Page 5 of A Sinner's Virtue
“As long as the knife doesn’t hit anywhere lethal.” He lifts a single shoulder. “I’m always down for an adventure.”
I laugh, and for the first time since this whole idea got into my head, I feel myself relax. It’s easy talking to Marcel. There’s something about him. Something that just, I don’t know, puts me at ease. Makes me feel like I’m safe with him. Which I know is a stupid thought. I don’t know the guy.
But I don’t need to know him to have fun with him, do I?
Chapter Three
I’ve been talking to Zoe for an hour. I don’t recall the last time I ever just talked to someone for a whole hour. Fuck, I need to either seal the deal with this chick or break ties. At least that’s what I’d usually be doing.
I’m honestly happy just sitting here talking to her. It’s… refreshing to talk to a woman who either doesn’t know who I am or doesn’t give a shit. She’s not trying to get anything out of me. She argued when I told Brian to put her drinks on my tab.
“So, are you going to invite me back to your place at some point tonight?” Zoe asks.
Whiskey gets caught in my throat and I choke down a lungful. “Shit,” I hiss, trying to catch my breath. That was literally the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just assumed… Well, I shouldn’t have. Forget I said anything.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I tell her. “Let’s go.” I jump up and hold out a hand. I won’t drag her out of here like the neanderthal I want to be. She needs to make the conscious—okay, tipsy—decision to come with me.
Zoe takes my hand and slides off her stool. She’s even tinier than I thought. Her head doesn’t even reach my shoulder. “Where are we going?” she asks.
“I have a hotel room at the Four Seasons. My brother’s getting married tomorrow. We’re all supposed to stay there tonight.”
“Your brother? Why aren’t you with him?”
“Because my brothers, all four of them, are a hell of a lot less exciting than you are, Zoe. Which means I’d much rather hang out with you.”
Her hand grips mine a little tighter as we work our way through the crowds on the sidewalk.
I glance in her direction. Her lips are pressed tight together. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. I just don’t like crowds all that much,” she says.
“Me either,” I admit.
I guide Zoe through the lobby of the Four Seasons and straight to the lifts, my cock hardening more and more with every minute it takes to get back to my room. I want to get inside this woman. Now. As soon as the doors open onto my floor, I reach out and toss her over my shoulder before making my way down the corridor.
“What the hell?” Zoe screams while slapping her open palms across my back. “I will shoot you, you know.”
“I figured this was the fastest way to get things done.” I tap the key card on the door, push it open, and let it slam behind me before tossing her onto the bed this time. “I want you naked.”
I slide my arms out of my jacket, dropping it to the floor as I make quick work of unfastening the buttons on my shirt. My cufflinks land on the plush carpet, followed by my shirt. “You’re not naked yet, Zoe,” I tell her.
She hasn’t moved from her spot on the bed. Slowly, so fucking slowly, she climbs off the mattress and shimmies herself out of her dress. While I kick off my shoes, bend forward, and remove my socks. My eyes stay glued to Zoe, who is standing in front of me in a matching light-pink lace bra and panty set. And a pair of sky-high black heels.
Fuck, I love those shoes.
“Leave the heels,” I tell her when she goes to kick them off. Then I step closer to her, my hands grabbing for my belt and tugging it loose. “Leave all of it. I’ve changed my mind. You’re like a fucking present and I want the pleasure of unwrapping you myself.” My fingers slide to the button of my slacks before I pull down the fly. Then I reach out a hand and brush it along her collarbone. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look right now?”
“No.” Her eyes drop to the carpet.
Placing my fingers under her jaw, I lift her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “You’ve never seen a mirror? Fuck, babe, you should know I’ll be jerking off to this image of you for years to come.” I move my mouth closer to hers. “Trust me when I say my cock doesn’t get hard for just anyone. But you, Zoe, you’ve got me harder than I’ve been in a long time.” I close the gap and slam my lips onto hers.
I’ve been dying to kiss her all fucking night. My hands move around to her back, one cupping her head, the other resting on that dip right above her ass. Zoe’s lips part and I take the invitation, walking us backwards until we’re falling onto the bed. Where my body hovers above hers.
“Do you want me to touch you, Zoe? Do you want me to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before?”
Zoe’s cheeks flush a bright pink as she nods her head.
