Page 106 of Sinful King
We took all we could fit and got out of dodge, driving cautiously into New York and straight to my place. I had the staff on duty empty the car and take everything up to the fourth floor, while Violet and I headed straight to the apartment.
Finn was stretched out on the couch and lifted at the sound of the elevator. His sleepy eyes moved slowly from me to Violet and then he stood.
“Let’s go, baby,” he muttered, draping an arm over her shoulder. “I need our bed. We’ll slide back this way later, B.”
I watched after them until the doors closed, kicked off my boots and headed straight for the bedroom. Sean was laid on top of the covers with an arm over his eyes.
“Come here, Amoy.”
I went and laid on top of him and he wrapped his arms around my body with a sigh.
One minute I was inhaling his scent and listening to the soft beat of his heart and the next I was sound asleep.
Kisses to my face woke me.
“No,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need more sleep.”
Sean’s laughter vibrated through me, making it hard to fight the urge to look at him.
“I would love to let you sleep,” he murmured into my forehead. “But Finn and Violet are headed this way and I want to know whose guns you stole before they get here.”
That had me popping my eyes open to meet his gaze.
“So, those don’t belong to you.”
He shook his head.
“Nah. They don’t.”
I smiled and rolled onto my back, noticing he’d taken my clothes off and left me in my bra and thong.
“Must be the Albanians,” I mused, rolling my head to look at him. “We followed him from Harlem to Ithaca and then Bushkill of all places is where we found the guns and money. I think he was gearing up to disappear.”
I sat up and tried to get out of bed but my husband wasn’t having that and pinned me beneath him. Our eyes danced before he gently kissed me, lips intertwining as our tongues met.
“Shouldn’t I be getting ready?” I asked, tugging my head back to breathe. “A shower is needed.”
He buried his entire face in my neck and I giggled as he sniffed.
“Love the way you smell,” he whispered, kissing down my shoulder and then across my chest. “And how you feel against me, beneath me…”
I sighed, letting his words penetrate parts of me only he could.
“Was reminded yesterday how good I fucking have it.”
He lifted and pulled me with him.
“Found out what’s been going on with Tadhg.”
I straddled and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Why does it sound worse than I thought?”
He laughed.
“Shit ain’t funny but Zi asked for a divorce. He said she wanted kids suddenly and that he’d gotten a vasectomy without telling her.”
I frowned.
