Beyond Temptation (20 page)

She stared into his eyes. The reflection of a knowing smile glinted back at her. Her need for him grew and she was beyond caring about the consequences. Harold could divorce her if that was what he wanted. Perhaps she did love her husband – perhaps he still loved her. The last few months had been stilted and uncomfortable between them and thinking of the way things had been going she decided it was time for a change. A voice of rationality in the back of her mind screamed with protest. Her current mental state was vulnerable. She wasn’t in the right position to make such a big decision. Her decision was being swayed by external influences.

Robyn kissed him harder, preparing to relent.

She pushed her body against his, aware that he had released her hands from their uncomfortable position. It was automatic to want to caress life back into the aching limbs but she ignored that temptation. There were other things that she needed her arms for and she had been denying herself too many of them over the last twenty-four hours. Moving her hands down to his length, Robyn released his cock from his pants. He was still hard. Every pulse in his cock reinforced his eagerness for her.

Smiling, Robyn lowered herself to her knees. Her mouth hovered salaciously over the head of his cock. Looking up at him, she saw the excited grin that twisted his lips. He reached a hand down to the side of her face and stroked her cheek. His fingers moved up to her hair and she felt him twine long locks around his fist.

Unable to resist the temptation for a moment longer, Robyn moved her head closer to his cock. Her tongue was extended and she was on the verge of tasting the bead of pre-come that had grown on the end of his length. As she drew a slow, anticipatory breath, the salty scent of his excitement struck the back of her throat.

The fingers in her hair pulled hard. Robyn gasped, aware that he was stopping her kissing his cock. She started to glance up at him, then realised he was pulling her to her feet. She gave a startled cry. A frown of disapproval crossed her lips. It was infuriating that she had finally decided to have him and now he was stopping her.

He thrust his face unnervingly close to hers. The expression of authority he wore was austere and chilling. Her libido seemed so desperate for stimulation that even his frown excited her.

‘What if I didn’t want you to suck my cock?’ he asked quietly.

She gasped.

‘What if I wanted to feel the lips of your pussy wrapped around me instead?’

Her gasp turned into a sigh. Pressing her body against his she fumbled with his shaft and guided it towards herself. Yale still held her hair and he kept his grip tight. With his free hand, he thrust her away and turned her around. Robyn made a cry of protest. She wasn’t used to being treated in such a way but she wasn’t complaining as it happened. Yale made her face away from him and pushed her forward, bent double at the hips. His impressive strength frightened and excited her at the same time. Her skirt was rolled high and then her pants were tugged down.

The cool air on her heated pussy lips was like a lover’s caress. She relished the soft breeze and was amazed by the heat of her own sex.

‘You really are a picture of torment,’ Yale told her calmly. ‘I’ve never wanted to paint a woman as badly as I want to paint you. And I’ve never been torn like this before either,’ he added.

‘Torn?’

There was a note of unhappiness in his voice and she glanced over her shoulder to see if the displeasure was also on his face. He smiled reassuringly.

‘There’s an expression in your eyes that I want to paint. But I know, if we fuck, that expression will disappear.’ His grin was replaced by a frown of annoyance. ‘But you make me want to do this anyway.’ To illustrate exactly what he meant, he rubbed the swollen tip of his cock against the pout of her pussy lips.

Robyn wailed.

She felt faint with her need for him and knew that his cock’s tiniest penetration was going to throw her into the ecstatic extremes of an orgasm. The notion made her shiver and she tried wriggling against his length to hasten that moment along. At the back of her mind there were still warning bells ringing in protest at what she was about to do. Thoughts of Harold and his threat still troubled her but they were so far away she could just about ignore them. Perhaps common sense was right to dictate how wrong this was but she didn’t think common sense should have any part in this liaison. This was a moment that shouldn’t be thought about.

This was simply sex.

The warning voice insisted that she could still say something and stop him. A strangled cry with the word ‘no’ would be sufficient. Robyn ignored the warning voice. She pushed herself against him, wishing he wasn’t so easily able to squirm away from the demanding lips of her sex.

‘You want this, don’t you?’ He drew the head of his cock along her pussy lips.

