Sinner(137)

“We can be slightly louder over here since it the other side of house from Emily’s room,” he growls as he reaches down to yank his jeans off. “But not that much louder.”

He slips his Jockeys down as he stalks towards the bed I’m sprawled across, and I swallow heavily as my eyes slide over every inch of his toned, muscled body.

There’s nothing “boardroom suit” about this man without his clothes on. He’s got the body of freaking Greek god.

Landon crawls over me, his mouth dropping to my lips as his hands move over my body. He pulls me into him, one hand sliding around to the hollow at my back to hold me close. My nipples pucker to points and graze electrically against his chest hair, my legs parting as he moves between them.

He reaches for the side table drawer, his hand coming back holding a foil wrapper, which he tears open with his teeth. He sits back on his knees as he rolls the condom down the length of his impressive cock, stroking himself slowly as his eyes dance over me.

I yank him back down, my hands sliding into his hair as our mouths crash together. Tongues slide against the other’s as my legs part, and I moan as I feel his thick head ease against my opening. He drives in with a single stroke, burying himself to the hilt as I cry out into his shoulder. My legs wrap around his grooved hips, my hands gripping at his back as he grinds into me, his breath hot in my ear.

We start to move, my hands pulling at him, fingers stroking his skin and urging him on. It’s raw, and it’s urgent, and it’s sweet release as he fucks me with deep, deliberate strokes. His biceps flex as he holds himself against me, one hand moving down to grab my ass hard as he buries himself to the hilt. My fingers claw at his back, my legs pulling him in again and again as I feel the pressure start to mount and the wave start to crest over me.

Landon drives his cock in deep once more, his pubic bone grinding against my clit, and I shatter.

This time I bury the scream in his neck, biting at the skin hard enough to leave marks as the orgasm blasts through me. He groans, scooping me into his arms and driving deep inside me as I feel his cock throb with his own release. His body tenses and I lose myself with my forehead against his chest, gasping for air.



There’s just a sheet covering us later, me lying on top of him with my head in the crook of his shoulder.

“Holy shit, it got late.”

“Gee, I wonder how we lost track of time.”

I turn back to see him grinning before his face grows serious. “Look, Serena, I’m not telling you to leave or kicking you out or anythin-”

“No, I get it.” I smile as I lean back over and kiss him on the lips. “It’s complicated.”

He shrugs. “Emily and all that. It’d just be confusing for her.”

“To see me at breakfast?”

“Basically.” He slinks out of bed and pulls on his boxers. “Hang on, I’ll grab your stuff from the kitchen.”

His lips brush the back of my neck on his way out.

I turn, my eyes moving over the masculine decor of the room - the dark wood, the sleek metal hardware on the closet drawers and bedside tables. There’s a fireplace I’m just noticing on the far side of the room, and my eyes drift over the framed photos arranged across the mantle. I slip from the bed and step closer, smiling at a picture of Landon and Emily laughing in a heap of snow, eyes shining and cheeks pink with cold. There’s one of a birthday party, with Emily blowing out candles and grinning a gap-toothed smile at the camera.

I’m grinning as I move down the line of photos, watching as Emily gets younger and younger until I stop short at a picture that suddenly has more than just Landon and his daughter in them.

It’s one of all three of them.

I swallow, a hand coming to my mouth as I pick the picture off the mantle.

She’s pretty. Dark blonde hair, a broad, warm smile, and an infant Emily in her arms.

And I feel awful.

“Her name was Sarah.”

Landon’s voice startles me as I quickly put the picture back down and turn.

“Sorry,” I say quickly, suddenly feeling even more naked than I actually am.

“For what?”

“I- I don’t know. For intruding.”

“You’re not,” he says evenly, stepping towards me and handing me my clothes - well, his clothes - from earlier. I slip the sweatpants on and pull the t-shirt over my head.

“Did you all live here?”

I immediately wince and quickly look up at him. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly, pulling the shirt down over my breasts. “That’s really none of my business.”

Landon shakes his head. “No, that’s fine.” His hand comes up to push the hair away from my face. “And no, Serena, this isn’t the house or the bed I shared with my wife.”