Free The Pleasure of Sin by Shauna Hart Page B

yanked on the leash around the other woman’s neck, his hand coming down on her bare buttocks hard enough to leave a mark. Still, his eyes never left Jade’s, and the desire she saw there only served to arouse her more.
    Jade felt the man behind her reach down, his hand curling around the curve of her leg. He lifted it to the side, letting the other man see her completely. His cock jerked inside her as he held her firm. Her eyes met the other man’s. Here she was spread before him, naked, as another man drove into her body. She should have felt repulsed by the act, but instead she felt the first waves of climax slice through her body. She had to fight against the urge to drop her hands from the glass as the second wave hit her. Her eyes closed, her mind completely focused on the movements of the man inside of her. He released her leg, reaching around her to place lazy circles on her clit with his finger.
    That was all it took.
    She cried out at the intensity of the climax only seconds before she felt him convulse inside of her.
    Leaning heavily against the glass, she tried to steady her erratic breathing. A quick glance inside the room let her know that the couple behind the glass had already left. A sound behind her caught her attention, and she saw the length of his arm as he closed the door. She quickly grabbed her clothes, pulling them over her naked body before running out into the hall. Scanning the corridor, her eyes searched for the elusive stranger who had so thoroughly possessed her only moments before.
    But he was gone.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
    “Stop asking questions or you’ll end up just like your sister.”
    The threat from the garbled voice robbed the air from her lungs.
    “Who is this?” Jade asked, pressing the phone tightly to her ear.
    Silence filled the line.
    “Who is this?” she demanded, her heart beating so fast she thought it would soon burst out of her chest.
    The line went dead.
    She lowered the phone as she tried to still her erratic breathing. When she placed it back on the receiver, she practically fell onto the couch. Obviously, someone thought she was getting too close. Fear raced up her spine at the thought that she had been watched, that she was being watched even now.
    You’ll end up just like your sister.
    The words echoed through her head. She jumped to her feet, grabbing the keys from the bar. It was time that she found out just what it was she was getting close to—before it killed her.
    Several blocks later, she barged into Davis MacLean’s office. He looked up, a doughnut held firmly in his hand. “Ms. Monroe? I wasn’t expecting you.”
    “It’s been days, Mr. MacLean. What have you found out?” she asked without preamble as she took a seat in front of him.
    The look he gave her was one of a boy with his fingers caught in the cookie jar—except that this was a very large boy, and the cookie jar was her bank account. “Well, not much, yet. But I’m sure that something will turn up soon,” he reassured softly.
    She scowled at him, shaking her head in disgust. For days he had been sitting on his ass taking her money, and she would bet that he had never even questioned one person. He was a joke. And, despite her phone calls this morning, he was still the only private investigator in town who would take her case.
    “Somehow, I doubt that very much,” she replied.
    Color crept into his cheeks at her insinuation as he shifted uneasily in his chair. “Well, Ms. Monroe, you have to understand that people aren’t just going to tell me all of their secrets instantly,” he reasoned.
    “Especially if you never leave your office.” She grabbed her purse, walking over to the door. When she reached it, she turned to face him. “Look, Mr. MacLean, I understand that this is not a large firm. I also understand that you might not have as much experience as the other firms in this town. But I believe in you. I know that you can help me find my