Page 143 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Go through that again slower, Kenny. I got distracted while you were talking.”

My next breath is sharp and thin. I choke on my next swallow and Gibson rubs his palm over my throat, shaking his head with those molten eyes, warning me to keep quiet.

It takes massive amounts of control—control I don’t have—to let his crown hold my throat open without gagging or sputtering. As Kenny drones on, tears pour down my cheeks, and drool drips off my chin.

But it’s not until my throat starts convulsively trying to swallow that he cuts Kenny off mid-sentence and tells him he’ll speak to him tomorrow. He hangs up, tosses the phone onto the desk, grabs the sides of my head and pulls me onto his full length. His crown slides far beyond my gag reflex, choking and overwhelming me.

He lets out a serrated breath and throbs in my mouth, pulling out as he continues to gush cum on my tongue and lips. It’s stunning. I had no idea he was that close. It’s everything I can do to swallow what he feeds me.

“Come here, baby,” he whispers harshly, like he’s the one whose vocal cords are ruined.

I lift my ass from my heels as he brings our mouths together. He licks his spend off my lips then brushes his tongue over mine to take more. I melt into kissing him, my arms reaching up to encircle his shoulders. A moment later, he’s pulling me onto his lap, and I slot my shins alongside his thick thighs in the chair.

I kiss him feverishly, wrecked with wanting him. He gives in to my relentlessness, and kisses me back the way I need, answering tomydemand. “Need to fuck you,” I tell him between long sucks on his mouth.

“Not here.”

“Need to come.”

“Hold it for me, baby.”

I whimper against his lips. “Please.”

“Patience, Christian.”

I shiver, channelling my rabid need into another kiss—sloppy, wet, and doing its best to change his mind. He allows it long enough for me to nearly come in my pants, but eventually cuts me off, unsatisfied.

“You need to eat,” he says.

“I just ate.”

He smiles and kisses my cheek several times in quick succession. “I have a few more things to check on. Go get some food, wash up, and wait for my text.”

“You don’t want to eat with me?”

“I don’t want to slow you down. I won’t be long.”

“What do you have to do?”

The look he gives me tells me everything I need to know. He’s checking in with Marianne.

“Never mind,” I say, getting off his lap and trying to fix my face and hair. I can’t imagine how fucked up I look right now. If it’s half as messy as I feel, no wonder he wants me to clean up.

As I gather my things from the couch, he says, “As much as you don’t want to talk about it, if you want to keep spending time with me as an employee or otherwise, we need to get on the same page.”

“I’ll think about it,” I mumble.

I’m not aware he moved until I feel his hands on my hips and his chin scraping my cheek. “Maybe it’s time to tell me whatyouneed.”

“I just did, and you said no.”

“I said not here. I’m sick of being in here. I want you in my bed.”

“What about…?”

“That’s what I need to check on.”

“Oh.”

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