And that includes Sin.
One would think I would relish the chance to send her to prison as a little bit of payback for what she did to me.
But, deep down, I know I can’t go there. I don’t have it in me to ruin her that way, not knowing now she’d been trying to save me.
I have to do what I can for her.
“That’s going to be tricky,” Kynan replies. “It could compromise you.”
“I won’t let it,” I assure him. “But I need you to know I’m not blowing anything open until I’m sure she’ll be far away from it all.”
Kynan sucks in an audible breath, then lets it out. “I trust you, Saint. You’ll figure it out, but if I can help, you know I will.”
That’s all I can hope for at this point.CHAPTER 7SinFour years ago…
“You’re late,” I called out softly from the bed as Saint tiptoed through the darkness. He was trying to be quiet. He always took his shoes and socks off at the door so he didn’t tap dance his way across my hardwood floors when he came in late.
He switched on the lamp, lighting up his handsome face. With a grin, he swept his eyes from my face to the sheet covering my body. His fingertip went to the edge, then started to drag it down. “Are you naked under there?”
“Of course, I am,” I snapped—grabbing at the cotton to stop the descent—although I wasn’t angry. I loved to give him a hard time. “Naked and tired of waiting for you.”
Lowering himself to the edge of the mattress, he took a seat near my hip. I scooted over a tad to give him some room. “I got you something. That’s why I’m late.”
“Really?” One eyebrow cocked up in interest, I rolled to my side to face him. I went up on one elbow, still clutching the sheet to cover my breasts.
“It’s our anniversary,” he replied, reaching into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket. In the time I’d known Saint, he was usually in a custom-made or designer suit, typically because he was crashing upper-class soirees to case potential loot to steal.
Saint pulled out a small velvet bag, loosened the drawstring, and reached inside.
I couldn’t help but gasp when he pulled out a diamond tennis bracelet that sparkled even in the low, ambient light of the lamp.
“Where did you steal that from?” I asked as he pulled my wrist toward him so he could put the stunner on me.
Saint made a scoffing noise deep in his throat. “I didn’t steal it, sweet but skeptical Sin. I bought it.”
“You bought it?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up. I was indeed skeptical when it came to the opposite sex.
“I bought it because it’s our three-month anniversary,” he said, clasping the bracelet. After pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist, he let go. I held it up to admire it, a warm feeling brewing inside me. “Three months ago tonight is when we met.”
“You mean when you stole from me,” I said with a snicker.
“Best move I ever made in this business,” he murmured.
This time, my heart flopped over.
Surrendered.
I rolled to my back, letting the sheet fall away to expose my breasts. To give him credit, his eyes stay pinned on my face.
“What do you see in me?” I asked, the shocking vulnerability in those words making me wince as soon as they’re released.
“Beauty,” he replied as he rose from his perch on the mattress. He took off his suit jacket, then tossed it onto the back of a chair by the window. After he loosened his tie, he removed it, too.
“Sex.” His voice rumbled over that short word, his gaze dropping briefly to my breasts before returning to my face. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and slid it off, then yanked off the soft cotton t-shirt underneath. The muscles in his abdomen rippled with the movement, and I took in the defined chest and soft hair that covered his middle. He was all man, and I throbbed for him.
“Love,” he whispered as he unbuttoned his pants.
“Love?” My voice was raspy, the word feeling foreign as it came out.
“You love passionately,” he explained. With one smooth motion, he pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. He was beautifully naked, his cock hanging low and heavy.
I couldn’t help but appreciate that one piece of him that owned me completely. “What do I love passionately?”
Taking himself in hand, he started to stroke. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, eyes wide as he lengthened… swelled… became what I needed.
Saint didn’t answer my question, though. Instead, he approached the bed and snatched the covers off me. He climbed in and covered me, settling the length of his body against mine. Automatically spreading my legs, I cradled him there.