Page 80 of The Sinner's Bargain

The conversation seemed endless but couldn’t have been more than an hour before I finally had Blue to myself. My hand on the small of her back. Her skin warm through the satin fabric as I led her to my office.

Once I had her safely tucked away where it was just her and I, and all the ideas in my head, I closed the doors and turned to her. My fingers undid the two buttons at my throat and the links on my cuffs. I pocketed the silver heirlooms with the family crest and rolled up my sleeves to the elbows.

Blue hurried away from me to the shelves, mind set on finding a new book and pretending she hadn’t twisted me up the last hour.

“Do you have work or—?"

Blue ceased speaking as I started towards her. Her attention slid down my chest and along my arms. A pink tinge appeared on her cheeks that almost made me grin.

“Up here, sweetheart,” I teased, pointing two fingers towards my eyes.

Blue blinked and tried to focus on my face. “What?”

“You’re staring.”

“Oh,” her squeak was followed by an unsteady shuffle backwards. “I’ll ... I’ll just find a book and—”

Her gaze bounced up in a panic when I stole another step forward.

“Or you can come here and let me finish what I promised.”

The smooth column of her throat shifted. Her eyes dropped to my chest. To the V.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s ... I can’t ... we shouldn’t...”

I was nearly on her. “I disagree with all of those things.”

She edged back. “I ... I don’t think I want...”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

I undid another button on my top, deepening the V and drawing her eyes further down my chest. Her lips parted. Her tongue slipped over the curves.

“Blue?” I coaxed.

“Hm?” she rasped.

“You were speaking,” I reminded her.

Her gaze slipped to the hollow of my throat. “Oh ... what was I...?”

“Saying?” I backed her into a row of shelves, eliciting a delicious whimper. “Something about not being sure you want this.”

“Oh!” she wheezed as I forced a knee between her thighs. “This isn’t ... isn’t a good idea. I don’t think—”

“Then don’t.” I trailed my lips along her jaw. “Don’t think, Little Blue. It’s better if you just feel what I’m going to do to you.”

To emphasize, I bumped her pussy with the top of my thigh. I rocked against her gently until her eyes were closed and she was making weak, helpless sounds.

“It’s ... it’s ... it’s not going to work,” she whined, meeting my grinds with slow rocks of her hips.

“Are you sure about that?” I coaxed, reaching between our bodies for the fucking bow that had taunted me all night.

Blue nodded. “I tried and nothing happened.”

I paused. Head cocked as I took in her perfect features. “You tried? Tried what?”

I didn’t think she could get any redder, but her complexion was the very shade of a tomato.

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