Page 128 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“They’re not comfortable,” Drew says.

“Neither is having a string up your ass,” Elodie says.

“Is it worth it, though?”

“If you’re asking about the swimsuit, the answer is a hundred percent yes,” she says, winking at him.

They go on.

Christian’s been quiet since we came down to join the others, and I assume this is why. The easy banter the others share—the inside jokes, the familiarity. It’s interesting that without several shots of tequila powering him, he’s more reserved in their presence.

“Are you wishing you hadn’t chosen sangria?” I ask him quietly.

He glances up at me. “Is it that obvious?”

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“It’s not really that dirty,” he says. “I just wanna make out and see what happens.”

“I can tell you what would happen. Or I could show you.”

“Go hide, then. I’ll come looking for you.”

“That’s how you wanna do this? We’re all adults.”

“That’s how I wanna do it. But don’t actually hide.”

“I won’t, but you’re welcome to find me.” I give him a quick kiss before rising from the sofa and excusing myself to make a call.

“Why’re you being so quiet?” I hear Elodie ask as I’m going into the house.

“Am I?” Christian asks.

I’m inside before I hear the rest, but at least I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

When he gets to the bedroom ten or so minutes later, I can’t keep myself from asking about it even as he’s climbing onto the bed to get to me. “You sure you’re okay?”

He buries his face in my neck again, inhaling deeply before kissing it. “Fine,” he says as he straddles my body. “Just wanted to be closer.”

It does diabolical things to me when he’s sweet. This is how I always thought of him before. Sweet. Polite. Deferential. Poised.

“Much closer,” he sighs just before his mouth connects with mine. He tastes of spiced wine and fresh air. So delicious. I flip him over immediately and kiss him harder. Deeper. Christ, I want him.

I move my mouth down his throat and lower, pushing up his t-shirt and exposing his nipples. I lick one and tug at it with my lips before sucking hard.

“God, yeah.” He strips off his shirt as I kiss my way down his abs.

The tip of his cock meets my chin, trying to fight its way outof his shorts. Those are the next things to go. I want to taste every hidden inch of him. He unleashes a shuddering moan as I suck his cock to my throat, wetting his length with swirls of my tongue.

“Inside me,” he whispers urgently. “Inside me. Please.”

Pained because I want to take my time, but also primed to please him, I slide my mouth off him and rise to kiss his lips. One arm at a time, I move them over his head and pin his wrists together. With my other hand, I reach for the nightstand where we put the condoms and lube only to discover it was already stocked. Such thoughtful hosts.

“No condom,” Christian says. “Please?”

“Are you sure?”

He locks eyes with me and nods. “I want all of you.”

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