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Authors: Nicole Edwards
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Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel
Infatuation
A
Club Destiny
Novel
Nicole Edwards
Infatuation
A Club Destiny Novel
Nicole Edwards
Copyright © 2013 by Nicole Edwards
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978-1-939786-03-6
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Infatuation – A Club
Destiny Novel
is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the
products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious
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Table of Contents
Dedication
To my amazing
husband.
Without you, I couldn’t do
this. Your unwavering support is humbling. I love you!
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Unusually
quiet.
That’s the only way Tag
could describe the sound, or rather lack thereof, that greeted him
the instant he stepped foot into the immaculately decorated, overly
spacious house.
One week, – seven
long
days – had passed
since the last time he was here; the last time he had been privy to
the sensual smorgasbord that he was sure to stumble upon at any
given moment. He knew why he was here, and he knew what was going
to happen, he just didn’t know when, where or how. He was pretty
sure she liked to keep him guessing in that regard.
Tonight, for some reason,
Tag was a little hesitant.
Ok, maybe more than just a
little.
Not that he wasn’t fully
onboard with the agenda for the evening. He just couldn’t seem to
shake that niggling little voice in his head that had him wondering
whether he should be doing this. Honestly, he had never heard this
voice before; never questioned his decisions in regards to this
aspect of his life. But tonight he was questioning himself for one
reason and one reason only.
Her
.
The woman who had stepped
into his path that one unusually warm October afternoon. The one
who successfully imbedded herself somewhere in the dark recesses of
his brain.
Tag knew her name, but
that’s about all he knew at this point. Well, other than the image
he was intimately familiar with; the one that continued to haunt
his dreams on those long, lonely nights. There was an intensity
about her; one he couldn’t shake regardless how many times he tried
to convince himself that it was only in his head. He didn’t know
her, but for some reason, she plagued his mind with thoughts that
he knew were better left alone.
Which was why he was here,
his legs carrying him through the vast open space as his eyes took
in his surroundings, attempting to predict what was about to happen
before it actually did. Generally, that never worked for him,
mainly because he had learned they liked to keep him on his
toes.
He didn’t doubt himself
now. He knew what he wanted, or rather what he
needed
, and it wasn’t some mystery
woman disturbing his thoughts and making him anticipate something
he knew was well out of his reach.
He was here now, and that
was what he needed to focus on. A couple of hours of mind numbing
ecstasy at the hands of a woman who didn’t threaten his resolve, or
have him wishing for things he had never wanted before.
This was the best of both
worlds. The opportunity to explore his sexual fantasies, while
keeping himself detached from those pesky emotions that others
around him had succumbed to in recent months. He wasn’t interested
in those things. He only had room for physical connections at this
point in his life. These midnight trysts were all he needed in
order to fulfill the areas he sometimes questioned were lacking,
but knew that wasn’t the case.
And what better way to
escape from his thoughts than to find gratification in the touch of
a woman without the worry of discussions about something more.
Logan and Samantha offered him that; they offered him the chance to
erase all of the stresses of life for just a few hours and still
give him the ability to walk away afterward without an ounce of
guilt.
As Tag approached the
living room, he was welcomed with even more silence. He knew the
drill, knew that he would spend a couple of minutes anticipating
the how and where before he stumbled upon what would ultimately
allow his mind to clear for that short period of time. Tonight it
wouldn’t be in the kitchen or on the veranda because both of those
places were empty. That meant there was only one other place they
could be.
As he turned toward the master bedroom, Tag
loosened his tie while welcoming the anticipation he sensed
building in his gut.
Bypassing the bedroom, he
turned the corner into the ostentatious master bath, with its floor
to ceiling mirrors and expensively tiled floors until his eyes
landed on the wickedly hot scene already playing out before him.
They hadn’t made it into the shower yet, but Tag could hear the
water as it ran on the opposite side of the wall. What he saw
instantly had his dick swelling and his balls in desperate need of
attention.
Sitting naked on the
bathroom counter, her legs spread wide, her back pressed against
the mirrored glass with her head thrown back, Samantha McCoy was
completely unaware of his presence, although he knew she was
expecting him. As was her husband, Logan, who was currently
kneeling between her legs, holding her open as he devoured her with
his tongue.
Without hesitation, but
not rushing either, Tag divested himself of his suit jacket and tie
before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. His eyes were glued to
the erotic display before him, allowing him the chance to push all
other thoughts out of his cluttered mind.
At least for tonight, Tag
was the third in this rendezvous, and he was satisfied with that
just as he had been for the last few months, ever since Logan McCoy
approached him. With Sam’s enthusiastic attitude toward sex, her
ability to open herself up to exploring the pleasure that could be
had from a threesome, Tag had nothing to fear except for the
onslaught of physical gratification.
Tag liked Samantha, he
liked her ambition, her intelligence, her drive, and he especially
liked that hint of vulnerability he sensed each and every time he
took her in his arms. This was still new to her, but she had
finally given in to her salacious urges and accepted the fact that
she enjoyed being the recipient of two men’s attention for at least
a little while. More importantly, Tag respected the connection
between Sam and Logan and knew, without a doubt, why he was
invited.
For the pleasure and
nothing more.
Standing here now, his
gaze drawn to the sexy blond laid out like a buffet for the taking,
he attempted to force every other thought from his mind, focusing
solely on the way Logan was feasting on her pussy while Tag
watched.
That was Logan’s fetish:
watching and being watched. Tag didn’t have any issues with that.
He had his own kinks, his own forbidden desires, and just like
Logan, Tag didn’t make excuses for what he wanted.
Completely naked now, Tag
remained where he was, stroking his erection as he allowed his mind
to engage fully in the moment. Logan would ensure that this played
out the way he expected it to and Tag embraced the opportunity not
to have to think. He spent too many hours a day doing just that,
and this offered him the mind numbing bliss he had come to
enjoy.
When Sam’s eyes opened,
meeting his briefly, he smiled, watching as she writhed and moaned
while Logan continued to lap at her sweet pussy. Her answering grin
was brief before she closed her eyes, bowed her back and allowed
her orgasm to consume her.
That was another thing he enjoyed about
Samantha; she was incredibly responsive, ensuring that he knew
exactly what triggered that spine tingling reaction that had her
moaning Logan’s name over and over.
“
Come here,” Logan
instructed his wife as he stood to his full height. He offered his
hand, and then helped her to stand before heading to the fully open
shower on the other side of the wall.
Tag followed, still in no rush, but allowing
his anxiety to ratchet up a notch or two as he made his way beneath
the warm water behind them.
He had no way of knowing
what would happen next because true to form, Logan’s mind worked in
mysterious ways. He was always coming up with ways to ensure they
never got bored. It was true, pleasure was pleasure, but it was
also true that, without spontaneity, it would become monotonous,
something Logan appeared to be allergic to.
With his hands on her shoulders, Logan eased
Samantha to her knees before him, his eyes seemingly locked on the
woman’s beautiful mouth.
“
I want to feel your lips
on me, Sam,” Logan growled.