Page 104 of Blindside Sinner

Dix emerges first. He’s a quick change artist. When he walks out, he has his bag in one hand and a smile on his face. “You waiting for anyone in particular? Or can I throw my name in for consideration?”

I can’t help but smile. Dix is a charmer, a guy who flirts just for the sake of flirting. Though I think the only thing he loves more than flirting is pissing off Beck. He’s pretty good at both. “I think I better wait for my employer,” I explain.

Dix sighs melodramatically, but then something catches his attention and he leans in closer with one brow raised. “He’s such a diva. And, I see, he’s so diligently and thoughtfully marked his territory.”

I cover the hickey with my hand as heat creeps up from my chest to my neck to my cheeks. “It wasn’t Beck.”

Dix laughs, not believing me for a millisecond. “Sure. No doubt you have some super-secret, throat-sucking boyfriend who doesn’t mind that you live with playboy hockey god Beckett Daniels.”

Beck steps through the doors just in time to catch the tail end of Dixon’s remark. He just shrugs and smiles. I thought I was doing a bad job keeping it cool, but he’s a trillion times worse.

“You never know,” I protest weakly.

“Oh, I know.” Dix waves over his head and walks down the tunnel toward the exit. “Believe me, I know.”

When he’s gone, Beck drapes a heavy arm over my shoulders. He smells like body wash, clean and woodsy. “Come on. Let’s get home.”

On the way home, we stop for takeout from one of those trendy sandwich places with artisan breads and all-natural ingredients. It’s next to a liquor store, so Beck runs in for a six-pack and then we head to his place.

I’m ravenous. But as soon as we’re in the house, he takes the bag from my hand and sets it on the counter next to the beer, then backs me up so that he’s holding me there with his body.

“I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he whispers. His lips are firm and insistent as he urges my mouth open with his tongue.

When he pulls back and the kiss ends, he smiles. “You’re mine.”

I just nod, a little too overwhelmed to answer.

“Say it.” He pushes his hips into mine and I whimper.

“I’m yours.” I’m powerless to say no.

“And don’t you fucking forget it.”

52

BECK

I do some of my best thinking in the middle of the night. And after a good fuck, I might be a goddamned genius.

Sloan has her head on my chest, hair splayed behind her like a waterfall over my arm, and she’s warm. Warm and naked are two of my favorite ways to have her.

It’s funny—a week ago, I thought about fucking her. I thought about it with enough regularity that I was steady dating my right hand, but never would I have guessed that I would be lying beside her in my bed in my house and holding her like she’s more than… more than just an easy lay.

I have rules for those chicks. Overnights are okay, but there isn’t a lot of cuddling.

But with Sloan, this feels natural. It feels…right.I’m not putting too much thought into that. Not if I can help it.

I like being around Sloan. Now that I’m past the annoying part of her, the she’s-so-tough-she-thinks-she-can-put-me-on-my-ass part of her that grated on my every nerve, I like her as aperson in her own right. I like the fire that used to just piss me off.

When she sent that picture from the lingerie shop, I almost came in my pants. All she has to do now is bat those beautiful eyelashes and I’m ready for more, even if the last time I had her was only seconds earlier.

As she snuggles closer, just at the edge of sleep, her hand slips down my stomach. Her fingers curve around my cock and she gives a slight squeeze.

I smile. Her murmuring moan as I tweak her nipple is enough for me to be ready all over again.

Her eyes flutter open and she grins that shy, sly grin that makes every drop of blood in my body dive south. She likes being on top and I love the view, but right now, I want her beneath me.

I turn her onto her back, spread her legs, and settle between. As soon as I’m inside her wet heat, she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me deeper. I groan and shudder because I’m not prepared for the pleasure.

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