Page 46 of Breaking the Sinner

He dropped to the floor with a huff. Thoughts like that were crazy. Or were they? He rested his hands on his hips, considering the pull-up bar.

Six months ago, he wouldn’t have let himself consider something so outrageous. Entrepreneurship, business ownership, any level of success? Not possible for him.

But now he could at least consider it.

Gen beat him to clocking out by five minutes. He smirked at her through the glass walls of the workout room as she sauntered toward the front door. A laugh burst out of him as she ran into Travis head-on. Her cheeks flamed as she apologized to him. He could perfectly imagine what she was saying, and how she was saying it. Travis just laughed and strutted away.

The ride to Gen’s apartment took forever. Traffic was slower than normal, and he spent enough time with his arm dangling out the window that he got a suntan up to his elbow. When he made it to her apartment, a thought struck him as he raced up the stairway as usual: he was getting used to this place. Rounding the third flight of steps, the distant smell of disinfectant in the stairwell, the way the last door kind of stuck in his grip.

Almost like a second home.

He knocked on Gen’s door. Footsteps sounded from inside. Before the door opened, he ducked off to the side. Like she might have done for him. The door swung open; he pressed himself against the wall, heart thrumming with excitement. Waiting for her to notice. Her soft voice drifted through the air.

“Hello?”

He sprang forward, a cackle escaping him. She shrieked as he pulled her into his arms, tickling her ribs.

“Cobra!” She swatted at him, and it was the movement that drew his gaze down to her chest. To the creamy, tantalizing expanse of skin revealed by her top. “You scared me!”

“Hang on.” He stepped back, holding her at arm’s length, as he looked her up and down. “What are you wearing?”

Her brow line went straight. “Uh…”

“Holy shit.” He could barely believe it. She wore tight, silver shorts and a neon pink tank top that looked like it had been spray painted on. The tops of her breasts spilled out. Every inch of her body beckoned to him. “You’re wearing normal clothes.”

She bit her bottom lip, looking entirely uncertain. “Is it good?”

A disbelieving laugh escaped him. This didn’t help matters.At all.He walked her backward, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot, not even sparing it a glance. “Yeah. Real good. Red, you look fuckingsexy.”

Her neck flushed. Two tight points sprouted beneath the fabric of her shirt. Braless, underneath it all.

“Thanks,” she said, relief crossing her face. “My roommate lent me these clothes. It’s not too much cleavage?”

“I’d say not enough.” He couldn’t rip his gaze off her. His mind ran a mile a minute imagining all the things they’d do together. The weight of that breast in his hand. The tightness between her legs. What she might sound like when she finally unraveled.

“Come here.” His voice came out a growl. He hoisted her by the hips, which prompted a girlish gasp. Her legs folded around him, ankles locking behind his back.

“Cobra,” she said, the surprise evident in her breath. He brought his lips to her collarbone as he headed for the couch. The weight of her in his arms could only be described as divine, which made no damn sense. She fit against his forearms like they’d been cut from the same mold. She giggled when he plopped backward onto the couch.

“You’re good at this,” she purred, adjusting herself to straddle him, bending her knees behind her.

“You like it?” He gripped her by the hips, stilling her. His cock pressed against the crotch of his workout pants. She had to feel it by now. She was sitting right on top of it, the pressure and heat making his vision spotty at the edges.

Her gemstone eyes were cut with the razor edge of desire. She could practically draw blood the way she looked at him. He squeezed her hips then leaned forward, snagging her lips in a kiss.

She met him urgently, like making up for all the missed kisses of her life in one. A small noise escaped her, something feminine and desperate. She slid her hand down the side of his head, nails digging behind his ear. Hungry. Hungrier than even he could imagine.

Her tongue surged into his mouth. Scratch that, she was famished. He smiled through the kiss, their tongues meeting sloppily.

“Damn, Red.” She’d never initiated a kiss like that before. She hooked an arm around his neck. Their bodies collided, her hips thrusting forward.

The friction sent his head lolling to the side. He’d had plenty of women on top of him, but none had pushed him so close to the edge with some good old-fashioned dry humping. He dug his fingertips into the plumpness of her ass. He thrust upward, matching the rhythm she’d started.

Her gasp ricocheted through the living room. She pulled back to look at him.

“Yeah. You liked that.” He couldn’t fight the grin. Her chest heaved as she watched him, mouth parted like he’d suggested they head straight to fucking.

“That…”

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