Page 4 of Sinfully Mine

Her answering giggle confirmed that she felt the same about me that I did with her. And for the next two weeks, we didn’t hold back. I told her how much I enjoyed her sexy, sultry voice, and she admitted that she liked my laugh. Her favorite color was sunshine yellow, and she loved dandelions. I admitted that I could live on beer and pizza and loved the color black. She found out about all my tattoos, including the headstone on my bicep, which I’d gotten after my mother passed away from breast cancer.

After three months, I knew I felt something for Grace that I never felt for any other woman. It was strange. Unsettling. It was a bit too fast since I was falling for a woman that I had never met in person and only spoke to on a mic a few hours a day.

That didn’t seem to matter. I never met anyone I could talk to so easily other than my club brothers, and Grim never checked up on me to be sure I drank enough water and didn’t get headaches from staring at my monitor for too long without a break. But Grace did.

“You know, I think it’s time we showed each other what we look like.”

“Yeah, I think so, Grace.” I was fucking dying to know if the image of her I conjured in my head was close to the reality.

“Alright. I’ll go first.”

“Okay, but we could also turn on our cams and see each other at the same time,” I suggested.

“I like that idea.”

I clicked a few keys, sat a little straighter in my chair, and watched my screen like a rabid wolf awaiting his prey.

So fucking worth the wait.

GivemeGracexx411 was BEAUTIFUL. Stunning, actually. I had to swipe across my mouth to be sure I wasn’t drooling. Her dark hair, highlighted with red and blonde, complimented herfair, flawless skin. I greedily devoured every detail of her face and delicate features. Big brown eyes framed with dark lashes. Rosy cheeks and full, kissable lips. I loved that she inked her skin, too. Flowers, the portrait of her father, who she confessed to be close to, and other designs.

I wanted to see more of her since she sat at her computer desk like I did, nibbling on her plump bottom lip. But from what I could tell, she had curves but was also petite. Goddamn, I loved a woman I could grab ahold of and wrap around.

The silence stretched between us as I stared and forgot she expected a verbal response other than the rather physical and undeniable reaction of my body. And yeah, I grew hard fast because she was as beautiful as she was charming, intelligent, sweet, and thoughtful. There were also glimpses of a fierce, headstrong personality at times, and I grew intrigued by it.

This gamer chick was my perfect definition of an ol’ lady.

“Grace?”

“Yeah?” She sounded anxious.

“You’re beautiful. As gorgeous on the outside as you are on the inside. I’m a lucky guy to know you.”

Her cheeks darkened as she flushed. “You’re not what I expected at all.” She smiled, and the shyness disappeared. “You’ve got that bad boy biker look.”

I nearly choked. “You got no idea, baby.” It was the first time I slipped and called her the endearment over the mic instead of only in my head.

She didn’t seem to mind. “I like that neither of us is what the other expected. It’s fun.”

Seeing her at the same time as hearing that sultry voice was conjuring wicked thoughts in my head. I wanted to pick her up, bring her back here, and show Grace we had a lot more in common than gaming and tattoos.

“I agree.”

“Do you wanna keep the cam on while we play?”

Hell yeah. “Sure.” My thoughts went straight to the gutter, thinking of all the ways we could play on the cam without involving the post-apocalyptic game we spent so much time on. Couldn’t help it.

I’d always been a voyeur. I liked to watch people. Was it odd? Maybe. I didn’t give a fuck. It had a lot to do with my protective and possessive nature. No one fucked with anyone I cared about, and I made damn sure nothing happened where I had my cameras always recording. That voyeuristic desire became an integral part of my sexual appetite and fantasies as I became an adult. Nothing turned me on more than watching a woman pleasure herself and telling me in detail what she wanted me to do to her.

Fuck. I had to stop this line of thinking. Grace was a good girl. She wasn’t into the same kink as me.

“Sounds good. Let’s go, Skull Reaper.”

For the next two hours, I ignored the entire world except for Grace, and I didn’t regret a minute.

Chapter 2 Xenon

“Xenon,” Grim growled, and I nearly jumped in my seat. “Where the fuck is your head at, brother?”

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