Electrified(58)

She liked him. He was her first crush. How ridiculous was that? Her marriage was a setup and a sham, and she hadn’t allowed herself to be attracted to anyone since leaving Brooklyn. Now, she liked someone.

A dark tough guy who was rough on the outside and gentle on the inside. Good disguised as bad.

She knew as many times as she told herself not to see Carson again, she’d see him as soon as he called.

Sienna fell asleep thinking naughty but oh-so-nice thoughts, dreaming of his tattoos, and all that was Carson. It was becoming a nightly habit.



CARSON KNEW he had to leave Sienna’s place. He wanted the woman so badly. Not just for a quick fuck; he wanted the whole woman. He wanted to know all of her—her secrets, her past, and what she wanted for the future. Jesus, fuck, he usually wasn’t a sentimental little shit. He had to get a handle on himself.

He had tried to talk himself into turning the evening into a night of no-strings-attached sex with the stripper.

But she’s more than a stripper. So much more.

When Carson took her home and saw her dainty place, tastefully decorated, all homey, he knew she wasn’t only a dancer. She was a million different parts, the sum of them being the best, and that could be bad, a fucking disaster, because he could really start to fall for her. More than I already have?

And he didn’t believe in all that, or did he?

He liked Sienna, all of her. Her eyes were just the beginning of what he found enticing, and the stripping was only a small part of that. His body seem to seek her out, and like an idiot, he started to think about crazy stuff like making a life with her.

Christ, she’s so fucking fabulous on the stage.

Her comfy home, the little wet bar stocked with excellent scotch, the taste and smell of her tight pussy, and the way she said his name while taking in her breath, making it come out all hoarse when she came. Her voice, the way her whole body quivered, the beckoning in her eyes, and the hesitancy she tried to disguise over what to do next told him her orgasm was all for him. It was a first for her, he knew it, and he got to claim it all. It made his head swim with thoughts and ideas he’d never dreamed of before.

She was a woman he wanted to know. Period. Now he had to get back east, work fast, and mostly figure out how to get the hell back to Vegas to pursue this woman.

Carson knew the window of opportunity was narrow, and he had one foot in the door. He wanted to crawl all the way the fuck in and stay a while. Not forever; he knew that didn’t work.

Or maybe it did?

Take a look at his own hellish situation with his parents. His mom had walked out when he was in kindergarten. She didn’t like having a kid; said it cramped her lifestyle. A lifestyle made up of her going out and having fun without any cares, especially not a son who needed to eat, sleep, and get to school on time.

Did it have to be that way?

He remembered sitting there, eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese with a neighbor, not at all worried his mom didn’t make it home for dinner again. The evening was burned into his memory after Carson learned she wasn’t coming back. Ever. His own mom, whether she was adequate or not, didn’t value the meaning of forever.

Could I?

His dad did the best he could raising a boy all on his own. He worked, put food on the table, made sure Carson went to the doctor and the dentist, that he wore his winter coat and did his homework. Eventually his dad started dating again, but he’d never remarried. When his father was diagnosed with cancer and died during Carson’s senior year of high school, he found himself alone.

At least his dad died knowing Carson was going to college. He’d already been accepted to Brown University before he passed. He hoped that gave his dad some sort of satisfaction that he did at least one thing right.

Carson lived out his last year of high school with his friend, Alex, and his family. He graduated, went to Brown on a full scholarship, and rarely allowed himself to think about the old days.

After graduating, Carson was already a very big, daunting man; he could take care of himself. His physique, brains, and educational background made him an ideal recruit for the FBI. Political science and history major, no relationships, no known family except for an estranged mother, built well, strong, unbreakable, and off-the-charts smart. They asked him to join and he jumped at the opportunity. Carson spent the better part of a decade solving high-profile crimes, making decent money with lots of government perks, and a long list of beautiful conquests.

He made even better money now that he was on his own. He charged astronomical rates, traveled when he wanted, lived life, and indulged in his desires.

But now he desired spending a little time in Sienna’s life, which was something completely new. Her house was so welcoming and comfortable. And the little moans she made when he slipped his finger inside her weren’t bad either.