Page 56 of Breaking the Sinner

“What is it?” She padded over to the couch, leaning over the back to read over his shoulder. He looked up at her.

“It’s porn.”

“No, it’s not.” She swatted at his shoulder. “It’s a love story.”

“He ran his fingers up her thigh, swirling ever closer to her sweet womanhood.”

“Hey, I’m not to that part yet!” Her cheeks flushed. “They’re about to have sex. She’s gonna see hisstallion.”

Cobra dropped the book and grabbed her wrists, giving her one expert tug that launched her over the back of the couch. She tumbled into his lap a moment later, giggling.

“I have a stallion too, you know,” Cobra murmured into her ear. He reached for the book again, clearing his throat.“Mitch’s gravelly moan echoed through her like a coyote howl through the canyon.”He looked at her over the top of the pages. “Coyote howl?”

She giggled as his free hand settled on the swell of her belly. A moment later, his fingers pressed beneath the hem. “They’re in the Wild West. It’s how they live.”

“When you moan, it doesn’t echo like a coyote howl.”

“I sure hope not.”

“She arched her back, welcoming his thick, working fingers deeper inside her slick channel.”His brows shot up. “Damn.”

Gen bit her bottom lip, Cobra’s live reading affecting her more than she expected. She fidgeted on top of him. His gaze jerked downward.

“This turnin’ you on, Red?”

She rolled her lips inward, unsure how to ask if she could take their time together to the territory she so desperately craved. It was hard to imagine herselfacting like Anna. Cobra’s hands had done all the dirty work a few days ago; she’d just been along for the ride.

“Maybe,” she whispered.

He pushed his fingers under the elastic waistband of her pajama shorts. Their gazes locked, question marks swirling in his eyes. Asking permission to go further. To do more of that delectable dirty work. She arched herself toward him. The silent yes. His fingers surged downward, over the fabric of her cotton panties.

She inhaled sharply once his thick fingers brushed the damp fabric between her legs. Something primal washed over his face. The book fell aside.

“Damn, Red.” His voice was throaty. Almost unhinged. “You’re so wet.”

She drew a shaky breath, needing more. Needinghim. “I guess you came at the right time.”

A laugh hefted out of him. His fingers made lazy circles over the crotch of her panties.

“Cobra,” she started quietly. “I really want to…”

“What is it?”

She swallowed, willing the words to pass her lips.Suck your dick.It just seemed so crass. “I want to…” She jerked her gaze up to the ceiling, searching for resolve there. “Suck...”

He groaned, his head falling back onto the couch. “You’re shitting me.”

She sat up a little, confused by the sudden change of tone. “Wait, what did I say wrong?”

He shook his head, shifting beneath her. A moment later, he popped to his feet, holding her like a bride about to be carried over the threshold.

“You wanna suck my dick?” He asked, but it didn’t sound like he was really asking it. More like repeating it. Testing it for truthfulness. She giggled, clinging to him.

“Yes.”

“Well, fuck me.” He carried her down the hallway, pushing into her bedroom. She giggled.

“No, I said sucking. Not…fucking.”

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