Page 75 of Beautiful Sins

“These curves are soft,” I murmur. “Inside, you’ve got edges.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take everything I say as a compliment.”

Her eyes shine as she presses up to kiss me. “Even when I’m stubborn?”

“Perfect,” I groan when she tugs on my hair.

“A hermit?”

“It’s cute.”

“Sleep until noon?”

“Means I get to watch you dream.”

I drag her harder against me, loving her gasp as the best parts of us collide.

“I used to think you were this beautiful, untouchable asshole,” she murmurs. “But you’re just a man.”

“I wish I was a better one.” I search her face, memorizing every line and curve. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of, for good reasons and bad ones. My sins can’t be erased.”

“I like you best when you’re not perfect. When you can be yourself with me, because it means I can be myself with you.”

Fuck.

She wants the unvarnished version of Harrison King.

I’ve never shown it to anyone. Not the way I have with her.

I reach for the button on my pants, and she lifts her chin, lips parting in anticipation.

She takes a long drink of champagne, for fun or courage, then holds it out. “You don’t want any?”

I shake my head. “That’s your reward. You’re mine.”

22

Rae

When I got the official word that I won the fan vote spot at Wild Fest, I had a mini meltdown. I’m not a girl who’s used to getting what she wants. The fact that I had to work my ass off for it only made it sweeter.

Harrison King, on the other hand, knows exactly how to get what he wants.

From the second I walked in and spotted him, his gorgeous face tight and his expression intent, it was clear he wanted me.

He shifts me up onto the desk, stepping between my thighs and squeezing my ass.

My pulse races. There’s a fine line between thrill and danger, one made sharper by the look in his eyes.

The man might actually be an animal.

He cups my breast in one large hand, the coarseness through the lace I wore for him feeling so damn good. I’m suddenly aware of tradespeople working outside.

“Is this room soundproof?”

Harrison’s grin is wicked as he shrugs out of his jacket and strips off his shirt. “You have a problem with anyone hearing you, you’re going to have to stay quiet.”

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