Page 356 of The Sinner: James

He grabs my butt and rails me fiercely.

Bodies locked, breaths clipped, we ride the crest of pleasure before slowing down.

Relief flows through us in the blissful aftermath.

A few moments pass before he rolls off me, his back hitting the mattress, a grin clinging to his lips.

I roll onto my side and push to my elbow, my hand sliding over his chest.

“I need to change my clothes,” he says, smiling and winking at me.

He starts to rise.

I push him down.

“About that change of plans.”

He lifts an eyebrow, grinning.

“You didn't forget, did you?”

“Nah-huh.”

Swiftly, he escapes my grip and pushes to his feet, his fingers already on his shirt.

With one flick of his hand, he takes it off and pulls away. Shirtless, he makes a beeline to the walk-in closet.

“James?”

I spring out of bed.

He exits the closet, a pair of hangers in his hand–– a new shirt and pants.

“Hold this, please.”

He hands them to me before shedding the rest of his clothes and tossing them into a hamper.

He heads into the shower.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I ask, rushing after him.

My eyes go down over him and his still-hard cock.

“Leave them there and come with me in the shower.”

He motions to the chair. I set the hangers down, take a step, and stop.

His eyebrows lift, a smile lighting up his eyes.

“First, you tell me, and then I’ll go with you in the shower.”

“All right.”

He takes my hand, pulling me to him.

“No. I’m serious. I’m not going until you tell me.”

He spins around and cups the back of my hair, his lips landing on my lips.

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