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.
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.
Chapter One
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.