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Brenda felt herself flush. Or maybe it was the two drinks she’d already had. She glanced down at her watch, then up at him.
Sin.
How apropos.
She sinned every day. Yet, she stood debating, trying to talk herself out of one more drink with a dangerously fine man with a name like Sin.
Without even touching her, Sin seduced her.
Robbed her of the will to resist.
Him.
His challenge.
Why was he taunting her? But, more importantly than that, why was she aching, wanting, and suddenly feeling wet.
Damn him.
But shit. He was scrumptiously sexy. Oh hell. Brenda slid back onto her barstool. So much for the delicious dick-suck she’d planned in her head with her down on her knees between Roselle’s muscular thighs.
“One drink,” she said firmly. “I’ve already had two too many.”
“One drink is all you’ll need,” he said smoothly.
This time she smiled, and he grinned. And then his lon
g thick fingers reached out and touched her cheek. Brenda blinked, but she didn’t jerk her head away, not even as his finger trailed to the corner of her mouth. No. She should have, but she didn’t. Instead her breath hitched and her lips parted the barest of centimeters in response.
Sin stared at her, his brown eyes sizzling her with purpose.
He leaned into her. “I’ve been wondering what you taste like,” he murmured. His lips flush to her ear, a teasing hot-breath brushed her skin.
Brenda swallowed, then licked her lips. She didn’t know what to say to that, but she knew she needed to say something. So she stated the obvious. “As flattered as I am, I’m a married woman.”
Sin cocked his head slightly to the right, and Brenda swore she saw the dirty mind behind those smoldering eyes. “And I still wanna stick my tongue deep inside you and lick out your soul.”
Lord God—sweet Jesus.
Suddenly, she felt heat everywhere. Scorching her skin. Searing her cunt. Burning the tip of her clit. Brenda felt her mouth go dry, but her pussy grow wetter.
If she weren’t here, on this island—with Roselle, she’d invite him to taste her pussy. He could lick the inside of her uterus, then suck out her ovaries if he’d wanted.
This was so inappropriate. She knew this. And yet she still wanted to indulge him, to engage him.
The bartender returned with their drinks setting them on the bar in front of them, and Brenda quickly grabbed hers, thankful to have something to squelch her growing desire, to drown the rising heat in her belly.
“Where’s your husband?” Sin asked in a swift change of subject.
Who?
Brenda gave him a questioning stare.
Sin grinned and chuckled lightly. “Your husband, baby. Where is he?”
Oh. Him.
“Getting dressed.”
