Page 76 of The Sinner: James

“Mm-hmm. Something like that...” I say, suppressing a grin.

She looks at me, disheartened.

“Don’t worry... It doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. Even if you said yes, it still means nothing. It was a test.”

“And if I said ‘no’?”

“I guess we’ll never know,” I say, motioning to the door. “Let’s go.”

I slip out of the car and hold the door open for her. She steps out and rises to her feet, shifting her gaze to me.

Biting my lip, I crush another smile.

She seems set to say something else when she changes her mind and smoothly erases the space between us.

Her expression changes, a playfulness I notice for the first time chasing her worries away.

A faint grin creases her lips as she locks my gaze and unexpectedly slides her hand down.

Smoothly, she removes the last sliver of space between us, her frame coming against mine as she gently palms my groin and runs her fingers up my fly.

My eyebrows tilt in surprise, my blood pooling fast below my waist.

She cups my shaft, squeezing me gently. Satisfaction beams in her eyes, spurred by my reaction.

My hand goes on top of hers as I run my gaze over the parking lot. The place is crammed with cars.

Luckily, no one’s outside.

“You’re still hard,” she says, smiling while running her touch up and down my throbbing hard-on through my jeans.

I release my hold on the door, and it slides closed with a quiet thud before I put my hands on the roof of my car on either side of her.

“And you’re touching me on a public road,” I toss back at her, twitching against her hand.

She strokes me slowly, her eyes glued to mine, a teasing smile lining her lips.

As painful and pointless as this is, I can’t stop her.

“I wish I could do something about it,” she says, tilting her head to the side, taunting me again.

I lean closer and murmur in her ear.

“There are things you could do to me, darling, but not if you hadn’t done them before.”

She cuffs the back of my neck and pulls me even closer.

Pulsing in her hand, I lower my mouth to hers, the air crackling with electricity between us.

We part our lips and softly touch, the hunger simmering beneath the surface.

With one passion-fueled stroke, I lock her lips and capture her mouth, her soft moans becoming music to my ears.

Her fingers slide into my hair, her hand running firmly on my length, my palms still resting on my car.

She shakes and moans, her tongue sliding onto mine, her lips rolling right with mine, her breath hotter by the second.

Within moments, her heat enters my blood.

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