Seduction - Chapter 26
Friday
Justin moved so he was sitting next to me on the couch. “You’re welcome,” he said and patted my leg.
Me? I didn’t ask for this. And now my husband was furious with me.
This seemed a lot more like a fantasy of Justin’s…
oh . It hit me. This was legit Justin’s fantasy.
No wonder Justin wanted to plan the bachelorette party.
He wanted to watch all of our men do stripteases.
And I guess this was what he’d planned for the bachelor party too.
All the guys probably had stripper lessons tonight or something. Two birds, one stone.
And he’d kind of nailed it. The whole bridal party seemed to be having the time of their lives. Except for James.
And now me because I knew I was in so much trouble.
James’ scowl intensified as the music changed and Mason left.
For a second, I didn’t think he was going to dance at all. That he was just going to stand there looking like a furious professor.
But then he did a little spin as he pulled out his glasses from the pocket of his dress shirt.
He put them on and then slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he stalked toward us, his hips moving to the beat.
I loved when he rolled up his sleeves like that.
Most men looked like they were more relaxed when they rolled up their sleeves.
But if anything, it made him look more serious.
More in charge. Like he was about to get down and dirty.
Yes, his hips were moving to the beat, but it was hardly a dance. It looked like he had a purpose out here…and it wasn’t to do a fun striptease. It was to do a torturous one. Specifically designed to torture me.
Every single move he made was so erotic I could barely stand it. Especially with that scowl on his face. Each footstep landing perfectly to the beat.
Justin put his hand on my knee again and held his breath when James reached the coffee table.
The beat of the music changed and James ran his fingers through his hair as he gyrated his hips. In the exact same way he would if I was spread out naked beneath him.
But he wasn’t looking at me as he did it. He was looking at Bee.
And when he loosened his tie, he stared at Alina.
And when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt to the beat of the music, he stared at Daphne.
Jealousy surged through me. I knew what he was doing. But it wasn’t my fault that Rob made me spank him. Or that Matt gave me his jersey. Or that Brendan wanted me to ride him or something. Or that Mason made me molest his abs.
That had all been out of my hands.
But it was in James’ hands as he jumped up on the table and tore his shirt off, looking everywhere but at me. He tossed his shirt at Kristen.
She cheered.
Yeah, I was really fucking jealous as my husband aroused every single one of these women with just his abs showing. He slowly unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the belt loops.
Justin put his hand to his forehead and fell backward.
I clenched my jaw. James wasn’t really dancing like the other guys. Yes, his movements were to the beat, but they were methodical. Each one planned to arouse me. Sure, the other women too. But especially me. Yet he wasn’t even giving me the time of day.
But he knew how much I loved when he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt like that. And the way he ran his fingers through his hair. And the way he unbuttoned his dress shirt.
He loosened his tie as he stared at Bee.
“Oh my God,” Bee mouthed.
Yeah, I loved when he did that too. But I was used to his attention being trained on me.
I’d been planning on asking Bee to help me somehow get James into our sex dungeon and at my mercy.
But now I didn’t want her anywhere near my sex dungeon.
I didn’t want any of these girls near it.
Luckily they hadn’t found it when they were in my apartment tonight.
James pulled out a ruler from his back pocket and slapped it against his palm.
I bit my lip.
“I heard one of you is getting married. But first you need one last crazy night. Who’s the lucky bride?”
Daphne raised her hand.
“Stand up and turn around, you dirty girl.”
Her jaw dropped. But she quickly obliged, turning around, arching her back slightly.
She was responding the same way I had to Rob. I got it. I did. But…I also hated it. James was mine.
James jumped off the table, his eyes locked on Daphne’s ass.
Yes…Daphne’s. Not mine. I was going to kill him.
He ran the ruler slowly down her back, tracing the path of her spine. And then he turned to me. He lowered his eyebrows as he stared into my eyes. And then he slapped her ass with the ruler.
I jumped slightly in my seat, almost feeling the sting of it.
He lowered his eyebrows even more and then turned away from me. He tossed the ruler at Alina and then tore off his pants in one swift movement. He tossed his pants at Justin, who leapt in the air to grab them.
He was giving pieces of clothing and props to everyone but me.
And he was standing there in just a tie and his boxer briefs. No one else should have been allowed to see him like this.
He loosened his tie again and then pulled it the rest of the way off. I thought he would spank someone with that too. But instead he grabbed Bee’s hands and tied them together.
Her eyes grew round.
