Sin The taste of her se eps into my mouth.
Honey and cherries laced with something so intangible, so delicate, my head spins. I tilt my lips and her entire
body goes rigid. I lick her mouth. Ripples of sensation tremble up her chest and her breasts heave. I nibble on her
lower lip and her mouth opens. I ease my tongue in, dance it over hers. The taste of her intensifies.
Not innocent, not at all.
Something husky, sensuous, layers so complex that it would take me months, years to decipher her, to solve the
puzzle that is her. My groin throbs; my balls harden. I swirl my thumb around her clit and a whine trembles up her
throat. I absorb it.
I swipe my tongue past her sharp little teeth and goosebumps flare on my skin. A low growl rumbles up my chest, I
lean forward, so my chest brushes the full ripeness of her breasts.
"—so you see we have to see this deal through."
I de epen the kiss, and the trembling of her body intensifies. Her spine curves. Her breasts thrust upwards. I grind
the heel of my palm into the swollen bud of her clit, and she explodes.
Her body jerks, her head falls back, mewls of pleasure bleed from her mouth into mine. I swallow it all. Swallow
down every last drop of her pleasure. My chest hurts. My dick lengthens. No way am I going to come in my pants.
Her body goes limp under me.
"Sin, you there?"
I tear my mouth from hers. "I am not budging. They can acc ept my offer or they can go to hell."
There’s silence at the other end. Then, "Got it."
I toss the phone aside, making sure to disconnect the call.
Her eyelids flutter and a husky moan spills from her lips.
My balls harden and my legs tremble. And t-h-a-t’s my cue.
I should st ep back from her. Should pay every last penny I owe her and cut her loose. And put aside everything
that I’ve fought for my entire life?
She opens her eyes, and those beautiful green irises stare up at me, pupils blown from the orgasm I wrenched from
her. Her eyelids are hooded, yet de ep inside, hurt flickers. I misused my position. Hell, I’ve broken every sodding
rule in the book, from the first time I had encountered her. So what, huh?
What’s another falsehood, in my every growing list of guilty pleasures? At the top of which is her.
I pull my fingers from inside of her and we both shudder.
I raise my hand to her mouth and ease my fingers in between her lips. She curls her tongue and sucks on my digits.
I feel the suction all the way to the tip of my dick. My balls grow harder, if that were possible. Got to get away
from her. Now.
I drag my fingers from her mouth, then bring them to mine and lick her combined juices. Her pupils dilate further,
the scent of her arousal... and mine, intensifies. Oh no, not going to stay for the rest of this clusterfuck that my life
is fast descending into. I draw back and her gaze widens. Her lips stutter. And I can’t stop myself. I can’t.
I drop my head and kiss her. So damn sweet. So irresistible. I nibble my way up her jawline to her temple.
Press my lips to the soft skin there. "You okay?"
Silence. A beat. Another. Then she nods.
"Good."
I lean back, hold out a hand. She scowls up at me, glances from my face to my palm, then grips my fingers. I pull
her up to a sitting position, then to her feet. She stumbles and I lean into her, then pull back, steady her with my
grip on her shoulder. When she stays standing for another second, I release her. Then smooth her skirt down her
hips. My fingertips brush her calves and she shudders.
I st ep back, putting distance between us.
"You never did get to share your plans."
She stares at me, a dazed look in her eyes. "Plans?" she mutters.
"My office, ten minutes." I pivot, stride past the table, then pause. "You’ll be safe there." Why did I have to give
her that? It's unlike me to concede an inch, let alone give someone another chance. It has to be because she is
crucial to the success of my plan, and I had almost screwed it all up. Almost. Well... I raise my shoulders and let
them fall.
Too bad. Time to move on. If there is one thing I am good at it, it is learning from my mistakes, and this little bird
here is the biggest of them all.
"You expect me to believe that?" Her voice is unwavering. Good. A flush of pride fills my chest. She is stronger
than she realizes.
I glare at her over my shoulder, "Your belief, or lack of, is immaterial."
She draws herself up to her full height, which still means she has to tilt her head back to meet my gaze.
Damn, if the little spitfire isn’t fearless. Or naive. Or possibly, both.
"I have many faults, lying isn’t one of them."
And isn’t that the biggest whopper of them all?
She wraps her arms around her waist. "As if I have a choice..." she mutters.
"You don’t."
"No need to rub it in." She tosses her head, "Where’s your office?"
"One floor down, the office at the very end. You can’t miss it."
"Does it have whips and chains and little baby goats waiting to be sacrificed to the devil?"
I can’t stop my lips from curling, "Only if you want it." I turn, stride to the door, then stop, "Oh, and Bird?"
"What?"
"Don’t be late."