Tap Dancing with the Devil

by Faith Gibson

  The subject matter came up several more times until Adam lost his temper. He was mad at himself for not being a complete man, unable to bring a child into the world. He was mad at himself, yet he took it out on her. It was the first time he put his hands to her in anger, but it wasn’t the last. He should have manned up and let her adopt a baby, but he wasn’t willing to raise someone else’s child. A child who would remind him every day of his shortcomings.

  Adam leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Lexie’s lips. Her eyes snapped open, wide and glistening. “You’re mine, Alexa. Don’t ever forget it,” he said, harsher than he intended, before crashing his mouth to hers. His tongue searched hers out. When she opened for him, Adam dove in with a fervor he couldn’t remember having. Something inside broke as the need to reclaim his wife took over.

  He continued to explore Lexie’s mouth as his hips hastened in his need to come. To shoot his release deep inside her pussy and mark her as his. Adam broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers as his balls tightened with his impending release. “Fuck, Lexie… fuck… oh god, fuck!” he roared as his orgasm rocked his body. Thrust after thrust released his cum inside her tight heat. When he was completely spent, Adam pulled out and rolled to his back, getting his breathing under control. Lexie was quiet on her side of the bed. He should’ve said something, but if he had, it would’ve been a lie. Better to let her think whatever she wanted than to give her false hope that this was more than what it was – a guilty conscience.

  When Lexie remained silent and unmoving, Adam pulled his pants back on and headed to the kitchen to heat his dinner, leaving his wife alone with her thoughts.

  Lexie

  As soon as Adam closes the bedroom door, I roll off the bed and hurry to the bathroom where I pull my panties off and wet a washcloth to clean between my legs. I had been sleeping soundly, having the most wonderful dream of my thief doing delicious things to my body. Instead of finding his hand between my legs, I opened my eyes to find Adam loving on me in a way he hasn’t in… hell, I can’t remember the last time he’s done anything more than fuck me hard. I hate Adam’s touch. Loathe the feel of his body on mine. I wanted to throw up when he eased into me instead of taking me hard.

  I would say hell has frozen over. It would be much easier explaining that phenomenon than why my husband decided to be gentle with me. When he told me I was his and not to forget it, I waited for his fists. Waited for him to tell me he knew what I’d been doing. Neither one came. Something bad must have happened at work for Adam to come home in a gentle mood. Something he needed to wash clean from his mind.

  I closed my eyes and imagined it was my thief between my legs making love to me instead of the man I can no longer stomach. If this had been fifteen years ago, I’d have welcomed my husband into my body with open arms and legs. Too many harsh words have been said, too many bruises caused by his hands, too many tears have been shed over the years until I’ve become numb.

  Until him.

  Until my thief.

  The man might not have stolen anything from the house, but he’s stolen my will to remain unfeeling. His touch between my legs, his breath in my ear, his mouth on my skin has awakened the part of me I lost the first time Adam hit me. All because I wanted a child. When the begging became too much, Adam informed me – after he busted my lip – he’d had a vasectomy before he met me. He never intended to have children, and it was my fault for not asking him about it before I agreed to marry him. I was certain I’d talked about kids, but he assured me I had not. My life became a lonely place after that. I should have left Adam back then, but I didn’t make enough money to survive on my own, and I refused to go back home to my parents. I thought one day he might change his mind, and then I’d have someone who loved me unconditionally. He didn’t, and I don’t.

  I toss the washcloth in the dirty clothes basket and return to the bedroom, not bothering to pull on another pair of underwear. Before Adam came in and so rudely interrupted, my night had been as close to perfect as it could get for someone in my position. The anticipation of my thief showing up fuels my days. The way he drives my body to heights I’ve never felt before fuels my dreams. When he had his fingers inside me, I was sorely tempted to give in and tell him to fuck me. I have no doubt he’d be able to give me an orgasm with his cock. Something I’ve never had but now think about constantly. My thief is the devil. Tempting me. Making me do things I shouldn’t be doing. Thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be having. Not about a man other than Adam.

