Page 90 of The Sinner: James

Her hand comes to my chest, her warm body pressing into mine, her hair slithering around my arm like a live snake.

She rests her head on my shoulder, her fingers brushing over my chest, her stare burning my face.

Her hand goes down, gently following the dip between my pecs, sweeping past the lines between my abs, slipping below my waist, and cuffing my shaft.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I tease, hard in her grip.

I tip my gaze to her. Biting her lip, she looks at me with smiling eyes, slowly shaking her head.

My fingers slide into her hair.

“You’re damn good, you know…” I say, observing her.

Her cheeks get flushed.

“I read a lot,” she says. “And watched stuff…”

I laugh.

“You watched the right stuff.”

A few moments pass before my smile fades.

“You know… We can’t go back if we do this,” I say solemnly.

Smoothly, she props herself up on her elbow.

Our eyes lock.

“Are you nervous?” she asks.

“I’m not nervous,” I say, running a tense hand through my hair.

“Yes, you are.”

Her eyes sparkle with a smile.

“Okay. I am,” I admit, grinning.

“Pretend I’m nobody. Besides, nothing will change for you.”

“Don’t be so sure…” I say, studying her face for a second. “And everything will change for you.”

She dips her gaze, tenderly stroking my erection.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she says, bringing her eyes back to me.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I murmur.

Smiling faintly, she slides up to me, her hand wrapped around my hardness as she breathes into me.

“I won’t complain, Mr. Sexton. Whatever you do to me, it’ll be our little secret,” she says quietly.

“What if you want more?”

A grin floods her eyes.

“I will want more. There’s no doubt about that.”

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