Page 140 of Sins of the Father

He replies something, but I can’t decipher it.

“Ethan’s up for a trip to the Windy City. What do you think? Should we fly in, and I can meet this boyfriend of yours and his mom?”

“That would be great.”

“Send me the address, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Claire. I owe you.”

“No, you don’t. But Ethan wants to know if Noah is in town right now.”

“I think so. Why?”

“He needs to talk to him about one of his buildings. Ethan will call him and arrange it.”

“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Can’t wait. Bye. Oh...right there, Ethan...”

I chuckle and hang up. “She’ll be here to meet with your mom tomorrow.”

Steven raises his eyebrows. “Just like that?”

I cockily brush the tops of my shoulders. “What can I say?”

Steven grins and pulls me down on the bed. “I think you deserve some extra attention for being so resourceful.” He drags his finger down my cleavage and slides it over to my nipple, teasing it through my shirt. His lips brush on my neck, stirring the craving for him that coats the surface of all my cells, waiting for him, never entirely disappearing and always ready to come at me in full force whenever he’s around.

“How much time do we have?”

“Until what?” he murmurs and slides his hands under the back of my shirt and unclasps my bra.

“Anything,” I squeak out.

“I thought I was the scheduled one,” he says then sucks on my earlobe.

A small laugh escapes me. “So we have nothing to do all day?” I grip his hair and force his head up to kiss me, sticking my tongue in his mouth the moment he opens it.

Between kisses, he says, “This is it until I take you to dinner.” He ravages my mouth some more. “I think I was going to make you hot.” He slides my shirt over my head then removes his with one hand before leaning over me again. “And wet...” He circles his index finger on my slit over my shorts.

“Don’t forget begging,” I mumble, my face already filling with heat.

His lips turn up. He focuses on my collarbone, lightly sucking. “You know what I love, Harper?”

“What?” I breathe.

“How you taste. I love every part of you in my mouth.”

A wave of tingles and heat rolls through my cells, and I buck my hips up at his hand.

“Like your nipples.” He flicks his tongue on the right one then drags his teeth repeatedly over it.

I gasp.

He sucks, and a zing shoots from my breast down to my sex.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

He groans. “I’m hungry, Harper.”

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