Page 113 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Oh.” He lifts his brows when he feels my rigid boner grind up against his crotch.

“Told you.”

He grabs my ass and presses his semi to my hard on. I kiss him because he started it.

“We’re gonna stain your pants,” he says as we mindlessly dry hump each other on our sides.

My response to that is to kiss him harder. He grabs my ass and traps my legs with one of his. His mouth is hot on mine, his tongue both lazy and greedy. It’s so good. Maybe the best he’s ever kissed me. Probably the best I’ve ever been kissed. I’m so hooked on him—so fucking hot for him—that who he is to mehas stopped mattering. In his Pearl Jam t-shirt with his sleep-mussed hair and scruffy face, he’s just Gibson. Just a man who’s as into me as I’m into him.

And as far as getting sick of him or bored or whatever, I can’t see it. Like he gives me just enough to make me want more. We won’t have sex now, but maybe later. Maybe it’ll be so good, I’ll want it again. Maybe the next time I see him in a suit, I’ll want to slide the jacket off him and wrinkle his starched shirt by grabbing fistfuls of it. Maybe I can unbuckle his belt with my teeth. I don’t know, but already I’m looking forward to it.

We’ve barely scratched the surface of this fiery attraction. I can’t name a time when I’ve feltvitalto someone. As well as I understand that he was getting along just fine in life before I hopped a plane with him to Rome, he makes me feel like I got to him just in time. Like the first breath someone takes after drowning. Air hungry. Like I’m reviving him, and if that isn’t enough to make me not only want butneedto be here, I don’t know what is.

“Get your cock out,” he breathes.

I would, but between the erotic kiss and the crazy friction, I’m so worked up I’ve forgotten to check myself. My release is imminent and there’s no stopping it. “I…fuck…shit.”

He must sense I’m tipping over the edge because he thrusts his tongue back into my mouth and grinds with me harder. I come with a long groan and rough shudder. My load soaks my shorts and coats my throbbing cock. He uses my body to get himself there with me, and when he falls apart, I’m still jetting cum.

I told him it was a bad idea.

But then again, as our kiss goes on and on, getting shallower and even lazier, the adrenaline slowly leaches from my body. I could absolutely sleep.

As our lips finally break apart, and I settle my head on the pillow beside his, he gazes at me with sleepy eyes. His hand is stillon my ass, his leg still locked around mine. Pressed this tightly to him, the wet spots we made are warm and hardly annoying at all.

Next thing I know, the alarm’s going off, and I’m running my hand over his hair, trying to make some sense of it. His eyes flutter open, and he smiles softly when he finds me staring at him.

“You’re the best assistant I’ve ever had,” he mumbles, his voice gritty and low.

“You’re still the worst boss.”

“On paper, maybe. Can I get you something else to wear?”

“You’re gonna dress me up like you, too? How many kinks do you have?”

“All of them,” he says.

“How lucky are you that I’m so slutty?”

“Lottery lucky.”

“Damn right. Yeah, I’ll wear your clothes. But you’ve got about ten minutes to get your shit together. I can’t reschedule this one.”

“Let me make last night up to you. I’ll skip the club.”

“You’re gonna make it up to me as soon as you get off the call. I made plans for tonight because I was pissed at you.”

“Of course you did. All right.” He pries our hips apart, releasing me from the leg lock. “One condition.”

“I shouldn’t allow it, but I’ll give you one—make it quick.”

“While I take this call, you do nothing. You lie on this couch in whatever I dress you in and take notes.”

“Lying down? That doesn’t feel very professional.”

“It’s what I want.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

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