Page 399 of The Sinner: James

He rides his free hand up my thigh, lifting it to his hip, leaving me no choice but crashing into him.

My lips go to his lips, my breasts to his chest, and my legs open for his hard-on.

He slides into me smoothly, entering me before thrusting repeatedly.

Slowly at first and then faster.

One hand holds my hair while the other clutches my backside as he pulls my hips against his thrusts.

There is no slow time.

His back hits the booth wall, making the whole chamber shake.

“James...” I murmur through soft gasps.

Eyes linked with mine, he rails me hard.

His expression hardens as he picks up the pace, using more force.

“James...” I push out, my fingers clawing at his neck. “Don’t stop,” I say, my voice faint, my eyes heavy, holding his.

An earthquake falls through me.

He thrusts harder and harder until a quiet growl crawls up my throat, his chest vibrating with a grunt.

A rapid surge of pleasure sweeps through me as I sense the intense heat and the warm sensation inside me, the wetness and the bliss followed by relief and the thought that doesn’t let me be at peace.

I don’t know how I can stay away from him for long.

8

JAMES

“Motherfucker Preston.”

Lex’s voice explodes with genuine surprise at the other end of the phone line, followed by a chuckle that vibrates in my ear.

I lean back against the sofa, a drink nearby, the jet’s engines softly humming.

“When did he talk to you?” I ask.

“This afternoon. I can’t believe he stayed quiet for so long.”

“He did a little number on me, too, making me come to him. I had Rain with me as well.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There was nothing to tell. He called me a week ago while he was still back home. He said he needed to run something important by me. I thought it was about the business. Then he said he wanted me in Monte Carlo. Again, I thought it was about the business. He suggested bringing Rain with me and making it a nice long weekend. I liked the idea, but still, I never thought it would be personal.”

“When is he coming back?”

“A month from now, when she finishes school.”

“I’ll be damned. Ed Preston is going to be a father. I have a hard time lodging that in my head.”

I lean forward, reaching to the small table in front of me and fishing out a cigarette from the pack.

“He’s different,” I say, slipping it between my lips.

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