Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (2 page)

Watching as Sam teased the
head of Logan’s dick with her tongue, Tag moved closer. When he was
no less than a foot away from her, she slowly reached out, stroking
his fully erect cock with her soft, wet hand while she continued to
suck Logan deeper into her mouth.

Needless to say, Tag was
beginning to forget everything else that normally weighed heavily
on his mind, losing himself in the sensation.

For long minutes, they
continued this way until Sam pulled away from Logan, turning her
attention on Tag. The heat of her mouth sent a chill racing down
his spine as she slid her lips over the engorged head. He locked
his knees as she continued to moan around his cock now filling her
mouth.

Closing his eyes, Tag
found it more difficult than ever to clear those pressing thoughts
from his mind. Unable to forget the woman who made her presence
known, inadvertently leaving him to wonder whether there was more
to this than what he originally thought. But he demanded those
thoughts to leave and allow him this one last night.

One last night to immerse
himself in this diversion that had become crucial to his sanity,
allowing him to pretend that one woman hadn’t intrigued him with
just a seductive, daring gleam in her crystal blue eyes.

She was a woman Tag feared
might just manage to push him further than he ever wanted to be
pushed.

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

With a slew of reporters
standing around, looking to pick up the tiniest bit of news that
they could exploit, Tag Murphy did his best to appear unaffected as
he made his way through the crowd. Although he wasn’t Sierra’s
lawyer, Tag was still representing Club Destiny and felt it
necessary to be present in the event Luke needed anything. As it
turned out, he had. This was just part of his job that he wasn’t
all that fond of.

He didn’t have any problem
being the necessary distraction that would keep the media at bay
temporarily for Sierra’s sake, but he’d rather be doing just about
anything else. If Susan Toulmin’s rant of lunacy was anything to go
by, the tactic appeared to be working.

Tag spared a glance at the
immaculately dressed woman coming out of the courtroom spouting all
kinds of crazy shit. As much as he’d like to be surprised, sadly,
he was not. He didn’t expect anything less from her today,
especially after the judge finally ruled in favor of Sierra
Sellers.

He might have to endure a
microphone or two that came just a little too close for comfort,
but it was the least he could do to keep the attention from Sierra
who was now being escorted out through the side entrance by Luke
and Cole. Better him than Luke McCoy that was for damn
sure.

“
Mr. Murphy,” a microphone
was jammed toward his face, “is it true that, not only do you
represent Club Destiny, but you’re also a member?”

Tag couldn’t count the
number of times he had heard that exact question in the last couple
of weeks. And just like every other time, he ignored it and
continued making his way through the hordes of people mulling
about.

Another
microphone.

Another
question.

“
No
comment,” Tag said as he shouldered his way through, only this
time, something – or rather some
one
– caught his eye.

Stopping abruptly, his
feet unwilling to continue, Tag searched the faces around him until
his gaze narrowed on one woman. The same woman who had caught his
eye every day for a solid month and captivated his thoughts for
even longer.

McKenna Thorne.

After their first run in,
Tag had spent the better part of an afternoon digging for more
information on the titillating red head now standing just two feet
away wielding a microphone and a seductive smile. The microphone he
didn’t mind, but the smile was more than just an intriguing tilt of
her full, red lips. It was a dare.

His persistent research
gave Tag quite a bit of information on the tremendously successful
journalist. She wasn’t just any journalist though. McKenna was a
relentless, highly admired entrepreneur who owned Sensations, Inc.,
a well-known online magazine geared toward swingers and the
sexually taboo. In recent weeks, thanks to the loose lips of Susan
Toulmin, McKenna’s magazine had received more than its fair share
of recognition.

He knew better than to
provoke the intriguing McKenna. Not because he worried his life
would become fodder for her daily newsfeed, but because, quite
frankly, Tag wasn’t sure how far his control could be stretched,
and the vibrant red head, with her teasing smile and come-hither
stare, seemed to realize that.

“
Is it true, Mr. Murphy,”
McKenna drawled in that sexy, raspy voice that was better suited
for phone sex than an interview in his opinion, “that you’re
representing Luke and Logan McCoy in their newest business venture?
Investing in a mega resort catering to the uber wealthy and their
kinky obsessions?”

Tag made sure his
expression didn’t change as he continued to stare into the most
exotically intense eyes he’d ever seen on a human being. From a
distance, her eyes appeared to be as crystal blue as the waters of
the Caribbean, but up close, less than a foot between them, he
could see that McKenna’s eyes weren’t blue, or green, or brown, but
a combination of all three. The iris consisted of a thin band of
brown, encapsulated by a thicker ring of green, surrounded by an
unusually bright teal blue. He didn’t even think they could be
called a specific color.

Her eyes weren’t her only
feature that Tag found appealing. Ever since the first day, outside
of the exact same courthouse where they stood now, he’d been
consumed by thoughts of her. It wasn’t just the smooth perfection
of her porcelain skin, her cute little nose, her luscious mouth or
all of those sinful curves that made men turn and watch while she
walked away. McKenna had a confident sophistication about her, and
when she had said his name that day, he’d been a goner.

His body hadn’t known the
type of lust she inspired for quite some time; an inferno of
passion and need that all but consumed him. Only Tag was a smart
man, and he’d been taught at a remarkably young age not to play
with fire. And he sensed this woman was as fiery as the long, silky
tresses upswept at the back of her head.

“
No. Comment.” Tag offered
McKenna his signature statement and a sardonic grin, then turned
and moved through the crowd. Had it not been for his momentary
pause, he might’ve been able to avoid what came next.