  It’s tragic, really, to have erotic dreams of someone I should be scared of. The man is breaking into my home, doing God knows what in Adam’s office, but I can’t find it within me to care. If I thought I could help him find whatever it is he was searching for, I would offer to help him out. If I’m honest with myself, I hope it takes him a long time to find what he wants so he’ll have reason to continue coming back.

  Chapter 15

  Cass

  Things are going smoother than I ever dreamed possible. I thought it would be hard to separate my life with Jared from the things I get up to after hours, but so far, there have been no glitches other than my feelings for Lexie. I’ve yet to figure out why shit went down that night, but the more I dig through Adam’s computer files, the more dirt he’s giving me to get my revenge on him. He unknowingly handed me the keys to his own six-by-eight hellhole. When the files on his computer get into the right hands, he’s not going to be around Lexie to hurt her ever again. I knew the bastard was corrupt, but the things he’s done, the money he’s taken, the people who have walked, all because he allowed them to – it’s all right there in black and white.

  Violet is still doing her part to keep Neil Perry occupied, but I can tell she’s hurt that I haven’t been coming around. Maybe when this is all over, I’ll revisit my thoughts on using her for sex, but I won’t give her false hope it will be anything more than that. I thought I made that clear in the beginning, but she still wants something I’m not willing to give her. I have to wonder why she would want to hook herself to a man who would pimp her out. Is she that desperate? I really shouldn’t judge the woman, but even if things were different, she’s not the type I want for myself. I want Lexie.

  I most definitely want Lexie.

  I want Lexie Murdock with a fierceness that only matches my need for revenge.

  The more I’m around her, the harder it is to walk away after only scant moments shared together. I want to get to know her. I want to know her past, her childhood, her parents. I want to know her favorite food. What music she likes. What her dreams for the future would be if she wasn’t married to Adam. I knew most of those things about my wife, but in the end, I have a feeling I didn’t really know her at all. The closer I get to the truth of what happened the night I found her, the more I believe there was something I wasn’t seeing. Something she was hiding from me. If not, why would she have been targeted? Was she murdered only to frame me and get me behind bars? I can’t believe that to be the truth, because back then, I wasn’t a threat to Adam, Neil, or Charles. I was nobody.

  The more I want Lexie, the less I want to be around her best friend. This is why I haven’t been back to see Amanda before today. The charade of being Theodore isn’t easy. I’m not a sophisticated world traveler. You would think fucking a beautiful woman wouldn’t be a hardship. For some reason, my conscious has decided to play havoc every time I’m with someone other than Lexie. This is why I’m spending more time digging into the files from Adam’s computer than seducing Amanda.

  It’s also why I’m not going to Lexie’s house every night and stealing any time with her I can. I know she wants me, but it isn’t me she wants. Lexie doesn’t know Ryan Cassidy. She only knows the man who gives her tenderness and orgasms. When she finds out my identity, she probably won’t want anything to do with me. Still, it’s a chance I have to take. There’s no stopping the plan in motion. Too much is already in play.

  As I’m getting ready for my evening with Amanda, I list
en to the latest news report in the background. Another victim of what the media has dubbed “The Tarot Card” killer has been found. Another victim to keep Murdock and Perry busy. To keep them away from their wives. Too bad Charles Cutler isn’t still on the force with them. I had every intention of enjoying his wife, Danielle, while ruining his life, too. Seeking him out later will give me something to look forward to when Adam and Neil are no longer in the picture. Then again, with the way I feel about Lexie, maybe another woman wouldn’t be helpful. I need to rethink how I’m going to pay back Charles for his part in that night.

  I mindlessly get dressed as I focus on the details of the case. It isn’t surprising there has been no evidence found at any of the crime scenes. What is surprising is the FBI hasn’t been called in. It’s only a matter of time, and then the detectives will be relegated to helping out instead of leading the investigation. The two of them having more time on their hands isn’t conducive to me getting what I want. I need to find what I’m looking for sooner rather than later. I turn the television off and focus on being Theodore Finch.

