Page 138 of Blindside Sinner

I want more.

His hips start to thrust up and down to meet mine.I’mthe one who came in just about naked,I’mthe one who initiated this, but that lasts for all of three seconds before he’s the one in charge again.

I might pout about that if I didn’t love it so much.

He sits up and encircles me with his arms, coaxing me up and down on his dick. I’m moaning hard. I have to remind myself to breathe, but more often than not, I forget.

When his body tenses, I ride him harder until my mind splits away and there’s no thought, no reason, only sensation after sensation waving through me.

That, and his name.

Beck.

Beck.

Beck.

I don’t know if I’m screaming it aloud or only in my head, but I don’t care. If the security guys hear us fucking, I don’t care. If the housekeeper or the cook or the gardener hear us fucking, I simply do not care.

All I care about is loving him and being loved in return.

Nothing else matters.

When we’re finished, I stay on his lap a little while longer than necessary. He hugs me, his head in the crook of my shoulder. “You know what I like about you, Sloan?”

“The mind-blowing sex? The effervescent banter? My flawless good looks and impressive sense of humility?”

“Well, yes, to all of those, but that isn’t what I’m talking about.” He strokes my sides as he keeps me cradled close. “I like that you don’t run from me.”

I frown. “Should I?”

“No.” But something about the way he answers—softer, like maybe he isn’t sure—tells me more than I want to know.

“Do women always run from you?” My voice is soft, too, but it’s because I want an actual honest answer.

“Are you asking if I have some deep psychological abandonment issues that cause me to drive away the opposite sex? Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll keep an eye out, just in case.”

“I wasn’t going there. That’s your can of worms, pal.” I tweak his nose and giggle, which makes him tickle me, and before I know it, we’re burning up through round two.

Afterwards, sore and sweaty, I roll out of his arms. His comment is still burning in my head as he stands and goes to the bathroom to rinse off the smell of sex.I like that you don’t run from me.

I know he means it. But I don’t know exactly why. That’s not the real concern, though.

My real concern is what I should’ve said right back to him.

It would be so much better for you if I did.

69

SLOAN

I don’t have the time that a shower with Beck would require, so I go to the guest room and get ready there. By the time I walk out of the guestroom to take us to the arena, he’s just walking out of his room with his bag in hand.

He meets me halfway down the hall and pulls me against him. “Listen, I know we agreed to keep our…this…quiet outside the house, but…” He tucks a fallen lock of hair back behind my ear. “I want to show you off.”

Fear rolls in my belly. “Beck, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Vivian would?—”

“Fuck Viv. Let me worry about her.”

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