Page 24 of No Small Sin

And I truly fucking was.

With one final tug of his hand, his body shuddered as he found his own pleasure, his hot cum washing over my stomach in thick spurts. I quivered as he released a satisfied sigh, collapsing over me.

I wanted to live in this moment for the rest of my days — rip my own fucking heart out and hand it to him on a silver platter.

He’d probably like that.

I lay there, my body still trembling. I felt a mixture of relief and confusion as he untied my hands, and then, with the same intensity in his eyes as before, he pulled me into him, holding me so fucking tightly.

As if he didn’t want to let go.

Couldn’t.

I soaked up the moment, wishing it could go on forever.

CHAPTERNINE

TK

We approached the door to my townhouse, and I felt like I was living in an alternate reality.

How washehere withme? Fucking surreal.

“I’ll be quick. I know I don’t have to be at work for a few more hours, but I don’t want to be a burden. I’m assuming you have more important things to do.” I wasn’t sure why he’d insisted on driving me. My car was still at LC, and my migraine had been long gone for hours.

“I don’t,” he said, using my key to unlock the front door.

Once inside, I took a stab at making casual conversation. “So. What do you typically do with the bodies of people you kill?”

Yeah.So casual, TK.

He looked at me flatly, “Who says there are other bodies?”

I glared at him as if to say,come on.

He stepped into my kitchen and leaned back against the counter. “I could never implicate the person who I have always relied on to take care of those types of things for me.”

“Then don’t. But I still wanna know like…howyou get rid of them.” The police procedural drama junkie in me was so curious.

He seemed to think about it for a moment before replying. “Cremation.”

My brows lifted. “Wow. Impressive. That’s some super-advanced level fuckery.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and I wondered if he ever actually laughed. I hummed thoughtfully before turning to the fridge to pull out a drink.

He rustled something across the countertop. “What’s this?”

I couldn’t remember having left anything out. “Oh. That,” I said when I saw what he had in his hand. “It’s a semi-permanent tattoo. I ordered it online a few weeks ago. I’ve always wanted a sleeve tattoo, but kind of wanted to see what it would look like first before fully committing. You put them on and they last for like one to two weeks or something. I haven’t done it yet because I couldn’t really figure out how to put it on myself with one hand without fucking it up. And it’s pretty big so I didn’t want it to look stupid for two full weeks and not be able to do anything about it.”

“I could put it on for you,” he offered, looking over the instructions. “You’d still have time to get ready for work and pack an overnight bag.”

I paused, the can of sparkling water halfway to my mouth. “Overnight bag?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

He looked a little shy at that but shrugged. “Just something to keep at my place. Last night wasn’t a one-time thing.”

A smug smile crept over my face. “You planning on tying me up again sometime soon?” The thoughts of him ejac… Oh my god.

E-jack-you-late. That’s why it was calledjackingoff. How had I gone twenty-one years of my life without making this connection?

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