Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy 1)

She was still working on mending her relationship with her parents. Even though they’d reluctantly accepted her decision to be with Clay, it had taken a while for the tension between them to ebb to the point that they were finally comfortable around each other again.

She and Clay had gone to the house for a few Sunday brunches, and she could tell that her father was gradually warming up to Clay. The last time they’d visited, her dad had jokingly asked Clay how he felt about working in the corporate world, to which Clay had replied with an honest hell no, making it very clear that he had no interest whatsoever in the investment firm.

She’d just gotten used to the pain of the needle—either that or her skin had gone numb—when Mason turned off his machine and announced that they were done. He gave her the hand mirror to check out her new ink.

She grinned when she saw what a great job Mason had done on the tattoo. It looked exactly like a cupca

ke, with a swirl of fluffy pink frosting and multicolored heart sprinkles on top. Across the bottom was a small banner that said Life is Sweet in a pretty cursive font.

She couldn’t wait to show Clay and knew what that peek of her tattoo would lead to—getting naked and a whole lot of other sexy fun. She was counting on it.

Mason wiped a small amount of ointment on her skin and covered the new ink with a patch of saran wrap to protect it for the first twenty-four hours. He gave her a sheet of aftercare instructions, and after showing off her new ink to Katrina, she headed home.

When she arrived in the apartment, Clay was in the kitchen getting something to drink, waiting for her to get home from work as he did every day—instead of spending all his time down at the bar. Bursting with enthusiasm and her little secret, she approached him, and without hesitating, she kissed him, hot and deep.

She moaned in pure contentment when he took over, tangling his tongue with hers, his mouth so hungry, so greedy. She couldn’t get enough of him. Never would. She moved against him, and with a deep growl, he wrapped a strong arm around her back and pulled her so tight against him she could feel every hard muscle, including the one thickening in his pants. Umm, yeah.

Too soon, he ended the kiss and buried his face against her neck, inhaling her scent and licking the column of her throat with his tongue. “You come home every day from work smelling like a delicious cupcake,” he said as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and squeeze each cheek. “I just want to eat you up before fucking you senseless.”

She laughed, the sound husky and one hundred percent aroused. “Yes, please.”

In the next instant, she was swept up into his arms as he carried her into the bedroom, holding her as if she were as light as a feather, which she knew she wasn’t.

She smiled up at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah?” He looked interested, but once Clay’s mind was on sex, it was hard to deter him. “Can it wait until after I’m done eating my cupcake?”

He dropped her on the bed and didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled off her camisole—which conveniently came with a built-in bra—then removed her shoes and socks and helped her shimmy out of her pants. When he reached for her panties, that’s when he finally saw the edge of the plastic wrap protecting her new ink.

His gaze flew up to hers. “Holy shit. You got a tattoo.”

“A real one,” she teased, just in case he thought it was one of those temporary deals.

With a worried frown, he inched down the waistband of her underwear until he could see the design.

“Surprise,” she said impishly. “A cupcake. Just for you.”

A huge grin spread across his face, which was exactly what she wanted to see. But it didn’t last long as his brows suddenly furrowed together. “Who did the tattoo?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Umm, Mason.”

“Here?” he said incredulously. “Right near your—”

Laughing, she covered his mouth with her palm before he could say the word pussy, but he pulled her hand away.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he growled.

She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, he didn’t want to do it, because he was afraid you were going to chop off his balls,” she said with a laugh. “Would you rather have had some strange guy do the work?”

“No,” he said sullenly, which gradually gave way to a lascivious look as he pulled her panties off the rest of the way and quickly stripped off his own clothes. “Let’s put you on top so I don’t crush your cupcake,” he said as he moved onto the bed beside her. He stretched out on his back, then pulled her on top of his body so that she was straddling his hips, his shaft poised right between her legs.

There was no need for a condom anymore. They were exclusive, she was on the pill, and they’d both been tested. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her already wet, slick folds, then pushed the head just inside of her. Grabbing her waist in his hands, he pulled her down the same time he thrust up inside her.

Samantha gasped, her body shuddering as he filled her. And then she looked down at him, ensnared in his heated gaze, and began to move. Bracing her hands on his abdomen, she rode him, slow and deep.

It didn’t take them long to find a mutual release, and when they were both spent, she collapsed on top of Clay until they could breath normally again. He stroked her hair and along her back, and she was too content to move off of him.

“I have a surprise for you, too,” he said after a while.