The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

I nodded my head slightly and dropped it back against his shoulder. As I did so, I caught the eye of a tall, willowy woman walking by herself over to the bar. She was pretty but it was the expression on her hard features that doused me like a bucket of ice water. Condemnation. Of course, she couldn’t have known anything about our situation, who Sinclair or I was, but her look of disgust still quieted my lust and I shoved away from Sinclair abruptly.

He stared at me expectedly as I swirled to face him and when I glared, he lifted his palms in the air like an innocent. I almost laughed.

“I know the sex will be great,” I said, surprised by my own boldness. He rewarded me with a slight smile. “But I told you last night, I just don’t think I’m comfortable sleeping with someone I know nothing about.”

He tucked his hands in his pockets and sighed heavily. “What do you want to know?”

I had so many questions it took me a moment to make sense of my thoughts. I gestured for him to take the seat next to mine and when he hesitated, I narrowed my eyes. With an exasperated shake of his head, he sat down, bracing his forearms on his knees so that he was still too close for me to think clearly.

“I don’t need to know the specifics, in fact, I don’t even want to.” His eyebrows arched incredulously but I ignored him. “I want you too badly to care if I know your last name or where you live. But I feel uncomfortable, like if I ask you the wrong question you’ll be angry with me.”

“You want boundaries,” he confirmed, his eyes suddenly effervescent with intrigue. “Rules.”

I nodded even though the look in his eyes gave me pause. “Exactly.”

His slight smile was wicked, his voice like smoke. “Rules I can do. Number one: no personal specifics such as full names, location, family etc. As we are both here for work, I think some discussion of the matter is acceptable.”

I sat down across from him with a sigh. “So, we can talk about business and sex?”

At my less than enthusiastic tone, he grinned. “Trust me, both are infinitely interesting. Number two: if we do this, we do it my way.” Automatically, I frowned but he placed one hand on my knee, lightly brushing the tender skin on the inside of my leg until I was soothed. “You belong to me for the next six days.”

My mind protested loudly at such a possessive statement but my body reacted positively, warming and liquefying until I was pliant as warm dough.

“Before you argue with me, think about the practicalities.” His fingers were moving softly, teasingly over the inside of my trembling thighs. “You don’t have someone else in mind for a holiday affair, do you? No, I didn’t think so. As you said, you don’t have much experience with these things. But you’re eager to learn, aren’t you, Elle?”

I was too focused on his fingers – now at the apex of my thighs, lingering over my bikini-clad core – to answer. We were tucked into a reasonably unpopulated corner of the pool and I was grateful for the rock formation concealing us from most of the swimmers.

“It turns you on,” Sinclair continued in velvet tones, “to have me touch you here.” His fingers slipped under the elastic of my bathing suit and he hummed at finding me wet. “When anyone could pass by and catch us.”

I shook my head, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. My knees quivered slightly as the pad of his thumb feathered lightly over my clit.

“Be mine for the week, Elle. Let show you how many ways I can make you come.”

Without warning, two fingers plunged into my wet core and I moaned involuntarily. He shifted slightly to block the view of me from across the pool and tilted his fingers to find my sweet spot.

My orgasm descended quickly, a short, sharp burst of exquisite pleasure radiating from beneath Sinclair’s skilled fingers. My knees quaked and I let out a soft cry before slumping forward. He caught me on his shoulder and ran his free hand down my back soothingly. To anyone watching we probably looked like a sweet couple embracing. No one could see his hand skillfully bringing me down from my high with delicate finesse. My nose was at his warm throat and his scent, coupled with my post-orgasm state, made me dizzy.

After a minute or two, he gently pulled his hand away from between my thighs and righted me. I stared at him with drowsy half lidded eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. A tremor sparked at the base of my spine and I shivered.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured. His eyes burned so bright a blue that I blinked.

I knew I should say something, but my mind was dumb with bliss and when I opened my mouth all I could find was, “Thank you.”

His eyes widened and one corner of his mouth rose in a smirk. “You are most welcome, Elle.”

I laughed at myself. “I’m sorry, I just don’t normally do things like this.”

I closed my legs and reached for my cover up. It was easier to concentrate when I was covered.

“But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?” he asked, darkly.

I licked my lips nervously and watched his eyes map the path of my tongue. My body was still soft and warm from coming and while I couldn’t believe he had just skillfully brought me to climax beside a very public pool, that I had allowed myself to do that, there was no denying that it had been the most exciting experience of my life. It was only a week, I reminded myself, and nothing irrevocable could happen in such a short time.

“Yes.”

He nodded, not surprised this time by my acquiescence. “Don’t play with me. I need you to mean it.”

“I do.” I stared at him with earnest eyes and watched as his stern features relaxed into a slightly boyish grin.