Page 34 of Sinful Attraction

She looks distracted, conflicted... and then, she hides it all behind a smirk. “Jesus, you move fast. What’s that about? You’re not on the rebound from that ex, are you?”

That stings a little, too, and I put on my own smirk. “No, because some of us are grown-ups about this shit. My last relationship ended months ago, and I’m well over it.”

“Yeah, well.” She takes another swallow of her drink. “You make good frozen margaritas, and you’re a lot of fun in bed, but it’s gonna take a lot more than that to get me thinking in terms of ‘us.’”

The challenging stare in her eyes surprises me and heats up my blood. “Oh, yeah? So, what more do you want?”

Her smirk widens and warms just a touch. “Besides my money back, a nice payout for myself, and you not fucking with my work ever again?”

“All of that’s a given. It’s why we’re working together in the first place, besides catching that fucker,” I reassure her at once. “What else?”

Her eyebrows go up, and she thinks about it, her frown looking more like a smile. A promising sight.

“Tell you what,” she says. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

I have to fight down a grin, but playing it cool or not, I’m delighted. I have my foot in the door with her, and I haven’t needed any bullshit to get there.

We go over the security camera footage for the night of the heist and see absolutely no one in the house who isn’t supposed to be there. Maria spends the night mostly in her room. My brotherhas a date and comes in late. My parents knock off early after the party...

“Fuck,” I mutter, realizing. “I’m a complete dumbass.”

She looks up. “What is it?”

“My parents held a party earlier that evening. Someone could have slipped off during it and deployed something onto the system to lie in wait for that cash transfer.”

She blinks and sits up straighter. “Oh, crap. Do you know who went to that party?”

“I can get the guest list from the app my mom used to invite people. They were mostly family, but a few brought dates.”

It worries the shit out of me that I somehow managed to completely miss that the heist had happened while my parents had guests. How wrapped up in Arya have I gotten that I missed that?

It’s like finally spending that wild night with her has shocked the clarity back into me. I’ve been off my game ever since my father had asked me to screw her over, and now, I’m getting back to myself.

As I gather the information off my phone, I notice her watching me. She seems a little worried.

“What is it?” I ask after transferring everything I need to my laptop.

“I didn’t ask if you’re okay.” She sounds almost apologetic. “You don’t... you’ve gone from pinpointing when to jack my heist to missing huge details. That’s not normal for you. Are you all right?”

“I...” Shit. She noticed. And yet... she cares enough to say something. That last part has me intrigued.

I can’t tell her the truth. I can’t say that I’ve had her in my head so long that screwing her over like that had felt like the worst thing I’ve ever done. I can’t tell her how much I care about her already, even though I don’t know her that well yet.

But I’m moved. And suddenly, unexpectedly, I’m so horny for her that I can barely see.

I get up and carefully draw the blinds on all the windows. My hands shake a little bit. When I sit back down, I down a sweet, cool, burning swallow of my drink and double-check my pocket for the condoms.

“I’m working on it, baby. I just don’t... I don’t want to think about any of it right now.” Not family drama, not the possibility of a family Judas, not how much I want to punch her dad.

I set the remnants of my drink aside and move over to her, looking into her eyes. They avoid mine for a moment, then stare back at me. “Okay,” she murmurs.

“I just want to be with you right now,” I tell her.

She freezes for a moment as I kiss her, and then her hands settle gently in my hair and slide down to my shoulders. I feel her shivering under my hands as I caress her thigh beneath the edge of her dress. She’s wearing a garter belt again... and my dick starts to throb as I realize she has absolutely worn it for me.

She makes those sweet little sounds against my mouth that she does when she’s turned on: small, musical whimpers of pleasure and desire. My hand slides up to cup her breast and then pushes down the strap of her dress. The bra’s a front-buttoner. I smile at the discovery.

She gasps a little as I unlatch it and push one cup aside. I immediately start kissing her breast like I can’t stop. I run my tongue over her nipple and swirl the tip over her sensitive skin while she moans my name. I can feel her nails against my shoulders. I can feel the way her hips lift under me as I suckle her and pull off the rest of her clothes.

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