Her cry of assent was like a desperate and wordless plea.

‘Beg me.’

Robyn caught a gasp in her throat and bit her bottom lip hard. ‘You bastard.’

He pulled hard on her hair. The tip of his cock pressed on the hood of her clit. The pressure was hard and urgent. ‘Don’t flatter me,’ he growled. ‘Just beg.’

‘Please, Yale,’ she roared. ‘Please fuck me. FUCK ME! I’m begging you.’

With a soft, wicked laugh, he began to push his cock forward. ‘If you insist,’ he whispered calmly. ‘Then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you for the rest of the day if that’s what you want.’

The unexpected noise startled both of them. It was the solid boom of someone thumping at the house’s main door.

Robyn glanced back over her shoulder and saw that Yale was also staring out of the kitchen, towards the hall where the sound had come from. He didn’t see the frightened glint in her eyes and she felt thankful for that much. As soon as she heard the noise one thought struck her: the person knocking on the door was Harold.

The idea terrified her and left her cold and racked with guilt.

‘Is it your models?’ she asked quickly, praying he would say yes.

‘They shouldn’t be back for hours yet,’ he said. ‘Bernice wanted to find a chemist for Christian and they were travelling on foot.’

Robyn’s stomach folded. The thought of Harold catching her like this was too unsettling to contemplate. If she had done as she intended with Yale she might have been able to evade any of his questions about her fidelity. With time to rationalise things she might have been able to lessen the event in her own mind and convince herself it wasn’t an act of betrayal. But if he was standing outside the door her chances of keeping the truth from him no longer existed.

Once again an unseen fist thumped the great door. Its echo rang heavily throughout Holbert Manor. The noise was enough to stop Robyn’s half-formed thoughts before they could reach any miserable conclusion.

‘You’d better go and answer that.’ Yale released his hand from her hair and guided the head of his cock away from her pussy lips. ‘Whoever it is, they don’t sound like they’re going to go away.’

She straightened herself and nodded. As she stepped out of the kitchen, he called after her.

‘You might want to check the way you’re dressed before you answer the door.’

She glanced down and saw that she had come close to opening the door in a state of obvious disarray. If she had opened it and found Harold there, she would have had no way of keeping her activities a secret.

Her blouse was torn open and one breast hung free from her bra. She could even see the wet memory of Yale’s saliva glistening on the nipple. Aside from the blouse, her skirt was still bunched up, revealing her pulled-down pants and exposed sex. The idea that she had come so close to opening the door in such a state of undress left Robyn shivering nervously. She turned away from the door and began to pull her pants back up and straighten the rest of her clothes. Movement in the corner of her eye made her start. She glanced up and saw that Amelia was standing beside the door.

A knowing smile twisted Amelia’s lips.

‘Have you been listening to us?’ Robyn demanded.

‘Listening to the virtuous Miss Innocent?’ Her grin was a vindictive smirk. ‘How could I listen to you? There was nothing going on, was there? What would there be for me to hear? You’re practically a virgin from the sounds of things.’

‘You nasty little bitch,’ Robyn snapped.

Amelia stepped back. Her grin inched wider.

The front door rocked again as their visitor banged harder than before. The brunette wore a triumphant smile that infuriated Robyn.

‘You’d better answer that,’ Amelia suggested. ‘They sound as though they’re ready to break the door down.’

Robyn fixed the woman with an angry glare. There was little she could do about the torn blouse but she took care of that by unfastening it completely and making it look as though she had dressed in a casual manner. With her pants properly on and her skirt straightened, she felt prepared to face whoever stood at the front door.

Even if it was Harold.

The thought made her stomach tighten with apprehension. Nevertheless, knowing she had to answer the door, Robyn struggled with the ancient lock and then threw it open.

Dominic stood on the top step. A broad smile split his lips.

‘Robyn, darling,’ he cried. ‘I drove all night to come and see you.’

‘Dominic?’ she gasped. He was the last person she had expected to see.

