A rather steamy chapter by Sharon…
As Frank and Eva indulged themselves, they unknowingly ended up with some unexpected company. John, sullenly nursing his drink, had been unable to keep his eyes off Frank and Eva's sensual performance on the dance floor, despite Sarah's exhortations. Those eyes narrowed suspiciously as the two of them made their way to the VIP room.
"What the hell are they up to now?"
Sarah sighed. "Exactly what you think they're up to, I'm sure. Let it go, John. You've lost her. Just accept it and move on."
John wasn't listening to her. "I don't understand what the hell has happened to her. She practically has sex with him right on the dance floor, then disappears with him into a back room? I have to know what's going on."
Sarah glanced over toward the VIP room and shook her head. "I don't know how you propose to do that, given the size of that guy who's guarding the door."
He looked determined. "I don't know, either, but I'll figure something out."
It took over two hours for him to get his chance. John perked up when he saw Columbia frantically push her way toward the large young man guarding the VIP room's door.
"Eddie, I need you up front. Four drunks have gotten into a fight, and Roland can't handle them alone."
"You got it." Eddie abandoned his station, following Columbia toward the entrance to the club.
John grinned. "Bingo. C'mon with me. Get Tricia to keep an eye out for that guy."
Sarah sighed with exasperation, but asked her friend to give them the "high sign" when Eddie started to return to his post. She then followed John to the VIP room door. She looked at him expectantly.
"Well, here's your chance. It's now or never."
He took a deep breath and gently opened the door a crack, just enough to give both of them a view of what was going on inside. What they saw affected both of them with the force of a gunshot, for very different reasons.
Frank and Eva, having abandoned the table, were standing against the wall. Eva's leg was wrapped high around Frank's torso and her hands wandered his body, as he continued to thrust into her with undiminished vigor. They were in the midst of the most erotic kiss either John or Sarah had ever seen.
As John and Sarah continued to watch, Frank and Eva slowly sank to the lushly carpeted floor. His thrusts became even more powerful, and Eva wrapped her legs around him as her body began to shake under his exquisite onslaught. In the throes of uncontrollable lust, she groaned loudly and dug her fingernails deep into Frank's back; the heady combination of pleasure and pain seemed to raise his passion to even greater heights. His rhythm became even more savage, finally pushing both himself and Eva over the edge and into the most powerful mutual climax they'd ever experienced. Frank collapsed into Eva's arms, and for a couple of minutes they simply held each other, exchanging a series of deep, passionate kisses.
Incredibly, however, they hadn't yet had enough. Still holding Frank deep within her, Eva rolled over so that she was now straddling him. Smiling down at him, she breathlessly said, "You've been doing all the work for the past two hours. Now it's my turn."
Just as Eva began to "ride" Frank, Tricia came up and shook Sarah's shoulder. "He's coming back!" Quickly, Sarah closed the door, and she and John beat a hasty retreat.
Once safely back in their previous location, John and Sarah looked at each other with the stunned expressions of witnesses to a train wreck. However, instead of discussing the matter with each other, they each sank into their own silent reveries.
John, for his part, was so consumed with anger and jealousy that he could not have managed a conversation had his precious career been riding on it. The Eva he'd known had certainly been a more than competent lover, but in all the years they'd been together he'd never seen her exhibit the kind of white-hot lust and sense of sexual urgency that Frank so obviously brought out in her. John had only been trying to get Frank to lose his composure when he'd called Eva a slut, but as far as he was concerned, the woman he'd seen in that room more than lived up to the term.
It was all Frank's fault. He'd corrupted her; tainted her; turned her into the kind of woman John longed to use to satisfy his basest of physical needs. He'd turned her, in short, into an even more sexually voracious – and certainly more beautiful - version of Sarah.
That realization shot a thunderbolt of desire directly from his head to his groin. Oh, God…it was all he could do to keep from bolting to that door and battling that big bruiser guarding it in order to get inside. In order to get her. It was no use; he had to have her. And if it took destroying Frank to do it…well, so much the better.
Sarah's thoughts were wandering into equally dangerous territory. She remembered how stunned she'd been when Eva had ended her relationship with John without so much as a "goodbye" to his face. No matter how hurt Eva might have been, Sarah couldn't believe she'd so easily give up on a relationship she'd always fought so hard to preserve.
The mystery had been partially solved when Sarah had learned of Eva's relationship with Frank. Still, it hadn't occurred to Sarah that Eva's new liaison was anything other than a rebound relationship, destined to fail when Eva ultimately proved unable to overcome her feelings for John…something to which Sarah had secretly been looking forward with no small amount of relish.
That smug expectation had been shaken when Sarah had finally met Frank. It wasn't just that he was good-looking and charming; there was something about him, something Sarah couldn't quite place, that gave her the impression there was more to him than the cheerful, even-tempered demeanor he presented to the world.
And tonight, she saw exactly what that "more" was… the kind of explosive sexual charisma, stamina and skill that had the power to devastate her just by witnessing it. Sarah had certainly had more than her share of lovers, but never had she had anyone who could do to her what she saw Frank doing to Eva.
God, it was so unfair. When Sarah had managed to "win" John, she thought she'd finally, at long last, gotten the best of Eva. So what did Eva do? That very night, she'd met a gorgeous man who turned out to be not only a sex god, but hopelessly devoted to her as well.
Or was he? Sarah wasn't the world's brightest woman, but one thing she did know about was the sexual behavior of men. She found it impossible to believe a man of Frank's obvious sexual appetite could ever be satisfied by just one woman, no matter how extraordinary that woman might be. And who better to help satisfy Frank than his wife's own flesh and blood? She smiled to herself.
After all, what were sisters for?