Page 5 of My Favorite Sin

Right now,I’mthe girl in Dan’s bed, and it’s a thrill I haven’t felt in the longest time. I squeeze my legs tighter, intensifying the throbbing ache in my muscles. A rush of flutters travels through me, down to my clit, and draws out a tiny moan from my lips. A little voice in my mind tells me Idefinitelyshouldn’t be doing this, not in Dan’s bed.

My thighs squeeze tighter.

I love defying that little voice. It’s fucked up that this is what gets me off—doing the wrong thing. Being the good girl everyone thinks I am, but secretly a slut for Dan. For him and only him. I like that I shouldn’t be doing this in Dan’s bed.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?”I hear the memory of Dan’s smooth, deep voice from one of the most intense nights of my life. The night he walked in on me touching myself.

“No. I’ve tried. I can never get myself there unless I think of…”I wouldn’t say his name aloud, but he knew I was referring to him.“It feels… wrong.”

“That’s the whole fun of it, Ally. The more wrong it is, the better it feels. Let me teach you how to take care of yourself.”

My hand slips beneath my panties, into the wet heat as I replay that night, remembering Dan’s praise as he stood back watching me naked on my bed and telling me what a good girl I was while instructing me how to give myself an orgasm. He corrupted me and I loved every second of it, especially the excitement that came with doing something I shouldn’t. Doing something wrong for once in my life.

Another time, I let him teach me how to use a dildo.

It was by far the most erotic moment of my life.Sofucking wrong to be doing with Dan, of all people. Again, he didn’t touch me, yet from the way his eyes lay on me and the soft praise of his voice, the way he took care of me afterward, it felt like we’d had sex.

I was so confused after that night, riding a wave of both empowerment and shame. I’d lost all dignity, desperate to find my orgasm. Fucking that dildo in front of Dan was the hardest I’ve ever come. I let the memory take over my body as I lay in his bed now, with mind-blowing pleasure unravelling through me as I hit my peak.

Another intense orgasm, given to me by the thought of Dan.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

CHAPTER THREE

ALLY

Ally,

I didn’t want to wake you. I’m playing poker at Club Noir tonight. Meet me there when you wake and we’ll get dinner together after my game.

Dan

I fold the note and return it to my pocket, peering up at the street entrance to Club Noir. I slept most of the day, recovering from my long day in transit yesterday, and woke early evening to find Dan’s letter on the pillow beside me. My skin tingled when I first read the note, thinking about Dan being in the room with me while I slept.

I was tempted to give some reason as to why I can’t attend dinner, but things have to stop being awkward between us. We were friends before anything sexual happened. I want us to be friends again.

Ally

Hey, I’m waiting on the street in front of Club Noir.

Dan

Come inside. My game hasn’t finished.

You know I’m not old enough to get inside.

Tell security you know me. They’ll let you in.

I don’t want to get in trouble. I’ll wait on the street till you’re finished.

I might be a while. Just come inside. No one will care that you’re underage.

I’m waiting outside. End of discussion.

I bury both hands inside my coat pockets, shivering as a cool breeze sweeps by me. Summertime is still here. We’re at the end of August, but there’s a dampness to the evening air along with the dewy smell of approaching rain. It’s just my luck that I’m stuck on the street with bad weather. But I’m not going inside. The last thing I need is for photos to hit the media of me entering a burlesque club.

I don’t even know how Dan is playing poker here. I doubt Club Noir has a gambling license. Which means… Ugh. Honestly, it would not surprise me in the least if Dan is playing underground poker. Even more reason for me to keep clear of this place.

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