Page 30 of Sinners' Appetite
“Wise choice,” I grin. “So, you’ll do it then?”
“Maybe. Jeff won’t let me come back to work just yet…”
“I don’t blame him.”
“I can’t get by without those tips. My regular wage doesn’t cut it.”
“I can be your sugar Daddy in the meantime.” I laugh.
“Smart-ass.” She huffs, slapping the side of my leg.
“So, what exactly do you photograph, Malachi?” Sammi asks, wrapping her arms around Jeremy’s neck as she hops onto his lap.
“Pretty much everything. Nature, cars, people. Anything I catch a glimpse of beauty in,” I reply, taking a swig of my beer.
“We should get him to take some naughty pics of us sometime, Jer,”
“We’ve done that plenty of time ourselves, my love,” Jeremy replies.
“But—he’s a professional.”
“I’d be game,” I chime in. “I won’t charge much.”
“See—hewantsto…”
“I guess it’s settled then…”
I think taking a few risque photos of the two of them is minor compared to what just went on in their backyard.
Sammineedstoslowdown. I’ve never witnessed her throw back liquor quite like she is tonight. In the last thirty minutes, she’s tossed back three shots already. That’s on top of everything else she’s drunk tonight.
She’s sure as hell going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning.
“It’s getting late,” I say. “I might head home soon.”
“Already?” Sammi asks with a disappointed look on her face.
“I’m fucking exhausted.”
“No wonder.,” she teases, shooting a playful grin toward Malachi.
I stand up and Malachi’s hands slide down my legs, making my clit throb all over again. The power he has held over my pussy is phenomenal.
“You’re leaving now?” Sammi asks.
“I think so,” I reply.
“What about me?” Malachi pipes up.
“I assumed you would be coming with me…”
“Is that your version of an invitation?” he snickers.
“Unless you have better things to do…”
“I think I’d better finish fucking that attitude out of you,” he winks playfully.
The words travel straight to my clit, just like anything else that comes out of his beautiful mouth.
