Page 67 of For I Have Sinned

Celine hums in approval. “Do you want to know what happens when I think about you?”

I’m nodding before I can comprehend the movement. I should have told her no, but she is standing before me as an offering.

“Words, Alex,” she demands.

“Y-yes,” I stutter, and I’m not one to beg, but my next word comes out completely desperate. “Please.”

She lifts her dress to her stomach, showing off her smooth skin. “It’s hard to see in here. You might have to feel for yourself.”

There is a second of doubt that runs through me. “I can’t.”

Using two fingers, she lifts my chin. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“But God⁠—”

“Will forgive you.” She cuts me off. Her thumb runs along my bottom lip. “It’s okay to give in to temptation just once, right?”

I nod hesitantly because I know that if we do this, it won’t be a one-time thing. Once I have her, I won’t be able to stay away.

With a shaky hand, I place my thumb against the wet spot, pressing on her clit. Celine gasps at the sensation, and it sends a fire down my spine.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice turning raspy.

“Yes,” she responds breathlessly as she meets my shoulder with one hand while the other continues to hold the fabric up for me.

“Do you always make yourself come to the thought of me?” There is no way I can hold back now.

Not after feeling what I do to her.

I remove my thumb, pulling a disappointed groan from her, before I slide my hand down the front of her underwear. She is warm and soaking wet because of me, and I whimper at how perfect she feels.

“Yes,” she finally answers.

“The things I would do to be the one to make you come,” I mutter. “To make you scream.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please make me come.”

“Listen to you.” I grin, leaning forward to press my lips to the soft skin below her belly button. “Begging me to make you feel good.”

I tease her, sliding my finger down to her entrance only to drag it back up and circle her clit. I’ve missed this—the feeling of a woman and how she shakes from my touch. It’s been so long that I want to make this moment last.

Pulling my hand from her underwear, Celine huffs in annoyance, thinking that I’m changing my mind.

Her attitude changes when she watches the finger that was touching her slip into my mouth. Her lips part as I taste her, savoring how delicious she is. I close my eyes, groaning around my finger as I clean off her arousal.

“You are a forbidden fruit I was never supposed to taste.” My tone is raspy. “Turn around and keep your dress up.”

With the lack of space, Celine manages to turn around. When she is facing the door, I smooth my hands up her leg, and when they meet her hips, I tug her down roughly.

My cock digs into her ass, and she starts moving her hips without hesitation. Something that isn’t my hand providing me pleasure is driving me crazy. I throw my head back and relish in the sensation.

But I need to feel her again, so that’s what I do. My hand dives back into her underwear, and I tease her clit with a few soft circles before descending. With my other hand, I spread her legs and thrust a finger into her.

“Oh, my—” I slap a hand over her mouth.

This booth may be soundproof, but it’s meant to block out speaking voices. If she’s loud enough, someone might be able to hear her.

“Silence. That’s what I need from you.” I demand against her temple. “Do you understand?”