Blindfolds and Naughty Boys (Spice & Seduction #7)

Chapter 1

Evie

The low murmur of male voices outside the bedroom door has my heart racing and my core throbbing. I can't make out what they're saying, but it's about me, and that's all it takes to get my nipples hard enough to cut glass.

I sit upright on the edge of the king-sized bed and look around my boyfriend's bedroom, desperately trying to distract myself from getting too hopeful about who is on the other side of the door with him.

Cormac's room is clean, meticulously organized; styled, but not fussy.

Exactly like him.

Gripping the white duvet cover in my sweaty fists, I open my hands to smooth down the material and then ball it up tight again. I repeat this process over and over as I wait for the fun to begin. My heart pounds in my chest with anticipation.

Cormac and I have been dating for two incredible months, and I'm madly in love with this man.

It's not just about the sex, which is mind-blowing, but everything about him makes me melt.

He's intense, but not controlling. Caring, but not patronizing.

He spoils me rotten, but he's not flashy about it. Did I mention the sex is amazing?

I met him at McGurdy's Bar in downtown Duhring Park, where we both live.

He and his best friend, Nash, started coming in when Phil's Tavern had to close down for a month due to a piping issue.

We were hopping busy, but the guys kept showing up in my section, and I obviously couldn't help but notice the two muscled gods with the sexy eyes and easy laughs.

After a week of flirting with both of them, it was Cormac who asked me to dinner and then had me for dessert back at his place. I haven't spent a night in my own bed in eight glorious weeks.

Cormac and Nash are in the process of opening a high-end sex club in between Duhring Park and nearby Festival Valley.

It's still in the early stages of renovation, but it's getting a lot of buzz around town.

Ever since The Reading Grounds started offering twice-monthly "Smut I've learned that lesson the hard way.

I pause as I hear footsteps in the hallway, and then the bedroom door opens. Cormac walks in and shuts the door behind him. He heads toward me casually, but the front of his pants strains with his erection.

"Evie, you look beautiful."

I gaze up at him, smiling with pleasure.

He fingers the embroidery along the top of my camisole, gently caressing the tops of my breasts as he lets one finger graze along my nipple.

I try not to react, but my nipples have been permanently hard since he said tonight would be a play night, and I shiver, leaning into his body. I need more.

"Please, Cormac," I beg with a breathy, desperate plea. I'm lightheaded with anticipation.

Cormac lets out a throaty chuckle. "My sweet, sexy girl. Are you ready to play?"

I nod desperately and squirm.

He takes my fingers and puts them to his mouth, sucking them in one after another. "You kept your hands to yourself. Good girl."

I flush with pleasure at his praise, so glad I held out.

Cormac leans down and kisses my neck as I give him better access. He works his way to my cleavage, and I grab at the top of his pants, desperate for his cock. Before I can get to him, he grips my wrist and gently pulls me away.

"I can't, baby. I promised our guest first taste of you tonight."

I stare up at him, biting my lip. "Guest?" My heart soars.

Cormac is incredibly cautious. Safety and consent comes before pleasure, both his and mine. It's why I trust him implicitly. I let out an excited breath, because if he's sharing me tonight, it means it's only with someone he trusts.

Please be him.

Cormac smooths my hair. "Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say with our friend?"

"Yes, baby." I've never been so turned on in my life. I let out an embarrassing little whimper as I nod vigorously.

Cormac smiles, his eyes heated as he pulls what looks like a scrap of smooth black fabric from his pocket.

The blindfold is made of satin and lace, reinforced with a hard material that molds over my eyes.

It's simple, but it stays in place and I can't see a thing.

Sometimes my fantasies are about glimpsing peeks of him while he fucks me, and those nights he just uses a simple scarf.

But this blindfold is about completely obscuring sight.

Every time I wear this one, all my other senses heighten. Every touch is more intense, every kiss more startling because I can't see it coming. I shiver.

Is it possible to die from too much pleasure?

The unseen lover is my favorite fantasy, and the fact that he knew to use that when he shares me is thrilling.

I love this man with all my heart, practically since the moment I laid eyes on him. But he's not the only one, and I'm terrified he won't want me anymore if he finds out.

I try to push that thought aside. Tonight is not about thinking with my head or my heart. It’s about feeling every drop of pleasure this man sends my way.

Cormac fits the blindfold over my head and fastens it in place.

I blink against the fabric, turning to where I think he still stands. "Am I the only one blindfolded?"

Cormac kisses my cheek, ignoring my question, and then leans down by my ear. "Evie, everything I say and do tonight is to give you pleasure. This is making your fantasy come true. If you want to stop, use your safe word. Say it once now."

"Fruit salad," I respond immediately.

Cormac groans as he breathes out against my cheek, and even without seeing him, I can tell he's rolling his eyes. "Why that one?”

I turn slightly to run my lips up against his cheek with soft touches that drive him wild.

"I don't intend to ever use it. I trust you.

" I lick the start of stubble on his cheek and then continue my thought quickly before he can chime in with his lecture about safe words and him not being a mind reader.

"But if I have to, there will be no mistaking what I've said. "

He groans and places my hand aggressively on top of the bulge in his pants, forcing my fingers to squeeze his hard cock through the material as he slams his lips to mine. His tongue dominates me, and a fresh wave of release ruins the scrap of silk fabric between my legs.

He pulls away, determined to play his role. "I'm going to watch while our guest fucks you. And then, you are going to get on your knees and swallow me down like a good girl."

"Yes," I breathe. I know it won't end there. He doesn't need recovery time, and our play nights are filled with orgasm after orgasm for both of us.

Cormac pulls away abruptly and pushes me down on my back in the middle of the bed. "Don't move," he commands, his voice like a whip straight to my clit, and I let out an excited little moan of pleasure.

I try to remain motionless, but then I start to shake with excitement. My pussy throbs with the anticipation of a new cock and being watched by the man I love. It's almost too much.

Almost.

When the door opens again, my breath catches.

"Come in," Cormac says, and then the unmistakable presence of someone else fills the room.

My pulse picks up as the familiar scent of orange and leather enters my nostrils.

It's him.