Mr. Sin: Book One of the Sin Series

“Eric, come on. For real?”

He blinks at me in that infuriating way he always does. “Yes, for real. Now let’s go.”

I drop my arms to my side as I tilt my office chair dangerously far back. “Can’t we take one day off?” I whine. “I’m finally not feeling hungover anymore, but if you make me practice those flipping around moves again, I’ll probably puke.”

The blank look on Eric’s face indicates that he’s not moved by my statement.

Seriously, I’m going to kill Jessica for peer pressuring me into that last round of margaritas last night. I think I said something to Vincent about her being my best friend, but I need to detox before I start feeling any love towards her again.

Love. I inwardly groan at the reminder. I might’ve been drunk, but at least I was conscious enough to catch myself before drunkenly telling Vincent I love him. I fell asleep mortified and can only hope my transition on the phone was believable and that Vincent will never bring it up. Ever.

Eric opens my office door. “The sooner we get to the gym, the sooner we’ll be done and the sooner you can go home.”

I make sure to give Eric my best glare as I grab the small duffle bag out from under my desk. At least the gym on this floor is private. I don’t know if it’s Vincent’s doing, but I’ve never seen anyone else in there. It’s not excessively big but it’s high end with the basics and a decent sized open space with rubber flooring. The perfect setting for Eric to kick my ass under the guise of teaching me self-defense.

I follow Eric down the hall to the gym. The small plaque above the door is the only indication that it exists. There are none of those stupid windows into the hallway that a lot of hotel gyms have, which is a plus. I can’t imagine coming to work out over lunch only to have my coworkers watch me bounce along on a treadmill. And if anyone does use this during the day, it must be soundproofed because I’ve never heard so much as a dumbbell clang.

Eric holds the door open and I step inside.

Opening my mouth to say something snarky, my breath catches as my steps freeze.

The room isn’t empty today.

The evening sun gleams through the wall of windows, silhouetting a body I’d recognize anywhere.

“Vincent?” I whisper his name like a question, even as a smile takes over my features.

He takes a step towards me as I hear the door click shut behind me.

“Sasha.” His voice soaks into my being.

I want to run to him. Can I do that? Is that too much?

“What are you doing here?” I ask, stunned.

He steps closer. “Disappointed?”

I know he’s teasing me, but I can’t even pretend to play along. I drop my bag on the floor and hurry to close the distance between us, slamming my body into his.

Vincent’s arms band around me, holding me tight. The scent of him envelops me and I breathe it in, welcoming the comfort. His breath against my hair tells me he’s doing the same thing.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.” I speak the words into his chest, hugging him back.

“I was gone long enough.”

Vincent shifts and then his mouth is on mine. It’s hot and claiming but still gentle. His hands are framing my face, holding me still.

It’s sweet. But I want more.

A swipe of my tongue has his mouth opening, and I pull his bottom lip between my teeth. I keep my bite soft, but it serves its purpose. Vincent’s grip tightens as it shifts to my hair. I part my lips to deepen the kiss, then he’s gone.

I nearly stumble at the loss of him. I open my eyes to see Vincent striding away from me, towards the door.

“Where are you…” My words are cut off at the sound of the door lock engaging.

When Vincent turns back, I can see the hunger in his eyes. When I first walked in here, the Vincent that I saw was the cool and collected businessman. This Vincent, this is the one I know well. My Devil. My Mr. Sin.

Warmth rolls through my body, and I’ve never been more thankful for dresses. Or for my everyday shaving habit.

I expect Vincent to crash back into me, but instead he takes my hands.

Walking backwards, he pulls me with him.

“I came in here intending to see what you’ve learned in self- defense. Intending to stay professional.” He glances behind him. “To be a gentleman.”

He hasn’t said anything dirty, but my heart is racing.

“And now?” I ask.

“Now?” Vincent drops my hands and grabs my hips as he sits on some sort of weight bench. “Now, you’re going to ride my dick until you’re screaming my name.”

