Page 42 of Glorious Sinner

His panted breaths tickled my skin, lifting goose bumps all over my body, and when his thumb swiped my clit, I started gasping and whimpering.

“Fucking beautiful. Everything. All of it. Every part of you. So fucking perfect,” he rasped against my ear.

Another swipe of his thumb and I was coming, crying out, rolling my hips against his hand while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, owning me in a way nobody had before in a way I loved, craved.

“That’s it, my angel, that’s it,” he said rough and deep.

I slumped against him, boneless.

He kissed my lips gently before lowering me, but only for a moment, because then he swung me up in his arms, opened the door, and carried me upstairs to his bedroom.

I felt his lips on my forehead as I was drifting off to sleep. “Rest.”

All I could manage was a contented sigh before I was out like a light.

12

Stephanie

My limbs felt warm and relaxed as I jogged down the stairs. I was still on a high from the morning in Tomas’s office. I was choosing not to think about Ryan standing outside the house or why he was there. My safety was Tomas’s number one priority—I knew it, I believed it. He’d keep me safe, and I wanted to do the same for him.

I tapped on his office door and walked in. “So do you want to—”

The room was empty.

At the sound of footsteps on the tile floor, I turned.

Arthur smiled warmly. “Good morning.”

“And good morning to you, too.” I smiled back. I liked Arthur; he was good people. “Hey, have you seen, Tomas?”

“He had to step out. He wanted me to tell you he’d be back late, but he’d call you.”

Dread filled me. Had Tomas gone after Ryan? Had his men caught him this morning? I forced a smile. “Thanks for letting me know.”

He dipped his chin. “Do you need anything? Food? Coffee? Juice?”

“I’m fine, but thanks.”

He gave me another warm smile and headed off into the opposite direction.

There was no way I could eat right then, not when Tomas could be out there doing something that could put him behind bars. I slid into the big chair behind his desk, not sure what to do, and on the verge of freaking out. I tried to tell myself I was overreacting, that he’d spent so much time here with me the last couple of weeks he probably had lots to catch up on away from the house.

But the niggling feeling wouldn’t leave me, and the feeling of dread got worse.

Willa’s man, Jude, was a private investigator, an ex-cop, and had known Tomas since they were kids. They weren’t exactly besties or anything, from what she could gather, but there was still a friendship of sorts, a mutual respect.

Without giving myself too much time to think about it, I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit Willa’s number.

She answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”

“Hey, so I wanted to ask you something.” I tried to think of the best way to approach the conversation.

“Are you ready for another night out?”

I’d have smiled if I hadn’t been stressing out. “I actually called for another reason.”

“Shoot,” Willa said.