Sleeping with Beauty (Seven Ways to Sin 2) - Page 32

Sasha paced the room, visibly concerned by the news. “And what is your great-slash-terrible idea?”

“Well, we need more information,” I started. “We figure the best way to get it is to plant a microphone.”

“Sounds devious.”

“Fight fire with fire.”

“And how do you plan on going about planting a microphone?” she asked.

“Here’s my great idea. We invite them over for dinner. You know, return the favor, so to speak.”

Sasha raised a brow, visibly skeptical.

“Then it will be easy to plant microphones in the lining of their coats or possibly in their phones if they leave them unattended.”

“Sounds dangerous,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

I sent Landon and Christian across the forest to transmit the invitation. Now, there was nothing to do but wait—that and take a shower with my sexy man-hunk of the day: Will.

Warm water ran over my body. Will’s hands massaged my legs, inching closer and closer to my yearning snatch. His hard cock pressed against my ass up to the small of my back.

“Take me,” I said.

His hand ran up my back and to my neck. He grabbed the back of my head and leaned me forward.

I braced myself against the tiled wall and spread my legs.

He guided his shaft into me.

“Oh my God! You’re so big.”

“I’m not in all the way,” he said.

I rocked back as he thrust and let out a cry of pleasure.

I bent over even farther, my hands now on the tiled floor.

Will held onto my hips. He pounded me from various angles. He wrapped his leg around mine, straddled me, and explored every inch his shaft could find—or make.

When I straightened, he pulled out. He turned me to face him then pinned me against the wall. With one hand, he lifted my leg, which I wrapped around his waist. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of my head and brought my mouth to his.

I took his thick, hard shaft and guided him into me.

He grabbed my ass and thrust deeper and deeper.

My foot was no longer touching the floor, so I threw my arms around him to hold on.

While he squeezed my ass with one hand, he lifted my other leg and had me straddle him completely.

I could no longer feel the tile against my back. He held me in his big, muscular arms and fucked me until we both came together.

Unsurprisingly, Angelica Fay’s spies accepted our invitation for dinner. I knew they would not be able to say no to Landon. We decided fourteen men and two women would probably be overkill for the two couples who were coming over, thinking it would be a friendly dinner among neighbors. Since they’d already met most of my Savage Seven—all except Will and Ben—we set the table for our four guests; Sasha and Dan; me, Landon, Christian, Ken, Noah, and Trevor: a perfect dozen.

Will and Ben would team up with the other six members of Sasha’s harem—I refused to use the word “staff” or “drillers,” as she’d call them. They each had a post and a role to play. The mission: plant a microphone in each of the guests’ coats or, fingers crossed, phones.

Sasha insisted on doing the cooking—well, at least be in charge of the cooking. She designated Harry to be her taster. (And she had Seth try the food she was preparing.) She designated Bash to take care of the starters. (And she had Stevie prepare the first dishes we would serve.)

The guests arrived twenty minutes early. Like the spies they were, they thought they could catch us unprepared. But we had anticipated this—we were better spies!—and we were ready for them.

Dinner was exquisite—as was always the case when Sasha did the cooking. However, I couldn’t fully enjoy it as I was feeling a bit queasy. I tried to suppress the nausea and discomfort in my belly; I didn’t want to miss any of the riveting conversation, the leading questions, and the exchange of coy responses. But eventually, I had to excuse myself.

I went to the bathroom, threw up the food I wasn’t digesting, then staggered down the corridor, trying to regain my room so I could lay down and pass out. Did I forget to take my medicine today? What is going on with me? I never get this sick.

I’d made it halfway down the corridor when I collapsed. I thought I was going to die right there and then. The nausea in my stomach turned to twisting pain. I let out a loud groan, and immediately Graham came out of his room and rushed over to me.

“Bonita, are you okay?”

I could only shake my head. “I need to lie down.”

He lifted me off the floor, carried me into his room, and laid me down on his bed. “Hang in there, Bonita. I’m going to go fetch you some water and some aspirin.”

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