Page 92 of Unlucky You

“There’s no way we’ll both fit on the couch.”

I leaned in and brushed my mouth over hers. “We can, if we’re really fucking close.” Two fingers pushed into her andI hooked them upward, using my thumb to apply pressure to her clit. Her hips jutted forward and she spread her legs wider, slouching against the wall for support.

“I think she agrees that making the sofa work is the best option.”

Saniya swallowed another moan before she peered at me through hooded lids. “She doesn’t get a vote.”

I smirked. “I disagree. She’s voicing her thoughts about you staying right now. So fucking wet.” When I looked down, I caught the muscles in her abs flex and felt the muscles in her pussy tighten and pulse around my fingers. I slowly pulled them back and thrust in deeper, picking up the pace.

I watched obsessively as her lids lowered into a hazy, narrowed glare and her lips parted just before she reached her climax. So fucking perfect. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, greedily sucking on her tongue while I continued hard deep plunges with my fingers, pushing in as deep as they would go. She came so fucking hard. I wasn’t done.

I picked her up and carried Saniya to the sofa, spread her thighs wide, and buried my face between them, punishing her clit.

“Oh, shit…I can’t…hang on…” She tensed her thighs and pushed against the force of my palms while I spread her wide.

Not happening.

I took my time devouring her until her muscles tensed and her body trembled while she jerked hard, thrashing against my mouth.

She came twice more, and while she recovered, I dipped in my room, found a condom, then pushed between her legs, issuing slow lazy thrusts. Now that she was fully satisfied, I could take my time and fuck her like I wanted.

The next morning,a pounding on my door had me squinting into the darkness of the living room, struggling to peel my eyes open. It had to be early because the sunlight hadn’t filled the room yet. I glanced down at the body weighing me down and frowned at the door when another round of heavy pounding landed hard against it, but this time, an agitated voice followed.

“Grand Sinclair. DFPD. You have thirty seconds to get your ass to the door.”

I gently nudged Saniya awake. “Hey, I need you to get up.”

“Hmmm…” she mumbled and snuggled deeper into my chest.

When they were pounding at my door again, I felt a blaze of fire rush through my body. This was my life. I understood the consequences, but disrupting the normalcy of her life wasn’t something I could take lightly.

“Baby, get up.” I pressed my palm into her back, moved my hand under her shirt, and let my fingers glide up her spine while I kissed her forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s at the door.”

“Who?”

She lifted her head from my chest, blinked me into focus, then turned to look at the door at the exact time another warning came through.

“Sinclair, open the gotdamn door.”

“Grand, who is that?”

“DFPD.” She pushed away from my chest and climbed off my body. I sat up and brushed my hands over my head.

“What’s wrong? Why are they here?”

“They can do random visits anytime they want.” I narrowed my eyes, taking in her bare legs. “Go put some clothes on and stay in my room with Raiden until they leave.”

She didn’t move right away, and I could see the defiance flickering in her eyes, but she eventually gave in and left the room. I waited until I heard my bedroom door close before I lifted from the sofa and moved so I could get this shit over with.

I turned the lock and came face to face with two uniformed officers, with another guy waiting a few feet behind him.

“This your guy?” One of the officers turned, addressing the plainclothes man before swinging his eyes back to me. Both had their hands positioned on the weapons at their sides. The guy flipped open a folder I hadn’t realized he clutched at his side, glanced at something, then nodded.

“That’s him.”

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