The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

“Exactly.”

I assumed he had already said goodbye to Santiago so I felt less guilty about leaving so hastily. But honestly, I was burning from the inside out because of the infernal toy and now, with my hand in Sinclair’s and the knowledge that he was taking me to bed, that he simply couldn’t wait, I was incoherent with lust.

I shivered as we stepped into the cool night air and Sinclair took off his jacket without any hesitation, slipping it onto my shoulders before he went to secure a car. The blazer smelled strongly of his musky, leathery scent and I pressed my nose into the collar in order to get my fill. He caught me when he returned but he only gave me a funny look, as if he couldn’t understand me. I shrugged and took his hand once more in mine. He tensed at first, but when I squeezed his large palm, he squeezed back.

I stared up at him as we waited for the car to come around. He was so dashing with the bright moonlight in his thick hair, burnishing his bladed nose and sharp cheekbones like a lacquered mask.

He sensed me staring at him and looked down at me with smoky eyes. We stared at each other and my breath hitched as desire spiked again down my spine straight to my sex.

The chauffeured black car pulled in front of us, breaking the connection, and Sinclair helped me in before moving around to the other side. The moment we were settled and the car took off, the vibrator started again. I squirmed but Sinclair stilled me with a firm hand on the knee.

We sat like that for a few minutes in silence while I struggled with the building sensations. Then, almost indiscernibly, his hand began to draw patterns on my knee, inching higher and higher up my leg. I watched his tanned hand trace my paler skin and closed my eyes on a breathy sigh as he reached the junction of my thighs.

He hushed me as one finger pressed against my damp panties. “Did you enjoy the party, Elle?”

I nodded my head with my eyes squeezed shut.

“Open your eyes.” He waited for me to do so before plunging two fingers into me, jostling the vibrating toy.

I gasped loudly and my eyes flickered to the front where the driver listened to soft classical guitar.

“Obviously, you can’t stay quiet.” He frowned at me and lightly slapped my sex.

I bit off my moan. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Too late,” he whispered before taking his hand away from my heat and turning off the vibrator.

He pressed a button and a partition slowly closed between the front and back of the car. His eyes were dark and serious as he stared at me, taking in my flushed cheeks and tumbled hair.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered.

Desire rolled through me and made my mouth suddenly parched. “What?”

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

I swallowed rapidly and turned in my seat in order to reach his zipper. A sizable erection strained against the front and I almost groaned again when I took it in my hand through his pants. His strong hand clutched my wandering fingers and I understood that I had disobeyed him yet again. I took a deep breath to settle myself before I unzipped him and reached inside his boxers to grab his naked length. He was large and thick, the head plush and red. I licked my lips.

“Suck it,” he commanded, but his voice was less demanding than it had been.

I took the crown slowly in my mouth, swirling my tongue along the sensitive underside. The taste of him was potent, musky and all man. I moaned as he thrust forward, the head pressing against the entrance to my throat. I braced myself on his thighs and tried to relax in order to take him deeper.

“You love this, don’t you? Taking me in your mouth,” he rasped as his strong fingers wove into my hair so that he could hold me still while he continued to thrust into my mouth.

I leaned further down, eager to feel all of him. It felt right to do this for him. A heady sense of power and arousal rushed through my blood and when Sinclair suddenly pulled me away, I was disorientated.

He looked at me with electric blue eyes, his fingers on my chin. “We’re here.”

I blinked and nodded. “Right.”

His chuckle followed me as I scrambled out of the car, suddenly embarrassed about going down on Sinclair with someone in the front seat. I kept a few feet between us as we walked into the lobby and I didn’t think he noticed. But the moment we got into the elevator, I was pressed hard against the wall.

His hand lifted one of my legs, curling it around his waist while the other took a fistful of my hair and tugged until my chin was forced back. He stared down at me with hard eyes.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, Elle. I can feel how you respond to me.” His hand travelled up my thigh, over my hips and quivering belly until he could cup one of my breasts. My nipple was sharp against his palm and I shuddered when he rolled it between his fingers. “I could see these puckered on the plane. Your breathing hitched just like this.” I gasped when he lowered his head to nip my lower lip. “And when I leaned over you, your eyes begged me to kiss you.”

I remembered it vividly, how his charm had made even the dreaded plane ride feel sexy.

“Do you still want me to kiss you, Elle?” His breath fanned across my neck as he placed a kiss there and another at the edge of my jaw.