Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“Oh, shoot! Your arm. I’m sorry.”

She peered up at him in consternation. Dylan leaned down and kissed her, ignoring Dare, who was walking up the footpath behind her.

Finally, Dare cleared his throat and Dylan pulled back. Tugging Tilly close with his good arm, he nodded at her brother.

“Dare, how’s it going?” he asked

“Well, I’m tired because midgie insisted on leaving at five this morning. Plus, I’m hungry because she wouldn’t let me stop for some food. Breakfast consisted of three chocolate bars and a bag of chips, and the only reason I was allowed to stop for them is because we needed gas. Plus, she talked my ear off the entire way.”

Dylan glanced down at Tilly, who was rolling her eyes.

“You volunteered to bring me.”

“I drew the short straw,” Dare said with a grin.

She reached out and whacked his arm.

“You should have called me,” Dylan told her. “I’d have come and got you.”

“I knew you were working last night and I didn’t want you to have to make such a long trip on little sleep.”

“Hey! I worked late yesterday too,” Dare protested.

“You finished work then you went out for drinks with your friends. That’s not working late.”

“I had one beer. One,” Dare said with emphasis. “You got any food in there?”

Dylan smiled, glad Tilly was back in his arms. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’ll have pancakes and bacon,” Dare said, moving past them and into the house.

“Dare!” Tilly protested, glaring at her brother.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to just make yourself at home. You’re supposed to wait until you’re invited inside and you’re not supposed to just demand breakfast.” She looked up at Dylan. “Sorry about him, he’s not really house-trained.”

Dare stuck his head back out the door. “He doesn’t care. Besides, he’s going to be family, isn’t he? He’s got to get used to us dropping in. So, pancakes?”

***

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Dylan said with a groan as he shut the door to the bedroom behind him.

“But you wish I’d come alone?” she teased, grinning at him as she stripped off her clothes.

“No, well, maybe. At least he’s staying at your place.”

Dare had decided to stick around in the city for a few days. She’d figured that was his plan when he’d stuck a duffel bag in his truck this morning. Luckily, she’d convinced him to stay in her apartment. He hadn’t even argued. Which meant he was finally warming to Dylan or else he would be here, annoying them both.

Dylan had hired people to tidy her place up and had replaced the curtains, mattress, and sofa.

“He’s not the easiest of my brothers to get along with, but once you’ve got him on your side he’ll be your best ally.”

Dylan strode towards her, turning her to face him. She had stripped off her t-shirt and bra. Her jeans were halfway down her thighs.

“I don’t want to talk about your brother anymore,” he said in a low voice. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts in his hand. Tilly groaned, arching against him. “God, I need you. I’ve dreamed about you every night this last week. About these full, beautiful breasts, your pale, smooth skin,” he ran his hands down her stomach, reaching around to squeeze her butt, “this delicious ass.”

“Turn around.” He held her steady around the hips. “Lean forward, put your hands flat on the bed.”