And I was pretty sure mine turned into slits. I didn’t love watching him touch someone else like that. He tugged on the tie and she leaned forward slightly.
He whispered something in her ear and she smiled.
And I swear my stomach rolled. I knew this was how he had felt when his friends were out here doing stuff to me.
But again…they were doing it to me. It truly had been out of my hands.
And they’d only done it in good fun. He was purposely provoking me with things he knew I found sexy, and I was furious.
“You’ve all been very naughty girls,” James said and winked at Alina. “I probably need to punish all of you.”
I glared at him. Punish? Seriously? Of all lines, he had to use that one?
I swear, if he does anything with Kristen… My train of thought ended as he stepped in front of her.
No.
He raised his eyebrow at her and she practically melted into a puddle at his feet.
He was supposed to be raising his eyebrow at me, not her. That was our thing. He stared down at her through his glasses, and that somehow made him look a thousand times hotter.
Kristen stood up, pressing herself against him.
And James didn’t step back. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.
I clenched my hands into fists.
James glanced over at me as one of his hands lowered dangerously close to her ass.
I knew he could see the fury in my face. And yet…he didn’t move. He just gave me the same hard stare back. If you touch her ass I will murder you in your sleep.
His hand moved a fraction of an inch lower as he glowered at me.
I got it. He was proving a point. But if he didn’t remove his hands from Kristen’s waist right this second I was going to cut a bitch.
Kristen pulled out the tie she’d stolen from his closet and draped it around his neck.
He smiled down at her.
No. He should have been freaking out that she’d stolen one of his ties! Not rewarding her with a sexy smirk.
She pulled on the ends of the tie, drawing his lips closer to hers.
If he kissed her I was going to lose my fucking mind.
He put his hand on the center of her chest, stopping her from pulling him any closer. And then he lightly pushed her back down on the couch.
I held my breath, expecting him to climb on top of her.
But he didn’t. Thank God.
“I’ll be taking this back,” he said, pulling the tie off his bare shoulders. “Thank you very much, Miss Dwyer.”
Him calling her Miss Dwyer made me just as jealous. I loved when he called me Miss Taylor.
“Do you want these clothes back too?” Justin asked.
James winked at him. “No, you’re good.”
Justin laughed.
But I wasn’t laughing when James knelt down in front of Alina. He lifted up one of her high heeled feet and put it on top of his thigh.
Is he…he isn’t… I was going to be sick. The imaginary image of him leaning down to kiss her inner thigh clouded what was actually happening in front of me.
I didn’t realize my throat had made a weird squeaking noise until James looked over at me.
I watched as he lifted her other heel. He grabbed his belt off the table behind him and slowly tied her ankles together with the leather.
I hated the way his hands were on her skin. I hated that his belt was bound around her.
I could practically imagine the feeling of the leather biting into my own skin as I stared at him.
He lowered his eyebrows again as he stared back at me. But he kept his hands on Alina, not me.
My heart was beating so fast that I swore he could see my chest rising and falling. He had to know how pissed I was. So why was he still kneeling in front of a woman that wasn’t me?
He slowly stood up. He was no longer even trying to move to the beat of the music. He stalked in front of me.
He looked so fucking pissed.
Well, tough luck. I was pissed too.
He leaned forward, putting his hands on the back of the couch. But not a single inch of him was touching me. He’d literally touched everyone else in the room but me.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Taylor,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll need to see you after class. Room 3B. You have exactly five minutes or this will be even worse for you.”
He pushed himself back from me, being careful again not to touch me at all.
I had been so aroused earlier, but now I was just furious. Well, maybe still a little aroused. Stupid professorly striptease!
All James had left was his boxer briefs and the tie draped over his shoulders that he’d reclaimed from Kristen. He should have looked exposed. But the way he was staring at me was so domineering.
Yeah, I was definitely still aroused.
“That was so much fun!” Daphne said as James walked out of the room.
Everyone started cheering for encores and laughing.
But I didn’t laugh. It felt like my heart was beating in my throat. Room 3B? It had to be somewhere in this building, because there was no way we were five minutes from any nice hotel. And it was probably somewhere through the opening in the wall. Because everything behind me was rat-infested.
It was like his words were echoing around in my head: “You have exactly five minutes or this will be even worse for you.”
I had half a mind not to go, that bastard. I could just sit here and drown my sorrows in a cheese plate.
But I owed him a slap across the face. Or ten. I was going to kill him with his stupid necktie that smelled like Kristen instead of me. Before anyone could even ask me where I was going, I stormed off after him.