Page 89 of Sweet Sinners
Her moan vibrates around my cock, sending sparks racing down my spine, straight to my toes. My stomach clenches hard, and I barely manage to rasp, "Yes—fuck, just like that. Keep going, Angel. Earn it."
She increases her pace, mouth slick and warm, taking me deeper with every bob of her head. When I look down, the sight nearly breaks me—her perfect tits bouncing softly, hips rolling in subtle rhythm, eyes fluttering shut in pure satisfaction. It's too much, too fucking perfect. Pleasure snaps inside me like a live wire, and I grip her hair tighter, thrusting forward as I come hard down her throat, my entire body shaking violently. My other hand grips the counter desperately, the marble the only thing keeping me upright.
Cali slowly slides her mouth off me, her lips soft and gentle, making sure I feel every last sensation. When she finally releases me, she swallows, eyes meeting mine, fierce and satisfied, like she's just claimed some vital part of me.
Without thinking, I grab her arms, pulling her upright and crashing my mouth onto hers, kissing her like she’s oxygen and I’ve been drowning my whole life. She moans into the kiss, surprised at first, but then melts against me, arms wrapping around my neck. My body pinshers to the counter again, possessive and demanding, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
"No one else gets to have you like this," I growl between desperate kisses.
"Of course not," she whispers breathlessly. "I'm yours." Her fingers trail over my back, tracing scars no one else has ever touched—like they’re beautiful, like they don’t define me. Like I'm whole.
A low growl rumbles through my chest, and I lift her off the floor, her legs instantly wrapping around me. As I carry her toward the stairs, she gasps, eyes wide. "Connor, my clothes—"
"You won’t need them," I promise roughly, taking the stairs two at a time. "We’ll order dinner later."
Her laugh fades into a moan as I silence her again with my mouth, carrying her down the hall, fully intent on making good on every filthy promise.
If Cali wants a distraction, if she wants to lose herself, I'll make damn sure all she feels tonight is pleasure.
Every. Single. Second.
Chapter forty-one
Cali
Iwakeslowly,wrappedinConnor’s heat, his breath warm and steady against my neck. His arm is draped over my waist, palm cupping my breast even in sleep—like he’s marking territory, afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go. My lips curve into a faint smile as I shift against him, remembering last night: movie forgotten halfway through, clothes stripped and tossed carelessly across the bedroom floor, our bodies tangled desperately beneath the sheets like we couldn’t possibly get close enough.
The week has been perfect—stolen glances in the kitchen, whispered conversations on the stairs, and rushed, hungry encounters that left my skin branded with his touch. Work felt easier, too, with anew assistant who isn't bent on sabotage. Now, waking up with him pressed against me feels surreal, like I’m waiting for reality to catch up, for the moment when someone rips this perfect secret apart.
But the silence around us, the dim glow of the morning sun creeping through the blinds, feels too good, too real, to let go of.
Carefully, I roll slightly onto my back, turning my head to look at him. Connor’s face is peaceful in sleep, lips slightly parted, eyelashes fanned against his cheekbones. My stomach flips, tightening with a fresh wave of hunger—a craving that never goes away, no matter how many times I have him.
My fingertips drift lazily down his chest, tracing scars, muscle, skin. Connor suddenly jolts awake, fumbling blindly toward the nightstand, panic briefly flashing across his face.
“Easy,” I whisper, touching his arm gently. “It’s just me.”
He exhales roughly, eyes focusing, softening instantly. His panic fades, replaced by a possessive warmth as his arm wraps securely around me, pulling me across his chest until my body is nearly draped over him. “Jesus, Cali. You scared me.”
My lips curl into a teasing smile as I kiss along his collarbone, tracing slow, lazy circles over his chest. “Didn’t mean to.”
He lets out a low, sleepy sound—a mix between a sigh and a groan—as his fingers slide slowly down my back, tracing the curves of my body beneath the sheets. “You’re insatiable.”
“I have a lot time of self-control to make up for,” I murmur softly, my voice barely audible as my hand trails lower, teasing dangerously. I pause, hesitation threading into my voice. “Do you think…we should slow down?”
Connor freezes, the muscles beneath my fingertips tightening briefly. When he finally answers, his voice is rough, darkened by threeyears of longing. “Three years in prison, Calliope,” he growls softly. “Slowing down isn’t in my vocabulary anymore. Not with you.”
I bite my lip, pulse racing faster as my hand slides lower, teasing lightly over his abs, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I don’t want you to get tired of me.”
His eyes flash open suddenly, burning fiercely into mine. His fingers catch my chin roughly, forcing me to hold his gaze, deep and intense, possessive in a way that makes my stomach flip dangerously.
“If I ever say no to you, something’s seriously wrong,” he murmurs roughly, lips brushing mine. “With me—or the whole damn world.”
I laugh softly, slipping beneath the sheets and trailing kisses slowly down Connor’s perfect chest. His abs tighten under my lips, his breathing catching as I move lower, my nails lightly grazing his thighs. He murmurs something I can’t quite hear, but the deep rasp of his voice is enough to set every nerve in my body alight.
My tongue slides along the hard length of him, teasing, savoring the way his muscles tense and his breathing quickens. He groans, deep and low, hips jerking up impatiently, silently begging for more.
I give it to him—exactly the way he craves it—slow, teasing strokes of my tongue, lips wrapping tight as I suck him deeper. Connor’s growls vibrate straight down my spine, sending heat pooling between my thighs. I hum softly around him, knowing the vibration will drive him wild, and he jerks beneath me, growling my name.
