Page 337 of The Sinner: James

Head pressed against the wall, I close my eyes and catch my breath, my grip finally slackening.

“That was damn good...” I murmur, cracking an eye and stealing a glance at him.

A lopsided smile tilts his lips as he studies me with hooded eyes.

“You’re fucking good, James Sexton,” I say, stretching a soft grin. “And if you ever dare to cross me, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I murmur.

His chest rocks with laughter.

Running my fingers over his face, I soak him in. A soft smile touches his eyes.

“Now show some mercy and release those people from the conference room,” I say as he gently lets me down.

“You okay?” he asks, offering his hand as I struggle to regain my balance.

“I am. It’s just that I can’t walk,” I say.

Smoothly, he fixes his fly.

“Can you sit on your butt?”

“Yeah... That I can,” I say, grinning, my eyes slanting to his bulge.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“You have such a dirty mind,” he says.

“And that’s a problem because...?”

“I didn’t say it was a problem,” he says, amused. “Give me a few more moments. I’ll finish soon.”

He sweeps his shirt off the floor, opens the closet door, and tosses it on a chair. From a hanger, he peels a new one. Pressed, brand new.

His fingers move up swiftly, buttoning it up.

He slides his hand through his hair while I pick up my dress, my bra, and my panties, and I do my best to put everything back together, hoping to look moderately decent.

He sinks back into his chair.

Sprawled in an armchair across from his desk and close to the door, I set my eyes on him.

“You’re good?” he asks.

I nod.

His finger lands on the intercom button again.

“Lynn?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send the people back. I’ll be in the office,” he says and checks the time on his phone, “for about an hour, maybe less. Bring me everything you need me to sign off on.”

For the next thirty minutes, I watch him go over the documents and the reports. He works efficiently. Focused. A no-nonsense guy.

Lynn, a soft-spoken, curvaceous woman with a bright smile and attire that screams professionalism, swiftly reviews the paperwork with him.

A soft knock on the door makes them swing their gazes to the entrance.

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