Page 154 of The Sinner: James

The buildings with small apartments look almost identical.

They’re ugly, gray, and economical.

Crammed and utilitarian.

The perfect place to butcher dreams.

“What’s your name?” I ask without turning, his footsteps echoing behind me.

“David... David Moore.”

He rests his palm on the small of my back.

He has a soft, gentle touch.

“What about yours?” he asks.

I stay silent for a moment before I glance at him over my shoulder.

“You can call me Red,” I murmur.

A smile lights up his eyes.

“Red… Sounds good to me,” he says softly.

Smoothly, he wraps his arm around my waist, prompting me to turn to him.

A warm grin floods his eyes, setting off his handsome features.

I take the glass from his hand, place it on a side table, and run my fingers over his neckline, undoing his tie.

He observes me in silence, enjoying every moment.

Then I remove his tie and work on his buttons before sliding his shirt open and running my fingers across his hard chest.

Holding me against his body, he lowers his mouth to mine and claims my lips.

I kiss him back. Softly and teasingly. Capturing the aroma of cognac still lingering on his lips.

Without breaking the kiss, I pull his shirt from his pants and peel it off his shoulders.

He slides one hand to my backside, the other curling around my neck.

Hot between my legs, I stroke his pecs and kiss him harder, feeding my growing hunger.

He deepens the kiss, and my breaths roll faster, my body tensing as my center tingles.

Still locked with him, I unfasten his belt.

Swiftly, I run my fingers down, sweeping the ridge of his erection.

He stirs against my hand.

“You’re good,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I’ve learned from the best,” I say, giving him a smile while stroking him.

He pulls me into him impatiently, his rock-hard cock grinding against my body.

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