Page 103 of The Sinner's Bargain

Blue hesitated and started to shake her head. “No, I’m okay.”

Liar.

Even if her face wasn’t badly masking her discomfort, her body was tense.

“Don’t lie to me, Blue,” I warned. “Never about this. Are you sore?”

She nibbled on her lip. “Yes. A little. I’m sorry.”

I cupped her face. “Why are you sorry, love?”

She lowered her gaze. “I’ll get better at taking more.”

I half moaned, half growled at the thought. “Oh, you absolutely will, but I don’t want your apology for it. This isn’t a race to see how fast I can fuck you.”

Her gaze was uncertain lifting to mine. “I know you wanted to...”

“Make you cum again?” I grinned at her dark blush. “That’s my job, love. I’d do it full-time if you’d let me. But not if you’re sore. It’s supposed to make you feel good, not hurt you.”

“And it does,” she said quickly. “I like it a lot.”

I kissed her, slow and tender. I twisted us, pulling her under. Her arms circled my shoulders, and I deepened the kiss, nudging her open with my tongue.

She pulled back. “I still have...” she motioned to her mouth.

I raised a brow. “My cum in your mouth?” I would have laughed and pointed out it was too late for that when I kissed her earlier, but she looked so uncertain I could only sweep a lock of hair behind her ear and smile. “I know what I taste like, love.”

“Oh,” she whispered, blushing.

Christ, the way she blushed destroyed me. This was a girl who unknowingly gave me head just because she liked the taste of my cum. I didn’t understand her at all.

So, I stopped trying.

I returned my mouth to hers and I let myself melt in her arms. Let her ease every pain and stress waiting for me outside those doors. In that bed, in that moment, she was a balm healing every broken piece of me.

“I want to take you somewhere after breakfast,” I decided, breaking the kiss. “Dress warm and comfortable.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, small fingers stroking the side of my face where a shadow darkened my jaw.

“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it. Now, take a shower with me then we’ll head down.”

The shower could have been shorter if I could fathom how to keep my hands off her. Everything she did drove me to touch her. Kiss her. And she fucking encouraged it.

When she was washing her hair and I leaned down to kiss the exposed arch of her throat. Her arms immediately went around my shoulders even with her head still back in the spray. When I kissed her, she was up on her toes, fingers in my hair returning it. She was as much to blame as I was in my mind.

I dried her off and pulled one of my shirts down over her head before carrying her to her room so her feet wouldn’t get dirty. I set her down on the carpet under her bed, kissed her — maybe a little too long — before promising to get her in twenty minutes.

“I can find my way down,” she assured me.

“I like seeing what you’re wearing before anyone else,” I admitted.

Her smile cracked her whole face in half. “Okay.”

With a final peck on the nose, I left Blue to change. I closed her door and made my way to my office. There were several matters on the calendar for the day I would need to reschedule before I went out for the day.

Three of my guards stood clustered at the open doorway. I guessed they were swapping shifts, but their laughter had me pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

“What’s going on?” I asked, more curious of the fact that if they were all crowded around the doorway, who was watching the gates?

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