Page 86 of The Sinner: James

“Pretty much anyone who means anything in this town, plus... some family,” Lex says, tilting his chin toward the table on our right, where a cute brunette straddles a young man’s lap.

“Who the hell is that?” I ask.

“Daria Morgan’s husband.”

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JAMES

It’sfour in the morning when I pull up in front of my place, the car’s headlights sweeping the windows.

My footsteps break the silence as I walk across the foyer and take the stairs to the second floor.

Quietly, I push the door open and glance at the bed before I slip into the bathroom.

The cold water rolls over my chest, arms, and legs but does nothing to tame the tension in my body.

I run a towel over my chest and arms before wrapping it around my waist.

Moments later, I enter the bedroom and swagger to the bed.

Her hair is fanned over the pillow, a sheet barely clinging to her rear.

She lies on her stomach, softly breathing, sound asleep.

I roll my gaze over her back, the curvature of her spine, her arms, her narrow waist, and the swell of her butt before I smoothly spin around.

“James?”

I freeze.

“Yes?”

“Come to me,” she says in a sleepy voice.

I turn around.

She pushes up on her elbow and beckons me to her, a sensual grin arching her lips.

Teasingly, she peels the sheet off, giving me a full view of her naked body.

My eyes drift slowly, taking her in from her delicate collarbones to her pert breasts, flat stomach, and sculpted thighs.

I gaze at her smooth folds, her pink, swollen clit peeking through. That’s hardly an invitation I can refuse.

The more I stall and ponder, the stiffer I get between my legs.

Lasciviously, she leans forward, tapping the mattress next to her.

“Come,” she says, a luring smile beaming on her lips.

I clasp my hands on my hips, stifling a grin.

I’ve never had a woman waiting for me in my bed.

Come to think of it, all the fucking took place at Red’s, the Dark House, or my dad’s fuck pad downtown.

“You don’t want me in bed with you,” I say.

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