Page 65 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“No? Why’s that?”

“You know why.”You’re my boss. You’re married. You knew my dad. I’m dead inside. Et cetera.

“You’re gonna be a problem, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not,” I say with a decent degree of certainty.

We draw our faces apart, and I take in our position. Even in the dim lighting, I can see the mess I made of my pants, and by extension, his shirt. I’m still sitting on his lap. My legs remain tense, practically gripping his hips. I try to relax my thighs and take my hands off him.

He’s not on the same page. His hands move rhythmically up and down my quads, drawing out another set of aftershocks and making me tremble like there’s a chill in the room.

“So, you’ll be working with me tomorrow,” he says.

“Yes.”

“And after all the work is done, you’d like to try another scene?”

My brows shoot up. “Definitely.”

“It would be in my private room at the club. Is that all right?”

I nod.

“And you’ll make an appointment with a therapist?”

I sigh. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Sounds like a big day. We should probably say goodnight.”

He narrows his eyes at me, for once, having to lean back and look up slightly. It doesn’t make me feel any bigger, though. He still looms large. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I can take a hint.”

“Good.”

“Mmm…” he growls, and I like it. Heat rushes back to my cheeks. His attention may have more than a little to do with why I’m taking this job. It makes me feel like I’m not a complete waste of space. Granted, I wasn’t expectingthis muchattention, but my dick is happy.

He gives my hip a tap, and I move off him. He tucks his cock into his shorts, zips up his pants and stands to fasten them while I watch. “Want a t-shirt?” I ask.

He pulls out the small, stained spot on his shirt to examine. “It’s not too bad. I might keep it as a souvenir.”

“Thanks for letting me suck your dick.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “My pleasure.”

“I told you,” I say. “It’s the tequila.” I sprawl back on the couch with one foot on the cushions and one on the floor.

He takes in the sight of me and gives his head another, shorter shake.

I laugh. “What?”

“Ridiculously sexy.”

“I’m flattered you think so.”

“Are you going to get the door for me?”

“No way. You’ll try something on me.”

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