It was a relief that he wasn’t Harold. She felt touched by a fresh pang of guilt as she realised how close she had come to disobeying her husband’s explicit command. The thought that she had almost given in to her body’s demands left her cold and weak with disbelief. Knowing that she had been mere millimetres away from accepting Yale’s length inside her, Robyn felt a shiver tremble through her body.

Determinedly, she vowed that she wouldn’t succumb to such temptation ever again. If she wanted to save her marriage then she had to remain monogamous, regardless of whether she wanted that or not. The resolution fixed firmly in her mind, she addressed Dominic.

‘What the hell brings you out here, to the middle of nowhere?’

He smiled lewdly, his gaze flitting over the sight of her open blouse. ‘I’ve come up here to bring you a present.’

Robyn was intrigued. ‘What present?’

He reached into his jacket pocket and fumbled around for a moment. When he brought his hand out his fist was wrapped tightly around the gift.

Perplexed, Robyn held her hand out and allowed him to drop the present into her open palm. She stared down at it and felt the return of every one of the fears the she had just believed were vanquished. In the centre of her palm, Dominic had dropped a tightly packaged black condom.

The broad smile on his lips told her that he was determined to use it.

‘What the hell do you mean you can’t find them?’

Sheridan was furious. She glared across the table, unmindful of curious stares. The exclusive restaurant was surprisingly busy for such an early hour in the evening. It was barely half past six but already there were enough diners to give the room a crowded feel. Sheridan had turned heads as she walked into the restaurant that evening. Her ensemble – vibrant pink mini-skirt and matching T-shirt – was set off by complementary heels and stockings. The outfit displayed every curve of her figure. Her nipples pushed at the light fabric of the T-shirt, the taut nubs distorting the cloth. As always, her hair was a shock of magnificent red and blue streaks, almost peacock-like in its magnificence.

‘You lied to me, you toad!’ she screeched, making no attempt to mute her outburst. ‘You lied to me so I’d suck your cock. Is this how you repay me?’

Shocked murmurs rippled around the restaurant. The head waiter came rushing to the table, a perplexed expression creasing his haggard face. Harold waved a hand at the man, trying to dismiss him before the real fireworks could begin. He was blushing hotly and at a less crucial moment Sheridan would have drawn a wealth of pleasure from his misery. But right now she couldn’t care less. It didn’t matter that he was being embarrassed in front of his peers, or that he would never dare to dine in this restaurant again. She needed to make him aware of her unhappiness.

‘I tried to find the bloody paperwork,’ Harold complained. ‘Robyn must have filed it somewhere. It’s probably in her office. I’ll look into it first thing tomorrow morning. I promise.’

‘And what the fuck is wrong with looking into it now?’

Harold rubbed a hand over his eyes. The tips of his fingers massaged the centre of his brow, as though he was trying to clear a particularly bad headache.

‘I’m not going back to the office now,’ he said flatly. ‘I’ll look tomorrow.’

‘Is that what you tell all the girls, once they’ve blown you?’

‘I must ask you to have a word with your guest,’ the head waiter interrupted.

Harold glanced wearily up at the man. ‘Have a word with her?’ he repeated incredulously. ‘I’d be lucky to get a word in edgeways.’

‘When I mentioned her inappropriate attire, you assured me that she would behave herself in an exemplary manner,’ the head waiter insisted. He spoke as though Sheridan was deaf, or unfamiliar with their language. ‘You’re a good client, but I have other good clients whom I have to look after.’

Harold was nodding reluctant agreement. ‘I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused. I’ll do my best to make recompense.’

Nodding, assured of a substantial tip, the head waiter took a step back.

‘That’s it,’ Sheridan hissed. ‘I’m leaving.’

‘But we were going to have dinner.’

‘I’m leaving,’ Sheridan said firmly. She stood up and glared angrily at him. She knew she was pushing him further than was safe but having Holbert Manor meant everything to her. She had to get her hands on the property, regardless of the cost. If that meant pushing Harold too far and upsetting a handful of overfed diners in a snooty restaurant, she figured it was a small price to pay.

She thrust her chair back and glared down at him.

‘There’s really no need for this,’ Harold began plaintively. ‘If we could just sit down and talk for –’