Page 55 of Breaking the Sinner

Sophie deflated then, as if the armor she’d been wearing had finally slid off. “Same thing that happened to you. I was born a curious woman with a brain.”

Sophie squeezed Gen’s shoulder and went back into the kitchen. Another text came in while Gen thought.

COBRA: I’m already on my way over.

GEN: Well I guess that’s decided.

COBRA: You don’t wanna see me?

GEN: I never said that.

COBRA: Playing hard to get.

GEN: I’m not hard to get. I’m quite easy to get. You get me all the time.

COBRA: :D :D :D :D :D :D

Gen sank back into her book,A Cowboy’s Revenge, getting so lost in the breathy ascent toward oral sex that she barely noticed Sophie leave for work. The knock came on the door just as heroine Anna had unbridled hero Mitch’s stallion from his boxers. Gen slammed the book down, feeling somehow caught.

Her pulse raced, and she stared at the door guiltily. Her panties were wet, and Cobra was about to be all over her.

More than that, she wanted to see his stallion.

Gen took a few cleansing breaths, glancing at herself in the mirror by the door—she hadn’t even brushed her hair today. She’d barely peeled herself off the couch. She mouthed ‘fudge,’ then remembered to mouth ‘fuck’ instead and pulled open the door.

Cobra leaned against the door frame, his trademark look that hovered between disinterested and amused lingering on his face. But she caught the shiver of appreciation in his eyes as his gaze swept over her. Both his hands were behind his back.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.” Her pussy pulsed at the sight of him, probably made worse by the fact that she was desperate to know Anna and Mitch’s journey for herself. “You got here fast.”

“It took me over a half hour,” he said.

“Oh.” She cleared her throat, stepping aside to let him in. “I lost track of time. I’ve been reading.”

Cobra stepped inside, paper crinkling as he did. He revealed what he’d been hiding behind his back: a small bunch of daisies wrapped in paper.

Shyness flashed over his face—the first time she’d ever seen it on him. Her breath evaporated.

“I got these for you,” he said, holding them out.

“Cobra,” she said, so quietly she almost didn’t hear herself. She took the bunch of her favorite flowers from him delicately, trying to memorize everything. His big hand gripping the bouquet, nails bitten to the quick. That look on his face as he handed them over, equal parts worried and fascinated. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “You said they’re your fave.”

She pushed up onto her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek. That boyish grin came back.

“Let me go put these in a vase,” she said, walking on dreamy legs toward the kitchen. This was certainly a first—and a surprise. Even though it had been on the list, spelled out for him clearly. Part of her thought that maybe he’d wanted to do it. List or not.

As she ran water to fill the vase, Cobra wandered over to her nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. He reached for the book she’d left behind. “Where’s Sophie?”

“Left for work already.” She arranged the yellow and white daisies once and then again. And then a third time.

He nodded, turning the book over in his hands. Then he glanced up at her. “You readin’ this?”

She’d forgotten about the romance novel. She must have looked at him with deer-in-headlight eyes. Pure mischief shone in his smile.

“Huh.” He eased onto the couch, eyes stuck to the page. “Whoa.”

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