Page 225 of Heartless Sinner

Cory wisely stayed out of the Fawn conversation.

I threw my head back and laughed. When I lowered it again, I caught Brooks watching me with a genuine smile.

A smile I’d convinced myself I’d never see again.

A smile that made me believe we’d be okay.

That he’d fight for me.

That maybe we still had a chance.

I smiled back. The setting sun caught in his blond hair, making him look annoyingly perfect.

But this perfect man was mine now.

Well, if we could work out all the crazy logistics.

The conversation shifted to the wedding, then Saint Vale, then whatever random topic Nico decided to complain about next.

After we devoured our desserts, I looked over at Brooks. “I guess it’s my turn to see what your rental looks like.”

His lips curved into a slow smile. “I love that idea.”

Sixty-One

Brooks

“Want me to give you a tour?” I asked Daphne when we stepped through the front door.

I locked it, shutting us away from the rest of the world.

I didn’t want to give her a tour. All I wanted to do was kiss her, touch her, have my mouth everywhere on her body.

“Maybe later,” Daphne muttered.

The entryway suddenly filled with the smell of her perfume, and I fucking loved it.

Everything inside me loosened when she fisted the front of my shirt and dragged me to her.

Her soft lips were instantly on mine.

I kissed her back. She tasted like wine and strawberry cheesecake.

Our tongues danced. Our hands were everywhere—her waist, my chest, her ass—neither of us staying in one place for long.

When she finally pulled away, her unsteady breaths fanned across my face before she pressed a kiss to my jaw.

She smiled up at me, and I recognized the mischief in her eyes.

My girl was about to be up to no good.

She pushed me back until I hit the wall before dropping to her knees. I hitched my hips forward when she untucked my shirt. She unbuckled my belt, quick and confident, before yanking my pants and briefs down.

Tipping her head back, she peered up at me, sweeping her tongue along her lower lip.

Our stares met in the shadowy entryway as my cock sprang free. I was so hard and ready for anything she wanted to do with it.

She stared—focused and entranced—on my cock while running her tongue down the length.