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And, with that thought, I tentatively licked the tip—where there was already liquid oozing out. Even in this spacious room, I could hear how his breathing changed—how he sucked in a breath at the touch of my tongue.

It made me feel even bolder.

As I wrapped my mouth around the head of his dick, I remembered how his own tongue had brought me to climax more than once. And I hoped to do the same thing for him. It wasn’t long before I pulled him in as far as I could, still unable to take him all the way into my mouth, but I soon established a rhythm that felt much like making love. His hands in my hair made it feel as if we were joining in another way. As I continued, I could feel his cock throbbing, each rigid vein refusing to yield to my tongue.

Sinclair’s grip on my hair tightened—and then he spoke. “Lise, your sweet lips are like heaven, but I don’t want to come in your mouth.” Before I could object, he added, “I want to look in your eyes while we go there together.”

My pussy clenched against itself, wanting exactly what he was offering—so I stood, taking his hands as he helped me to my feet. I was reluctant to leave his cock but mollified knowing I would feel it again soon.

And this time, Sinclair didn’t waste a second. As his mouth ravished mine, he found the button and zipper on the back of my skirt, and it whisked to the floor as if by his command. Then he lifted me up and lay me on the dining room table. It was wide enough for my upper body and long enough that I was nowhere near the centerpiece.

We’d never dined on this end but I remembered that dinner party months ago, filled with strangers from his day-to-day work, including that cretinous Danny who’d been ogling me from the start. He would have been sitting where my head lay.

And I smiled, glad that tonight’s memory would overpower that one.

Sinclair raked his tongue down my chest as his hands slid underneath me, and I raised myself so he could unclasp my bra. As soon as he did, he flung it off me and his mouth consumed my naked breast, making every nerve on my body beg for his attention. And then he trailed his mouth down my belly before ripping the panties off my legs.

Then he pulled my body down the table toward him, and as my back dragged the runner with it, I feared yanking down the centerpiece. So I lifted myself up some until he’d pulled me into position so that my ass was near the edge of the table, and I felt grateful that I was just out of view of the mirror because I didn’t want to see myself. As he leaned over me, his eyes were so dark, his brow so intent that I thought he’d never looked so handsome.

And, for tonight, at least, he was mine.

When he kissed me again, he slid one hand down to my thigh, his fingers quickly finding the spot that was aching for his touch, throbbing to the beat of my heart. But then he thrust himself into me, causing me to cry out with unexpected pleasure, relieved that I could feel him again, so deep that he was like a part of me. Over and over, he lunged into me, hitting me in just the right spot as the seated position allowed me to gaze at his handsome face. But it eventually became too much and I gave into the waves of pleasure rocking my brain.

As the orgasm finished and I relaxed, Sinclair drove himself into me one more time and then pulled himself out, pressing into me, his cock releasing its seed on my belly.

I let out a breath, a little panicked at first as I realized he hadn’t been wearing a condom—but then I relaxed. This—an unplanned-for sexual encounter—was why I’d been taking birth control in the first place. But he hadn’t known that, which was why he wasn’t taking any chances.

But why was some stupid part of my brain wishing I wasn’t on birth control? Why did part of me decide I wanted to have his baby?

That could never happen…and I was glad that at least, in the light of day, I’d been smart enough to know that, even if my vulnerable sexed self was clueless.

Chapter 14

If I’d ever eaten dinner in my underwear before, I couldn’t remember it. And of all places where I would have thought it would be acceptable, I would never have named the formal dining room in Sinclair Whittier’s ridiculously huge mansion as it.

After he’d brought in paper towels to clean me off, I’d put my underwear back on—and, for dinner, I’d been sitting in just my bra, panties, and boots (because Sinclair decided I looked too sexy in them to remove them). But after a while, I started shivering, and so he wrapped his shirt over my shoulders like a shawl. Because it smelled of him, it felt like he was holding me the entire time we were eating.

Even cooled off, Edna’s dinner tasted amazing.

I’d been picking at it, though, trying hard to stay awake. I’d had a hard time getting to sleep the night before because I’d been worried about leaving my father, but I’d been equally eager to return to Sinclair—and my sleep had suffered. Behind all my anxiety, I knew this dichotomy couldn’t last. Eventually, I would only have one life to return to, and that would be with my father. My biggest hope now was to do what I’d planned before coming to Sinclair’s mansion—and that was to get my father and me out of Winchester.

After Sinclair finished another bite of his chicken, he asked, “Do you want me to heat anything up for you?”

“No. It’s fine.”

“But you’ve hardly touched it.”

“I guess I’m still not that hungry.”

When Sinclair nodded, he speared the chicken breast and sliced off another bite. “I know you had nothing to do with it.”

His sudden change of topic threw me off balance. “What? What do you mean? Had nothing to do with what?”

“I know you had nothing to do with the destruction of the nursing lab at WCC.”

His words chilled me to the bone. Setting my fork down as quietly as I could, I asked, “And how long have you known?”

The way his blue eyes softened as he looked up at me soothed my hackles that I hadn’t even realized had risen. “I’ve suspected for some time. After you’d been working here for a while. I saw the attention you gave your work—and, even though you broke rules now and then, you never destroyed anything, even when it would have been easy to do so.”

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