Page 67 of Sin Bin

“Which oneisthat?”

His brows lift. “The party going onbetweenyour—”

I clap a hand over his mouth. “Don’tsayit.”

I can feel his lips moving into a smile against my palm, but the words are so jumbled, they’re intelligible. Then—oh, my God—he flicks his tongue against my palm, and I yank back as ifburnt.

“Dirty trick,” Imutter.

“No,dirtyman.”

And then his fingers gothere, between my legs, and he’s right—thereisa party betweenmylegs.

He plays me like he was born to pleasure me and me alone. As his mouth works mine with agonizingly slow thoroughness, his fingers send the lower half of my body into something I don’t recognize. A tail spin. His thumb finds the hood of my clit, and I cry out. His middle finger circles my entrance, and without further prompting, thrusts inside, thrustingupto hit me just in the right spot. The keening moan I release doesn’t even sound like it belongstome.

Hedoesn’tstop.

Notthere.

He quickens the pace, adds another finger. Curls justright. Oh. My God. Oh.MyGod.

“No,” he grunts, “notyet.”

And then he pulls away. Out of their own accord, my fingers head south to the apex of my thighs. Ineedwhat he was about to give me like I’ve never needed anything else inmylife.

He rolls a condom down his cock, then bats myhandaway.

“I told you, Zo,you’remine.”

His.

God, I wish that I was. I wish that I was with every fiber of mybeing.

With a hand to my hip, Andre guides me onto my side and then slips behind me. His lips land on the back of my neck. His hand urges my leg back and over his hip, which exposes the bottom half ofmybody.

I’m not given a chance to feel anyembarrassment.

Andre dances his fingers over the most sensitive part of me again, and then I feel the round head of his cock line up at my entrance. Surprise hits me that this is how he plans to take me for the first time in so manymonths.

With my leg tossed over his, his hand clasped to my breast, his breathing rustling the hair on my neck, the position is . . . Sensual. Romantic. Things—emotions—I didn’t expect from anyone, much lessAndre.

He enters me in a single, smooththrust.

I cry out from the intensity of the position, and his hand moves from my collarbone to the base of my throat. “God, you feel so good. So fuckingtight.”

Hedoes,too.

Good, I mean.Huge,too.

I can’t find the words, but my nails sink into his forearm, holding him to me.Forever, I want to say,I miss you.“Don’t stop,” I whisper, “please,don’tstop.”

His chuckle ruffles my hair. His hips pick up the pace. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to, Zo.Never.”

He doesn’t stop, just as promised. His fingers tweak my nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and middle finger, before traversing the lines of my body until they stop where I need him most. Just the slightest amount of pressure, the fast pistoning of his hips, and he makes me orgasm long enough that I still feel the tremors long after his havesubsided.

“Andre?” I whisper against the inner part ofhisarm.

His cock twitches inside of me at the sound of hisname. “Yes?”

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