Page 10 of Secret Sin

“And what about you?” I asked, craving a mental picture of my own.

“I’m in my office now, and I’m already so fucking hard it hurts.”

I smiled in satisfaction. “Sitting at your desk?”

“Mmm … with you on my mind all goddamn day. I want you to slip your hand into your panties. Don’t take them off, naughty kitten. This is a secret, just you, me, and that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

Jesus, his words did unholy things to my insides.

When my fingers slid between my folds, I was already drenched. A small gasp slipped past my lips, drawing another groan from him.

“Fuck, no matter how hard I grip my cock, it’s no comparison to the way your pussy milked me dry. You’re a goddamn wet dream.”

“Keep talking like that, and this won’t last very long.” I breathed shakily, half lost in my building pleasure.

He grunted. “You’ve touched yourself before, but what about this? Has another man ever controlled your body like this from a distance?” His voice took on a hard edge that made my heart rate tick up a notch.

“No, this is another first for me.”

A masculine rumble of approval purred across the line. “Good. I want all your firsts, and there’s so many to be had. Fuck, kitten, just thinking about it has me on the edge.”

He wasn’t alone. I was so swept away that the full breadth of his comment didn’t register. My breaths grew shallower as my hand quickened its pace, and a crescendo of sensation built into a cataclysmic storm deep in my core.

“Don’t you come yet. Not until I say,” he ordered gruffly.

“But … but I’m so close,” I whimpered.

“Not until I say,” he commanded.

“OhGod. Bishop.”

“That’s it, baby. Bury your finger deep inside and think about how much better it’ll be when it’s me filling you again.” With his voice in my ear, it was impossible not to imagine him there with me. The feel of his body above me. The scent of his masculine cologne filling my lungs. The sting of his teeth over my sensitive nipple.

“Bishop!” I cried.

“What a good little kitten. Come for me, and let me hear how good I make you feel.”

The most wanton, animalistic sound I’d ever made clawed its way from my throat as my orgasm ripped through me.

“Oh fuckyes.” Bishop’s exquisite cry filtered to my ears from where I’d dropped the phone next to me and given myself over to the ambrosia coursing through my veins. Nothing else existed outside my euphoria. But after countless seconds, Bishop’s voice again drifted to my ears, gently tugging my body back to earth.

“Fuck, you’re nearly as hot over the phone as you are in person.”

God, I loved every word he said—like he had a direct line to my innermost desires.

But what aboutall your firstsand claiming that I was his? Now that my brain could function without an onslaught of erotic pleasure blinding me, the voice of reason filtered back to the forefront of my thoughts.

Stupid buzzkill.

I would have preferred to stick my head in the sand, but that wasn’t my personality. I was a head-on kind of girl, and this situation needed to be addressed.

“Bishop, we need to talk.”

“Not sure there’s much to discuss, kitten.”

Hell, I even loved that he called me kitten. It was a silly endearment that I probably would have scoffed at had I heard it in a movie, but damn if it didn’t sound like pure gold on his tongue.

“No?” I asked with a touch of amusement. “What about the fact that I may not want to be yours?”

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