Page 105 of Blindside Sinner

I should be. I know women. Hot women.

But she’s more than that. In ways that I was never prepared to deal with.

I kiss her and hold my weight off her, making her pull me in as she murmurs another soft “Oh.” It’s one of those half-whimpers that makes my balls tighten.

I dive into her slow, withdraw, do it again. She’s trembling, clinging to me now with her fingers digging into my shoulders. With every pump of my hips, the sounds get louder, better, more erotic. I know she’s close when she lifts her hips off the bed,meets every thrust until I can’t do more than let my body take over as my mind spins out.

“Fuck, Beck!”

I bellow wordlessly, then give a final thrust as her pussy tightens around my dick and my shaft throbs. “Fucking hell, Sloan.”

She steals a little bit of my soul every time I come inside of her.

When her legs release me, I pull out and flop to the side of the bed. My skin is slick with sweat, and I don’t know if I’m ever going to catch a full breath again, but if I die right now, it will have been worth it.

We fall back to spooning position and lie there for a while, our breaths slowing in unison. Then, like clockwork, she wriggles her butt against my crotch.

“Baby, be still or you know what’s going to happen.”

She giggles and moves her ass a little more. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Something about the way she says it—soft, still playful but with a note of seriousness—makes my gut tighten. I don’t want her to be afraid of me. It makes me cringe to think she ever was.

I hug her tighter and kiss the top of her head. “Go to sleep. We’re on the road tomorrow.”

“Two-hour flight, right? You can sleep then.”

“We’re taking a bus. Coach has some funny notions about how to keep a winning team on a winning streak. He thinks we’re getting soft.”

“Tell him I donotshare his opinion. Nothing soft here.”

“I don’t know that he’s talking about the same thing. I hope not, at least.” I stroke her hair out of her face. “Now, hush. I need my beauty sleep. It’s not easy staying this handsome all the time.”

By the time we finally go to sleep, it’s nearly dawn. I hold her and snooze until an alarm goes off that says a car has entered through the front gate, which means it has to be someone with the code.

I check the window… and see Viv’s car rolling up the drive.

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BECK

I give Sloan a nudge. “Hey, angel, wake up.” She doesn’t move. “Viv just pulled up.”

That does the trick. Like she has a spring on her back, Sloan shoots out of bed and starts looking for her clothes. “Oh, fuck!” She’s buzzing around, picking up clothes—none of which are hers—and dropping them again. I’m pretty sure we left hers in the kitchen. “Fuck me. Fuck! What’s she doing here?”

I slide into a pair of joggers and yank a t-shirt over my head then toss her one. “Here.” She jerks the shirt on, stuffs her head into an arm hole then rips it off to try again. “Shit!” This time, she gets her head into the opposite armhole.

I help her take it off, then against all my better and baser instincts, I help her put it on. “Sweetheart, calm down.”

“I need this fucking job, Beck.”

I’m tempted to tell her she can have any “fucking job” she wants, but I think now is probably not the time for sex humor. Instead, I take one of her shoulders in each hand. “Go out to the terrace.Take the stairs down to the apartment. Get dressed and come in for breakfast.” I kiss her a second longer than is probably smart, then send her outside.

She goes out then pokes her head back inside as I’m about to head down to receive Viv. “I don’t have underwear on.”

I wave her back out. “Keep talking and Viv’s gonna get the full picture show.”

She snorts and runs down the steps to the backyard.

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