Sinner(145)

Chapter Twenty-Two





Serena




We lay like that for a minute, panting, sweating, and moaning as the aftershocks roll through us. Slowly, he pulls out of me and eases off the desk, helping me up and kissing me before he ducks into the bathroom off his office.

Water runs and stops, and he comes back out, groaning as he moves between my legs again. His hand comes down to my chin, nudging it up until our eyes lock and we grin. He leans down to kiss me, letting those lips sear across mine before he moves away again reaching for his clothes.

I take a deep breath, letting my pulse slow before I slide off the wreck of his desk and start to try and rearrange my clothes as best as I can.

“Shit.”

I look up sharply. “Everything okay?”

He swears under his breath again as he glances at his watch. “Yeah, I just- fuck. I’m late.” He looks up at me as he fastens his belt and picks his dress shirt off the ground. “I’m going to be late grabbing Emily from school.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I nod quickly as I finish buttoning my blouse back up. “Yeah, go ahead.”

He holds my eyes for a second, a shadow of a grin dancing across his face as “You were saying something about an idea for the sponsor commercial earlier, right?”

I shrug as I smooth my skirt down. “Yeah, but it can wait.”

“Feel like taking a drive?”

I freeze, my eyes darting to his as I bite my lip.

Slowly, I nod.

“Yeah, sure.”

He smiles.



In the car later, I can still feel the throb of him between my legs. The delicious soreness, the sweet ache of him. I’m still flushed red, and trying to fix my hair in the car mirror as we drive, and still thinking about what just happened.

The way he took me. The way he demanded the orgasm from me.

The way I lost myself again with him.

The man sitting behind the wheel of the car next to me is a man I met for the first time as a clear and decidedly one-night stand. Now we work together. Now we’ve slept together three times.

So much for rules.

But I know what this is, despite the way we keep breaking them. This is just release. This is stress management.

Just sex.

“So what’s this big commercial idea?”

I glance up, blinking away the flush on my face.

“Oh, yeah. So, you know how Rocky Mountain Soap just had that huge national ad campaign about empowering girls?”

Landon nods. “Right, the ‘love the body you’re in’ thing, right?”

“Yeah, exactly. Well, this is a football organization, which isn’t always the most woman-friendly place.”

He frowns. “Hey-”

“No, c’mon, you know what I mean. I grew up in it, remember? It’s super macho, hyper-masculine, and believe it or not, it’s not always the most welcoming environment for girls.”

“Fair enough. So what’s the idea for our spot?”

“Has Emily ever acted?”

Landon shakes his head, his brow furrowing as he pulls into the school parking lot and parks alongside the curb. A bell rings inside the big building, and the front doors suddenly open as teachers and kids start pouring out for the waiting cars and busses.

And suddenly, I’m acutely aware of how, well, maybe inappropriate it is for me to be here. Me being here while Landon picks his daughter up from school suddenly seems really….

Girlfriend-y.

It seems relationship-y, and perhaps a tad more serious than the whole “casual it’s just sex” thing we’ve been building up.

A familiar face breaks away from a gaggle of other kids and beams at our car.

Emily.

She seems to spot me as her grin widens. She turns to a teacher and waves before running down the sidewalk towards the car.

I shake my head as I turn back to Landon. “Look, you know what, I can fill you in tomorrow.” I start to open the door. “’I’ll just grab an Uber or something from here. I should let you-”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

I glance back to see him roll his eyes. “Look, do you…” He frowns. “I think it might just make Emily’s month if you came and had dinner with us.”

I can feel my heart beat a quicker tempo as I swallow.

“You’ve sort of made an impression.”

I grin before biting my lip worriedly. “Look, seriously, if this is too…”

“Non casual?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You like tacos?”

“I’m from Texas, remember?”

Landon chuckles. “Believe me, tacos with this animal are as casual as it gets.” He opens the door and starts to step out before he turns back. “Come have dinner with us.”





Chapter Twenty-Three