me here …”

“Not yet, but give me a minute and I’m sure to come close.” I slowly pull the towel away from his waist, giving him a wry smile as I come face to face with my most favorite hard body part. My tongue darts out and licks the tip of his cock before I roll the head in my mouth and move down to take his whole length in my mouth. The clean, sandalwood taste of his soap fills my senses as I lose myself in him, sucking and rolling my tongue up and down his satin skinned length.

“Fuck!” he spits out as he drops the razor into the sink, but the loud clatter against the porcelain muted in my ears as he groans loudly the moment his cock hits the back of my throat, just the way he likes. I feel his hands glide across my shoulders, one tangling in my hair as he tries to regain the control he craves, his other hand cupping my jaw gently as he rubs his thumb up and down my cheek reverently.

I continue to lick and suck his shaft, tracing the large vein running the length of him with the pointed tip of my tongue, earning a jerk of his cock against my mouth as I encircle the tip.

Suddenly he steps back, his hands disappearing. I look up to see him bending sideways, trying to reach his black silk robe. Curious as to what he is up to, knowing that my man’s mind works in amazing and calculating ways, I see him pull the silk tie from the robe. The mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looks down at me sends a shiver straight through me. If ever I thought I was in control, I now know that it was all a ruse. Sean was also in control, always waiting to take the next step when he was ready.

He leans down over me, bending at his hips as he runs his hands down my arms until he reaches my hands, gently maneuvering them behind my back. When I feel the silk tie caress my wrists then firmly but comfortably bind them together. My heart starts racing at the realization that now Sean can do whatever he wants with me. And I trust him to do whatever he wants with me, to me … in me.

He runs his thumb gently under the silk to ensure it’s safe before running his hands back up my arms, over my collarbone, until he’s standing back up to his full height in front of me. His hands cup my jaw and I move forward as he guides his now pulsating cock back into my eager mouth.

“Sammy,” he groans as he moves one hand to the back of my head, gently guiding the rhythm. My heart soars as I let him use me, increasing his thrusts until he takes over and fucks my mouth in earnest.

“Fuck I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re gonna take it all, Sammy.”

“Mmm hmm,” I groan my response, my body humming with pleasure as I increase my speed, willing him to fulfill his promise.

He growls loudly and I swallow every last pulse into my mouth, savoring the unique taste that is all Sean.

When I pull back, he lifts me up to my feet, reaching behind my back to free my wrists. Without giving me a second to recover, he tips my head back with my ponytail and kisses me, hard and fast, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in an obvious show of appreciation. His own exceptional show.

Ending the kiss with a soft bite on my bottom lip, he moves me backward and stares deep into my eyes with a sated, satisfied expression. “A fucking fantastic goodbye.” His face lights up with a radiant grin, and I realize that ever since I went to his office and abandoned all the resistance I had when it came to him, I’ve felt happier, content. And as for Sean, I’ve never seen him so relaxed and carefree … well, as carefree as such an intense, passionate, and measured man like Sean can be.

He takes the time to look me up and down, his eyes blazing with heat when he meets my gaze once more. “Uniform policy change I don’t know about?” he asks mockingly with a delicious smirk on his face, bringing out his sole lickable dimple on the right hand side of his mouth.

“Maybe,” I say with a wink. “I do need to
finish
getting dressed and get going.” I lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips before spinning on my heels and walking out of the bathroom, but not before I get a short sharp smack on my half exposed ass that almost makes me want to run back to him and call off my shift.

I said almost.

“Drunk in Love”

Sam

A few weeks later, we’ve finally secured a night when we’re all available, so I’ve been busy in the kitchen most of the afternoon, making sure all of the food is ready for tonight’s dinner party. It’s the only thing I could do to keep my nerves in check. My best friends and my partner meeting Sean and spending a few hours with us has me anxious as hell.

First, there is Helen and Rico. Helen knows my history with Sean because she was there living it right along with me. From the first time I met him when he infuriated and intrigued me, to my swooning debrief after our amazing first date, through all the highs, and then the horrible low when I broke it off. She’s been my drinking buddy, my sounding board, my shoulder to cry on.

She’s been there through thick and thin.

Then there is my Brazilian brother from another mother, Rico. He knew Helen and I were a package deal, and since I was friends with them both separately before I played matchmaker, he automatically fell into the role of offering me a male perspective in my life. And by God, have I needed that. He warned me to be careful with Tanner, told me that all the signs were there that Tanner wanted more, but I thought I had it in hand. Well,
that
backfired didn’t it? I haven’t heard from Tanner since that night in the club when he stormed off.

