Page 96 of The Sinner's Bargain

When her back arched off the tile and my name was a whimpering plea on her lips, I hooked an arm around her middle and dragged her into me. I dug my cock into her hip and buried my face into the side of her cheek.

“That’s it. Cum for me, Blue,” I groaned into her ear.

With a moan that sent her head back, exposing her throat to my teeth, Blue came with a series of incoherent mumbles I didn’t understand. Her pussy seized around the fingers she held deep within the hot confines of her body. Her walls milked them the way I was dying to feel around my dick.

Shuddering and making helpless little whines that made my control waver, Blue opened her eyes and peered at me with the most sated expression of a smug feline.

“I missed that,” she breathed.

I thought of her needing me the last two weeks and me being too preoccupied by work to give her what she needed and felt a spear of annoyance at myself.

“I won’t let that happen again,” I promised her.

She gave me a lazy smile that tightened the noose around my chest. “You were working.”

It surprised me how quickly I was about to tell her nothing was more important than her. But sense prevailed and focused instead on maneuvering her deeper under the spray. I held her gaze as I discreetly rinsed the smear of blood on my finger and across my palm.

I didn’t know if she knew what she’s done, but I wasn’t about to gamble her soft glow on a patch of skin that I was going to dislodge eventually.

So, I rinsed away the evidence. I poured body wash into my palm and ran my soapy hands across her sensitive body, paying extra care to wash the blood from between her thighs.

Then I did myself. I shampooed my hair and scrubbed lake water off my skin. Blue watched me with the familiar scrutiny of someone definitely enjoying the show.

“Like what you see?” I teased her.

I expected her to blush and look away, but she stared right into my eyes when she said, “Yes.”

Biting back a groan, I shut off the water. I faced her, both of us dripping.

“I want you on the bed.” I pulled the glass back on its rollers and reached for the nearest towel. I shook it and twisted it around her. “Without the towel.”

Blue’s eyes widened, but she didn’t refuse. She wouldn’t. She may not have known the things I was about to do to her, but she wanted them as badly as I did.

Securely bundled in the towel, she hurried out of the bathroom.

I took a moment longer getting my own towel. I rubbed it across my arms and chest, gathering the beads of water off my skin. My gaze searched the steam filming the mirror, tracing my blurry outline, glad I couldn’t see the terror in my eyes.

I almost lost her.

No matter how I tried to remind the gnawing turmoil in my chest that she was just in the next room, that she was fine, only I knew what was wrong.

She’d been in the gardens.

I didn’t even know for how long, but every second ... every fucking second could have been her last.

I rubbed a hand over my face and back through my damp hair. Not at all surprised the thing actually shook.

She was going to be the death of me, and she had no fucking idea.

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