Page 92 of The Sinner: James

“You liked her?” she asks, her voice broken.

“Yeah... I did. I liked her a lot. From the moment I saw her that night on the stairs at Red’s...”

I wind my arm around her waist and pull her into me.

“And who will take her place?” she asks, her lips wet.

“A beautiful woman...” I murmur before starting to kiss her.

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RAIN

Propped on his elbow,he hovers over me, kissing me slowly and pacing himself to make me relax under him.

My hands go to his hair as he presses his thick shaft against my entrance.

He breaks the kiss momentarily, stretches his arm out, and retrieves a condom from the nightstand.

“No,” I say.

His eyes come to me, an eyebrow slowly arching.

“I don’t want it. There must be a different way…” I say.

He ponders for a second.

“Are you on something?”

I shake my head.

“Can I use the morning-after pill?” I ask.

He tosses the condom on the nightstand.

“I’ll call my doctor in the morning,” he says, his eyes trained on me. “Are you sure you want it this way?”

I nod.

“Are you clean?” I ask.

He lowers his head, pushing back an amused grin.

“I always use protection. Besides, the women I’m dealing with are tested.”

My eyebrows slide up.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“By request?”

“That too,” he says, crushing a smile. “Let’s say they are a certain kind of woman.”

“Hmm... Different than me, I figure. So, what kind am I?”

His smile withers away, his eyes darkening.

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