Page 20 of Robbin’ the Rich

She stopped just inside the bedroom doorway and turned toward me slowly.

For one suspended second neither of us moved.

The room felt softer than the rest of the apartment somehow. The lamp light was low. Dark sheets and a comforter tangled across the bed. One of her hoodies tossed carelessly over a chair like she’d changed in a hurry before going out tonight.

It was intimate. Everything seemed too real.

Robin looked at me beneath smudged eyeliner and dark lipstick, fishnets and sinful little nun costume, and my brain fully short-circuited.

A quiet laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

“What?” she asked, already smiling slightly.

I stepped closer slowly, hands settling at her waist.

“I just need you to know, if Catholic school kids could see us right now, they’d explode.”

Robin chuckled softly. “You’re deeply committed to the priest jokes.”

“I cope through humor.”

“Tragic.”

I grinned and leaned down like I was about to kiss her⁠—

Then she dropped to her knees. My entire body locked. Holy fuck.

“Robin—”

She looked up at me with those emerald green eyes through her dark lashes, with a gaze so sharp and heated it nearly punched the air from my lungs. Every coherent thought I had vanished.

I stared down at her, stunned, while her hands slid slowly up my thighs and my pulse started hammering so hard it hurt.

Jesus Christ. The woman was dangerous.

“Still got jokes?” she asked with a seductive smirk.

My mouth actually fell open for a second.

“Nope.”

That earned me the faintest smile before she tugged me closer, and the combination of her confidence, the eye contact, and the fact that she looked entirely too pleased about unraveling me nearly destroyed what little self-control I had left.

I ran one shaky hand through my hair while trying desperately to stay upright and vaguely functional.

“Robin,” I breathed, half warning, half plea.

She hummed thoughtfully like she enjoyed hearing her name in my voice far too much. Which, judging by the look on her face, she absolutely did.

The heat between us burned hotter with every second until I honestly wasn’t sure how much more I could take. And somewhere through the haze of want and nerves, one very clear thought cut through everything else.

I was in so much trouble.

She looked up at me with questioning eyes and began to undo my pants. I slid the costume habit off her head and ran my hair through her dark brown hair that now hung in layers around her shoulders. She peered up at me with those green eyes as she slid my pants down.

I bit down on my bottom lip, calling on all the restraint I could muster. It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. And Robin was the woman I had been thinking about whenever I’d taken care of myself… and here she was on her knees for me.

“Fuck…” I hissed as she licked the underside of my cock.