  I arrive at the parking garage connected to the building where Amanda works. I’ve documented what time she leaves each day. Who leaves with her. Where everyone parks. How much privacy we have. A little later than usual, Amanda exits the elevator with a couple of other women. She is oblivious to her surroundings. By the way her shoulders are slumped and her head is down, I’d say she’s had a bad day at work. She clicks the remote on her keychain, and it isn’t until she reaches for her door handle that she notices me standing beside her car.

  “How…” She masks her surprise and takes a deep breath “Hello, Mr. Finch,” she husks.

  “Mrs. Perry. How lovely to see you again.”

  “How did you find me?”

  “Who says I was looking for you?” I ask, raising my eyebrows teasingly.

  Amanda blushes and stammers, “I… Of course you weren’t. What brings you to this particular parking garage?” She tries to save face, and I do my best to smile, even though my thoughts are somewhat devious.

  “I had a meeting in the building. I believe fate is bringing us together by these random interactions. I haven’t been able to forget about the way you taste, Amanda. I know you’re married, but now that I have you here, I would love to have you alone one more time before I have to leave.”

  “Leave? Where are you going?” Amanda asks. Her frown is exactly the reaction I was hoping to get. Setting the hook just a little deeper each time we’re together. I can’t help but laugh at how easily she is to fool. I know I’m a bastard for what I’m doing to her, but she’s nothing more than collateral damage. It’s nowhere near what her husband did to me. I make sure to mention she’s married as often as possible. It might be more for my benefit than hers, because at this point in the game, it’s obvious that doesn’t bother her. Cheating on her husband. Meeting a strange man for afternoon trysts.

  “I have business to tend to in Europe. It truly is a shame you’re married. If you were available, I would take you with me. Show you the world. We would dine by the Eiffel Tower. Take a gondola ride in Venice. Sunbathe nude on a cliff in Greece overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. But you are married, so I will have to be satisfied with another taste of your delectable cream on my tongue.”

  Amanda looks around the parking garage, probably making sure no one is listening in on our conversation. I have no doubt there would be hell to pay if Neil caught wind of her even talking to me. “If I weren’t married, I would go with you,” she admits.

  I just bet you would. I push away from the expensive car I’ve borrowed, and I crowd her against her own vehicle. Craning her neck back, she looks up at the same time I lean down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. When my tongue touches hers, she attacks me with a hunger that should have my dick ready to sink into her pussy and stay there all night. As fucked up as it is, I feel as if I’m cheating on Lexie by being with her best friend. That won’t do. I’m using these women to get back at their husbands.

  Nothing more.

  Liar.

  When I break the kiss, she releases the hold she has on my hair. I push Lexie from my mind and remember the reason I’m standing here. “I want to taste you, Amanda. Please tell me I can.” I slide my hand down the front of her top, exposing her breast. I’m feeling out of sorts and more than a little vindictive. If I wasn’t trying to seduce her by being Theodore, I’d fuck her right here in broad daylight, not giving a shit who is watching.

  “You can,” Amanda whispers on a moan when I twist her nipple hard.

  I step away from her, leaving her breathless and exposed. If she looked deep enough, she would see me for what I am. See what’s happening for what it is, but she isn’t looking deep. She isn’t focusing at all. “Follow me then,” I say, leaving her staring after me as I angle into the car parked next to hers. When I start the motor and put the vehicle in reverse, Amanda finally comes out of her stupor, rights her shirt, and bends over for her purse. If she’s going with me, she needs to hurry the hell up.

  This is too fucking easy. Amanda is too fucking easy. This woman wants me. What I’m offering. I need to be getting into her house instead of her pussy, but since that hasn’t been possible, I’ll take what I can get. I place a call as I glance in the rearview mirror and slow down when I don’t see her older car behind me.

