Page 77 of Sinner's Secret

Her bra was a pale peach, lacey thing that seemed to barely cover her. She reached behind her, unhooked it, and let the straps slide down her arms.

Her nipples were tight, and when he put his open mouth over one, discovered they were very sensitive. She groaned and bent back, her head hanging as he sucked, first one, then the other.

He feasted until she pulled at his hair. “I want you,” she panted.

Now it was his turn to smile.

Nika wiggled until he let her slide off his lap, then she stripped off the rest of her clothes. “Well,” she said. “Hurry up.”

He laughed. “I love it when you give me orders.”

One eyebrow went up. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

He got off the narrow bunk, pulled his shirt off, then his pants and underwear. His cock was as hard as a steel pole. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked all the way to the tip with a firm hand.

She watched him with wide eyes, then stepped up to him, took his hand off his cock and put it on her breast. Her hand circled his cock, stroking up, then back down. She pressed her belly against him, rubbing his tip against her soft skin.

He growled, his need for her turning his blood molten.

“Nika,” he gasped.

“I need you,” she whispered. “Get on the bed.”

He got on the bunk on his back and she followed him down, sliding her body against his in a slow, glide that had his hands shaking as he cupped one on her hip while the other reached between her legs.

Wet heat coated his fingers as he circled her clit. Her hips followed his hands and she put her palms on his chest and lifted herself over him.

“In,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice coming out so rough he didn’t think he sounded human. He got himself in place and she sank down a couple of inches.

“Fuck,” he hissed as she rose up and came back down on him, taking him into her hot, slick sheath.

She was tight enough to make his teeth grind with the effort it took to keep from coming. When she had all of him inside her, she paused, her gaze locked with his. Then she began to move, riding him harder than he expected.

He circled her clit, then flicked it, circled and flicked, until she moaned and tightened on him.

He exploded.

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Nika rode Baz through the waves of her own climax, and his. The expression on his face, fierce, wild, and raw, gave her a different kind of pleasure. She’d given him something he hadn’t had in much too long, hope, trust, and someone who was always going to take his side.

She’d seen a lot of strange shit in the last couple of days, but he was something completely familiar. A man who cared about people, who protected others, and who asked for nothing in return. Her own father had explained the difference between cops who became cops because they liked being in control of others, and cops who became cops because they wanted to help others. The former were to be weeded out before they did too much damage.

Baz was the latter. The kind of man a woman should keep.

His eyes were so blue, they almost glowed and as they came down off the high, she leaned down to leisurely kiss his lush mouth.

“You fill me up in all the right ways,” she told him between kisses.

He lifted his hips and she could feel him hardening as he worked himself inside her. “You fit me like you were made for me.” He wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions without disconnecting their bodies.

He lifted one of her legs up and out, tilting her hips up slightly, then he proceeded to drive her to orgasm twice before finding his own pleasure.

They lay together on the narrow bunk, with her head on his shoulder, and she found herself dozing off.

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