Page 82 of My Favorite Sin

I’m back, just like you said I would be.I’ve never been more relieved than when Ally spoke those words.

I would love to have Ally in my bed with me tonight but doing anything with her while so much family is around is a dangerous move. We shouldn’t have had sex in the bathroom earlier. Amabella was seconds away from catching us. I’ve risked a lot by sneaking around with Ally. Now that something real is happening between us, I can’t keep risking us being caught.

Ally’s laughter pulls me out of my deep thoughts. She’s just rolled the dice and landed double sixes. I haven’t heard her laugh like that in… maybe since before Paris. She moves her piece on the game board and jumps up, heading back to me with a glass of champagne now that her turn is over. The game goes on with Killian’s turn next. The volume in the room is loud with everyone chatting.

Ally sits beside me on the couch with remnants of that beautiful laugh lingering on her face. She looks at me, and her eyes are bright, so full of life. Fucking perfection.

“What is this?” I nod, gesturing to her whole demeanor.

“Me having fun.”

“Yeah, I see that. But right after a tough conversation with Liam? How are you feeling?Reallyfeeling.”

“Happy. I know that makes me a bitch?—”

“It doesn’t.”

She raises the champagne to her lips and turns to watch the board game. Her voice drops to a whisper. “Youknowwhy I’m happy.”

I think back to our moment in the bathroom. Our reunion was quick and cut short. I need to be with her again, away from the eyes of our family, even if it’s just to talk. I have questions for her. She says she’s mine forever, but what happens if people discover we’re together. She’s prepared to deal with the consequences?

“Do you want to take a walk on the beach?” I ask.

“You two can’t leave during the game,” Jordan calls from the next couch over.

Fuck. There are eyes and earseverywherein this house.

Ally types something on her phone. A few seconds later, I receive a message.

Ally

Later, when everyone is asleep.

The last light turns off at one in the morning. I’m in Felix’s old bedroom, down the hall from Ally’s room, wide awake and wondering how long I should wait before it’s safe to leave and see Ally. I send her a text, asking her to meet me on the beach.

When five minutes pass and there’s no response, I weigh up the risks of sneaking over to her room. If someone saw me, I could pass the visit off as some kind of friendly encounter. After all, it’s been common knowledge among the family that Ally and I had movie nights in eachother’s room when we were teenagers. No one ever thought anything odd of it, just that we were really close friends.

I head for the door, but it opens before I arrive. “Dan?” Ally whispers.

Her silhouette sneaks inside and she quietly shuts the door behind herself, clicking the lock into place. She tiptoes, meeting me halfway across the room, and presses her lips to my mouth, her whole body against mine, and weaves her fingers through my hair. I groan at the feeling of her lips, and grab her ass. Her satin nightdress bunches in my hands as I crush her hips against my instant hard-on. She gives an approving laugh, the sound quiet but a reminder that we need to be careful.

“We should go to the beach,” I whisper. “It will be safer away from everyone.”

“No, the beach is a public space. As long as we’re quiet, no one will know I’m in here with you.” Her lips find mine again and her hands slide beneath my shirt, her cool fingertips like ice against my hot skin. She pulls my shirt up and I slip it over my head. Next, she’s working on lowering my pants.

I grasp her wrists, placing a pause on her advancements. The moonlight filters through the bedroom window, casting a glow upon us and illuminating the same spark of happiness I’ve been seeing in Ally’s eyes this evening. God, she’s so beautiful. For the longest time,I’vebeen the one chasingher. Now, she’s pushing for us to have sex every chance she gets and I love it.

“Slow down.” I bring the backs of her hands to my lips, kissing them. “I just got you all to myself. I’m not fucking you here and risking anyone discovering us.”

“Okay, but what if I fuck you?” she teases, pressing upon her toes to brush her lips against mine. “I can be quiet. I need to have you inside me right now.”

My chest purrs at the way she needs me. I maintain my ground: we’re not having sex. But there are other ways to enjoy her body. I lift her from the floor, wrapping her thighs around me. Ally’s hands knot through my hair as I carry her to the bed and lower her beneath me to the mattress. Her thighs tighten, making me grind against her.

The springs in the mattress squeak and we both go still.

“How loud was that?” she whispers.

I don’t think anyone in the surrounding bedrooms would have heard. Even if they did, it was a one-off sound. But it can’t happen again, especially not in a rhythmic pattern.

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