My whole body heats. “Holy fuck.”

I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

A smirk spreads across Vincent’s face. “Exactly.”

I brace my hands on his shoulders as I climb onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. My short legs combined with his large form means that our bodies are already pressed flush together. His hard length perfectly lined up with my core.

He’s so close. Right where I want him. There’s still too much between us. But the need for him has thoroughly taken over my body and I start to undulate against him.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good.” He growls.

His words spur on my confidence. Vincent’s hands are still on my hips, but he’s letting me lead.

I need him inside me.

Trusting him to keep me from falling, I lean back and reach down between us. My fingers unclasp his belt, yanking it free from his pants and tossing it to the side. Still giving me room to work, Vincent leans forward, trailing open mouthed kisses down my neck. When he licks my cleavage, my hands flick the button of his pants open. The sound of his zipper lowering sounds through the room like an alarm. Or a dinner bell.

Tugging the material of his briefs down, I’m finally able to wrap my fingers around his hot length.

We groan in unison.

Vincent’s head drops against my chest, his back rising and falling with deep breaths.

Firming my grip, I stroke up. Down. Once. Twice. Three times.

I like this. I like being in control. I like being dominated too, but there’s something about having a man like Vincent completely at my mercy that turns me all the way on. The thrill courses through my veins and I’m instantly addicted.

I rise up on my knees, as high as I can get. Using one hand, I pull my underwear to the side. No way am I getting off this bench to remove them. I’m so ready, so slick with need, that I don’t need any prepping.

Vincent’s still so preoccupied with my hand that I don’t think he realizes exactly what I’m doing. I line up the head of his cock with my entrance. The warm wetness getting his attention. A deep sound rolls through his shoulders and his fingers tighten against my hips.

I can’t wait another second. I drop down. Sinking him inside me to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Vincent’s shout sends waves of pleasure through me. “Fuck, baby. That’s it.”

On my knees, I can’t lift off him more than a few inches, but I have enough room to rock. Forwards, backwards, over and over. When I try to rise up, it causes my body to clench around his length.

I cling to him. My breath coming out in pants.

Vincent’s hands slip under my skirt to squeeze my ass. He pulls me into him as close as I’ll go.

“Yes, baby. That’s right. Feel me inside you. Feel what you do to me.” Each word is spoken against my neck. His hot breath warming my skin, sending tingles down my spine.

He’s so deep inside of me, I’m almost uncomfortable with the fullness. My arms circle around his neck and I pull myself against him. Rocking. I’ve never come just from penetration. It always takes a hand to get me all the way off, but something about this position has me nearing the edge. When I grind down my clit rubs deliciously against the base of Vincent’s cock. The friction is perfect.

I’m getting close.

“Vincent. Oh my god. You feel so good.” I say the words directly into Vincent’s ear as I work myself against him. “I missed you.”

A dark sound rumbles through Vincent’s body. With his hands still on my ass, Vincent lifts me just enough for him to swing one leg over the bench, so now he’s straddling the bench and my legs are dangling off either side of his lap. My thighs are spread even further and there’s no way for me to lift off him. He’s as deep as he can get and now it’s me who’s entirely at his mercy.

“Tell me again.” Vincent says before dragging his teeth against my neck.

“What?” I ask, barely coherent.

“Tell me you missed me.”

I feel us move again and force my eyes to focus. Vincent slid himself up the bench so now he’s leaning against the angled backrest.

“I missed you.” The words are pulled from me as I feel my edge getting closer. “I missed you, so much.”

Then he starts to move. And I can’t think anymore.

Having a surface to leverage his back against, Vincent is able to slam his hips up, pushing himself deeper than he’s ever been before.

There’s nothing left for me to do but to hang on. And scream his name.

Between one breath and the next, my orgasm takes over. It crashes through me, and I choke out a cry as every inch of my body tingles. My limbs shake and I can feel myself pulsing around Vincent’s cock. As soon as my bliss starts to wane, he surges up once more. His release pulls me back under.