Page 42 of Billionaire's Sins
"Let me carry your weight, while I can."
I frown. "What do you mean by that?"
"Just that I used you, now let me take care of you."
"How? By doing more of the same, I hope."
He chuckles. "You, Miss Ava—what’s your surname?" He frowns. "I can’t believe I’ve never asked you that."
"It’s Erikson, and maybe because you were otherwise occupied?"
"There is that, Ms. Erikson." He nods. "When I am with you, nothing else matters. Not your name or mine. We may as well as be two lights headed on a collision course with each other, with nothing able to get between us."
"Ha, you’re also a poet?"
"Only when I’m with you."
"And when you’re with Him?"
He stiffens, glances down at me. "With whom?" He frowns. "Who are you talking about."
I blink. "I meant the One Above, the One who is in competition for your affections.”
"Not after this." His jaw tics. "I’m afraid I’ve fallen from His good graces."
"Isn’t the Lord meant to forgive as well?"
He tilts his head. "But can I forgive myself?"
He stares straight ahead as he stalks out the back door of the church, down the path that leads to his cottage. He reaches the structure, shoulders open the door again, then walks past the living room, into the bedroom. He places me down on the bed.
He straightens and I grab at his sleeve. "Don’t go."
"I’ll be right back."
"No." I swallow. "No." My heart hammers against my ribcage. My scalp itches and my skin feels too tight for the rest of me. "Edward, please." I tighten my grip on him. "I’ve only just gotten you; I don’t want to lose you."
His forehead furrows. "You’ll never lose me, Eve, don’t you see? Whatever is here between us is too strong for anything mortal to come between us."
"And what if…it’s not mortal? What if it’s some force we can’t control, what then?"What the hell am I saying? Where is this irrational fear coming from?He’s only just taken that crucial step toward me. Hell, he broke his vows for me… Something I’m still not sure how I feel about—so why am I clinging to him like a weak, helpless woman? Which I am not… No way.
He places his hand over mine. "I’m only going to get you some water. I promise, I’ll be right back."
I nod, release him, watch as he prowls away, long-legged, powerful muscles of his thighs flexing under the fabric of his pants, the muscles of his tight arse coiling and uncoiling with ever step he takes. I swallow, sit up in the bed, and pull up my knees so I can rest my chin on them.
He walks out and I turn my attention to the room. Other than the single bed, which I am on, there’s a study table and a chair pushed up against the window. A wooden closet in the far corner, it’s surface gleaming in the rays of the setting sun that pours through the window. I reach over and click on the lamp next to the bed. Blinking at the illumination, I glance up as he walks back in. He offers me a glass of water, urges me to drink it completely, then places the glass to the side, next to his phone.
He sits down on the bed. "We really do need to talk, now."
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Edward
"About what?" She stares up at me, her face shining from where I’d rubbed my cum into her cheeks.
My cum.
My woman.
