Page 552 of The Sinner: James

“What are you waiting for?” he says.

“Um...”

I flick my gaze toward the house.

“I gave them something to do in the guesthouse,” he says in response to my hesitant look.

I smile, amused.

“Until?”

“Until I’m done with you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He drags his eyes to my legs again.

“Strip,” he says, his lips arched into a grin.

I rise.

“Slowly,” he says, pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down, not revealing much yet, although the outline of his erection is apparent.

Cupping his bulge with one hand, he strokes his lower abs with his fingers.

Smiling, I step toward him and bring my hand to my neckline.

He keeps moving his fingers across his shredded abs, brushing his hard length with his free hand.

“You are such a tease, Mr. Sexton,” I say, peeling the fabric off.

Our eyes stay locked as I untie my bra and tear it off my chest.

A grin sparkles in his eyes.

I shift my gaze to the house again.

“Are you sure they’re gone?”

“Mm-hmm. Positive.”

I turn my eyes to him.

His gaze stays glued to my chest as he strokes his bare cock with his hand, his fingers pushing his waistband even lower.

My cheeks get flushed as I run my eyes over his erection.

I shift to him, eager to touch him.

“Take your panties off,” he says, cupping his hard flesh.

Grinning, I chew on my lip.

“If anyone sees me...” I argue, tugging at my panties.

“They’ll get fired,” he says.

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