And Zander … well, he’s Zander. He’s like my other half at work. We’ve been working together for long enough now that we can anticipate each other’s moves, reactions, and share the same instincts. It makes for a great partnership. And after the frequent ‘Ice Queen’ jokes, I wanted to show him that there is another side to me, the ‘out of work’ Sam. Although, for some reason he looked shocked, then burst out laughing when I invited him and Kate to Sean’s place for tonight’s dinner. He wouldn’t explain but kept randomly chuckling for the rest of the shift.

I’m just finishing a peanut butter soufflé tartlet for dessert when I feel Sean’s arms wrap around my waist from behind, pulling me back into him. He kisses the skin at the top of my spine before moving his mouth to my neck. “You doing okay?” he murmurs softly.

“Mmmm,” I moan. His lips leave my skin tingling as he kisses the spot just below my ear, sending a shiver through my body, something his chuckle tells me he didn’t miss.

“You need some stress relief again?” he says with a smile I feel against my skin.

“Well, I do
need
a shower …” My voice trails off into a moan as he sucks my ear lobe into his mouth.

“Feeling dirty, Sammy?” His teeth graze the skin as his arm around my waist tightens and his
very
evident arousal pushes against my jeans.

“Very.” My voice is shaky. The effect this man can still have on me with a few words is insane. It’s like he has a sex thesaurus in his head, with the ability to recall sexy one liners at a moment’s notice.

“It might be a long shower.
Very
long. You up for that, Mr. Miller?”

“Cheeky wench.” He playfully slaps my ass. “I’m up anytime you need me to be. But for that, you can get undressed right here right now.”

I spin around with wide eyes at his sudden commanding tone, the one that makes me wet and ready almost instantly. He meets my gaze with a piercing stare, a ‘don’t test me’ look that makes me quiver in anticipation. “And if I choose not to?” I raise an eyebrow at him, a silent but not well thought through challenge.

He smirks dangerously. “Now, Sammy.”

I slowly pull my tank over my head, making sure to draw it out. The growl I hear from Sean is gratifying and well worth the punishment I know I have coming my way. Deciding to up the ante since I’m already in ‘trouble’, I throw my top in his face and run up the stairs to Sean’s bathroom giggling when I hear him striding behind me.

“You can run but you can’t hide, sweetheart.”

For the record, he caught me, he had me, he made me scream his name three times straight before he finally bent me over the bathroom cabinet and plunged inside me, bringing on orgasms number four and five.

And yes, it was so damn worth it.

Sean

Sam has been much more relaxed after our mid-afternoon liaison. I was starting to get worried that she was having second thoughts about the dinner party. I’m not stupid; I know that socializing with her friends again is a big step for her. She’s taken everything else in her stride since we’ve been us again that I knew something would trip her up, but so far she’s continued to surprise me at every turn.

Last week, I even persuaded her to come to the club with me one night to check on things. With Ryan back on board and Amy taking the reins a bit more at my request, I haven’t needed to be there as much. Well, with Sam in my life I haven’t needed to be there at all. Of course she stayed at my side the whole time, and even agreed to venture into my private VIP room for a look. Unfortunately for me it was only a look. I’d have loved to have her splayed across my lap, her ass red under my palm before making her come all over my cock in my red leather chair. I didn’t miss the biting of her lip and her quickening breaths as she took in the room and the mood shift in the air. I chuckled when she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of there before I tried anything.

Now it’s nearing 7 p.m. and time for our guests to arrive. We invited Ryan, but he said he had other plans. He’s been a bit evasive over the past week, but I’m hoping it’s just a combination of being busy with the bar and therapy while giving Sam and I space to reconnect. Especially since there has been a lot of reconnecting going on.

I hear the doorbell ring, then watch as Sam rushes down from the bedroom looking flustered. I grab her arm as she tries to rush past me. “Sweetheart, take it easy. It’s going to be fine.”

“I … I don’t do this. I don’t host dinner parties. I’m the single friend who turns up and acts comfortable as a third or fifth wheel, and
always
with a glass in my hand.” She looks at me with those bright-green eyes of hers that always do me in and I instantly feel protective.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about being any kind of wheel now. You have me, and I have you. And besides,” I reach behind me and grab a tall vodka tonic, “I already thought ahead.” She sees the drink in my hand and smiles widely. “God I lov … like your forward thinking.”