Page 513 of The Sinner: James

We lock eyes again.

Giving me a lopsided smile, he observes me through his eyelashes.

My grin fades.

“I’m happy that I took you off the market. You could be so much trouble,” I say.

He bites his lip, light exploding in his eyes.

“I can say the same thing about you.”

“I’m nowhere as bad as you are, and still, you’ve managed to stir me up with your talk if you want to know.”

Slowly, I run my hand down, grab the root of his erection, position it between my legs, and tilt my hips, his tip pressing against my entrance.

He fills me to the brim in one smooth motion.

“See... I told you,” I murmur.

Rocking his hips, he thrusts into me again.

“That’s how I like it,” he says before taking my lips.

His phone rings on the nightstand, and I become tense under him. He doesn’t flinch.

“Ignore it,” he says.

I’m trying to do just that, but it doesn’t work.

His cell phone stops before humming again.

He grabs his phone and turns it off.

“Who was it?” I ask, realizing it’s late.

Past midnight, I think.

He shifts back to me.

“Preston.”

“It may be important.”

“I’m sure it is, but it can wait.”

He rolls his hips, burying his hard length deep in me.

“I’ll call him when I’m done with you,” he says.

I forget about the call and smile.

“Nothing can stop you, huh?”

“Not now. Not when you’re under me,” he says, moving into me while I clutch his body, my lips seeking his lips.

Later, when we’re done, and he walks out of the shower, he remembers about the call.

He snatches his phone from the nightstand and calls Ed while his back hits the pillow.

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