  “I have Mrs. Perry. Get in and make it quick.”

  I was being a dick to her back at the parking garage, and she was eating it up like a woman starving for cock. I drive to the next town over where I’ve already secured a room at a decent hotel. It isn’t the most expensive where a man like Theodore Finch would stay, but it is necessary, because other aspects of the plan have been and will be conducted there.

  I park at a side entrance and wait for Amanda to pull up alongside. I get out of my car and wait while she sits in hers, not moving. I lean against the quarter panel and cross my arms over my chest. I won’t beg the bitch for a taste of her pussy, but I do need her to at least get a good look at the inside of the hotel room. She finally opens the door, and I hold out my hand to her, playing the part of interested lover. Before Lexie, I was looking forward to getting another taste of Amanda. Now… Lexie has ruined me for all women, but I have a job to do, and if I need to, I can always think of Lexie while I’m dipping my cock into her best friend.

  I lead her to the side door and swipe the key card to gain entrance. I don’t speak or touch Amanda other than to guide her into the elevator. I don’t hold her hand. I don’t kiss her. She’s probably expecting something a little more romantic than the quick hand job she received up against the brick wall of the restaurant. As soon as I usher her into the room, I command, “Take off your clothes.” Her eyebrows hitch so they’re obscured by her bangs. “What did you think we were going to do here, Mrs. Perry?” I ask, not letting her forget who she really is. “I told you I wanted to taste you. Unless you want to go back to the openness of the parking garage…”

  “No. This is good.” She places her purse on the empty chair and begins removing her clothes.

  “Leave your panties on.” I need another little memento of our time together. When she is naked save the lace covering her ass, I move in. Spinning her around, I push her chest down onto the bed. “Stretch your arms out over your head,” I instruct. When she complies, I run my fingers down her spine, over her panties, and down the crack of her ass. I make the same movement several times, allowing my fingers to move farther each time until I’m cupping her mound. There’s something erotic about getting someone off without touching bare skin.

  If she were someone else, I would take my time seducing her. Lavishing her tits. Tasting and teasing her nipples. If I were someone else, I would make love to her until it was time to leave. We are who we are, though, and none of those things will happen. I grind my hand against her pussy over and over until she’s writhing against it. When I feel her panties dampen, I press against her clit, willing her body to find its o
rgasm. I need her panties good and soaked before I remove them from her. If her jagged breathing is any indication, she’s close to climax. I amp up the friction to her nub and reach around her body, sliding my hand up her stomach until I find a nipple, pinching.

  “Oh, god, Theodore…” she groans out as she pulses against my hand. Before she can come down from her high, I rip her panties down her legs. After she steps out of them, I grind out, “Don’t move.” I hadn’t planned on going further than getting her off, but my dick is pressing against the zipper of my pants. Since I’ve been staying away from Violet and dreaming of Lexie, my aching dick is more than ready to fuck this tight pussy. I pull my wallet out of the back pocket where I keep condoms on hand. I make quick work of unzipping my pants and rolling the rubber on my steely prick. I give Amanda a slap on the ass for good measure before I sink into her dripping folds. Grasping her hips not caring if I leave marks, I pull out and slam back in. Over and over. Her pussy’s just what my body needs to forget about wanting to make love to – to fuck – Lexie. Even Violet’s pussy didn’t feel this good.

  Amanda moans with each thrust, her hands clenching tightly to the bedding. “Oh, yes!” she exclaims. I should have explained the rules of no talking, but those are my rules, not Theodore Finch’s. The man who sought her out and tempted her with exotic trips would no doubt eat up the eager sounds coming off her tongue. I am not that man, but in this moment, I find my center and remember what I set out to accomplish. I want Amanda Perry to want Theodore Finch. I want her to need his touch more than her next breath. I want her to look at her husband and see someone lacking. Remembering this, I ease my grip on her hips and begin a slower pace. I calm myself and show Amanda Perry how good a slow fuck can be.