“
Mr. Murphy!” The voice
rang out, all too familiar, and more than a little irritating.
“Don’t you think it’s time you came clean with the nice people of
this city?”

Why couldn’t the woman
just keep her damned mouth shut?

Tag initially found
Susan’s insistence on representing herself highly amusing, but it
hadn’t taken long before she proved not only to him, but the judge
as well, that she was unquestionably bat shit crazy. Now,
apparently, she was out to ensure the world knew it too.

He turned slowly, dreading
the confrontation that had been a long time coming.

“
Ms. Toulmin,” Tag greeted
her politely, although he should’ve ignored her.

With Luke McCoy, on behalf
of Club Destiny, in the process of suing Susan for violation of a
binding contract, Tag knew better than to invite trouble if he
could avoid it.

Susan’s reaction to Sierra’s relationship
with Luke and Cole came as a bit of a shock to the three of them.
She made good on her promise to sue Sierra for misrepresentation of
her design experience, although Susan’s retaliation was obviously
due to her intense feelings for Luke and Cole. Tag knew for a fact
that Sierra had wished she never laid eyes on the high maintenance,
demanding attorney, so today’s outcome had to be a welcome
relief.

“
When are you going to let
these people know what Club Destiny is truly all about? The lewd
and repulsive acts that go on behind closed doors?”

Funny how the woman didn’t
find the club lewd and repulsive when she had been the one being
nailed to the wall by one or more members of the club during her
frequent weekly visits.

Tag raised his eyebrows as if to question
Susan, knowing full well she was continuing to dig herself a deeper
hole every time she chose to open her mouth.

He sometimes, like now,
had trouble understanding what made the woman snap. Tag liked Luke
McCoy well enough, but seriously? Could Luke have been that good in
bed that the instant Susan felt he wasn’t hers to have any longer
she went off the deep end? Shit, he’d engaged in some seriously
intense sex in his lifetime, but no one had ever pushed him to his
limits.

Then again, Tag never
allowed himself to consider anyone
his
the way Susan mistakenly did.
There might have been a relationship or two that Tag considered
exclusive, but with those partners, they agreed up front and they
knew full well what he was and was not interested in.

When it was over, it was
over.

Another reason he liked
the recent nontraditional aspect to his relationships. He was
content with being a third because it allowed him the freedom he
craved while also giving him the monogamy – for lack of a better
word – that he desired. However, his current relationship status
stood at single because he didn’t have time for anything else. Or
at least that’s what he told himself.

For a solid month, Tag had
managed to avoid Logan and Samantha McCoy’s requests for him to
join them in their infrequent rendezvous’ because... well, because
of
her
. The
sinfully beautiful woman, dressed in black, from head to toe,
pinning him with those exquisite eyes; the same one standing behind
Susan Toulmin, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in another
attempt to fuck with him.

Instead of responding to
either woman, Tag turned around, and this time successfully escaped
the throng of reporters eager to sling mud all over the front pages
of whatever magazine or newspaper they represented.

Including McKenna Thorne.

If she knew what was best for her, she’d
back off before she bit off more than she could chew.

~*~*~

McKenna watched as the
extremely fine specimen known as Tag Murphy slowly disappeared from
sight, appearing to be swallowed whole by the throng of reporters
jumping for the chance to catch that one golden ticket comment that
would rocket their career to stardom.

She didn’t move until she
couldn’t see his sexy as hell bald head any longer. What she
wouldn’t give just to follow him. Thankfully, she had been blessed
with enough common sense to know better.

From the moment she laid
eyes on him nearly two months earlier, McKenna realized Tag was one
she didn’t want to mess with. Yet, she was captivated by him.
Totally enthralled with every facet of the man to the point she was
all but stalking him on the internet, digging up as much
information about him as she could, and absorbing it as fast as
possible. It was a good thing that was her job, or she might be a
little worried about her own sanity.

Oh, hell, who was she
kidding? She
was
a little worried.

She found some consolation
in the fact that Tag Murphy considered her the enemy; therefore,
thwarting any chance of her getting close to the man. Little did he
know, McKenna was the least he had to worry about. But, it was
easier to accept his aversion to her than risk the chance of facing
him one on one again.

Their impromptu
introduction a couple of months before had left her reeling.
Similar to her intentions today, McKenna had been at the courthouse
in hopes of speaking to Tag in regard to his personal take on the
trial. Considering he wasn’t representing Sierra, she had been
hoping to get his opinion on a future outcome.

From the moment she asked the question,
McKenna had been caught up in the mesmerizing intensity of his
beautiful green eyes. He never did fully answer her, but something
else had transpired between them that day. Something McKenna
thought about often in the days since.

In recent days, she’d
acquired a few juicy tidbits of information about the sexy lawyer
that she was tempted to share with her readers, but for some
reason, she felt it necessary to keep those intricate secrets to
herself. After all, she hadn’t become successful by exploiting
people. No, her readers had come to love her online magazine for
her insight and her honesty. But, just like any other journalist
worth their salt, McKenna had learned how to get the information
she needed.

That was her job, and she
was good at it.

Although, it didn’t
explain why she couldn’t get her mind off of him and hadn’t been
able to for longer than she cared to admit.

Tag Murphy was sex
personified, and she could only imagine what he’d be like between
the sheets. Not that she would ever find out, but she could have
fun pretending for a little while.

Her attention was pulled
to the woman standing next to her, feeding a line of
unsubstantiated bullshit into one of the lingering microphones.
McKenna already knew what the bitter Susan Toulmin had to say. Same
thing she always did.