Page 25 of Secret Sin

A rush of pleasure swelled in my core. “Are you just taking me home to get me naked?” My voice grew as sultry as a summer night.

“No, but I’ll admit that I can’t wait for you to get your own place. I’d prefer easier access to you.”

I studied him, taking in the way his thick lashes curled at the tips. “You really are okay with me getting a place, even if we’re together?”

He smirked and accelerated onto the freeway. “Baby, you can own half of New York for all I care so long as I’m the one in your bed at night.”

If I smiled any wider, I was at risk of permanent damage. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

His eyes softened as his gaze trailed over my face. “I say plenty of shit that pisses people off. That’s why I’m so good at apologizing. Lots of practice.” He sobered, his eyes returning to the road. “And I’m so sorry I hurt you last week. I can’t promise to never do it again, but I’ll promise to try.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

The thing about Bishop was he didn’t hold back. He was exactly who he claimed to be. Said what he felt and spoke up when he had something worth saying. When he told me how much my happiness meant to him, I believed him.

It was amazing how much that knowledge turned me on.

I didn’t make it five seconds after entering his apartment before I launched myself at him. Bishop lifted me easily into his arms, my legs wrapping around his middle.

“I was so damn worried I’d never have this again,” Bishop said as he walked us back to the bedroom.

“Me, too,” I admitted, kissing his jaw. The scrape of his scruff on my lips sent a zing of pleasure straight to my core.

He set me down next to his bed and stripped us naked as if our clothes had been on fire. Then his eyes devoured me.

“On the bed, on your back. I need to taste that sweet cunt again.”

Who was I to argue? I lay back, his hungry stare giving me the confidence to arch and twist provocatively. He wanted a show? I’d give him one.

“I could watch you move like that all goddamn day.” He prowled closer and spread my legs wide as he kneaded my inner thighs with his strong hands. Hands that soon found their way to my aching breasts. I nearly came when his adept fingers pinched my nipples harder than I’d expected. Bishop wasn’t being gentle. He was on a mission, and I was his to command.

He nipped and stroked, then soothed and teased until my body wept with the need to come.

“Please, Bishop. I need to come.” My words were wrought with desperation.

Bishop aligned his body with mine, our hearts beating in tandem before he paused. “Condom.”

I shook my head. “I’m on birth control.”

“You sure? I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I don’t want anything between us. No condoms or secrets or anything else. Just you and me,” I said softly.

“Fuck, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he growled before his lips devoured mine. In three commanding strokes, Bishop was fully sheathed inside me. “Jesus, you feel incredible.”

The fit was still tight, but my body was growing more accustomed to accommodating his size. A throaty moan left my lips. Bishop took his time with long, intentional strokes. He sucked on my breasts and kissed my neck as a storm brewed inside me. Then, without warning, he pulled out and sat back on his knees. I didn’t have time to ask what he was doing when he lifted my legs and flipped me onto my belly.

Bringing his body over mine, he purred close to my ear. “Ready for something new?”

I bit down on my giddy grin and nodded. His chest reverberated with a masculine rumble before he snaked an arm under my hips and guided my ass into the air.

“Arch that lower back.” He pressed his wide palm on my upper back and lifted my ass with the other. The position felt so wanton and exposed, like a cat in heat presenting herself for the taking. It was fucking incredible. Not just the eroticism of the act but the way it made me feel to know Bishop’s ravenous stare was devouring every tasty morsel.

“We are going to have so much fun exploring together.” His hand caressed the globe of my ass before disappearing, then swiftly returning with a smack.

I gasped in surprise, then pressed my ass out farther as the warm aftermath of his spanking heated my core. I almost purred when the head of his cock nudged my entrance.

“Keep that ass tilted upward, baby. You got me too worked up for anything but hard and fast.” He wasn’t lying. The man fucked like an animal, and I loved every unholy second of it. The weight of his body on mine. The slamming of his balls on my clit. I even liked how he gently wrapped a hand around my throat, careful not to inhibit my breathing. All of it felt divine, especially knowing I was his. This powerful, breathtaking, incredible man had chosen me, and he was all mine.

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