Page 31 of Sinful King
“You telling me everything?”
“Yeah…” She nodded, apprehension swimming in those syrupy browns I adored more than life. “Everything, I can. First…” she got on her knees and pushed my shoulder. “Lay back and let me take care of that.”
But if she was offering to make me cum, why the fuck not?
ELEVEN
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4:23 A.M.
I tastedhim on my tongue long after he came on it; my lips, too.
“You still make my heart race,” I whispered, pulling the shirt I’d laid out for him over my head. “C-can you hug me?”
Sean tugged my body into his without hesitation and I almost burst into tears.
I could handle controlled orgasms, but not having his affection made me physically sick. My heart wouldn’t be able to take much more of this.
He made me so weak.
“No matter what, I love you, Amoy,” he whispered, fingers slipping down my back to cuff my ass. “And I know how much you love me, iight?”
I nodded and he kissed my forehead.
“Don’t break down on me yet. I can’t be mad if you do that. Let me stew a little.”
But I didn’t mind being weak for him; I didn’t mind suffering a little, because he’d do the same if the roles were reversed.
“I know you know who Esmeralda is,” I said, pulling back to give what I promised. “And that I’ve been working for her grandfather as a… liaison, I guess.”
“I’m aware.”
Over the years I’d gotten this knack for reading a room and the people in it; it started with Sean teaching me the art of body language that turned into an obsession with the human body and how it reacts outwardly to stress, fear and loss. Now, its translated into picking out liars and traitors in organizations like the Constanzo cartel.
Meeting Esi the week after freshman year started, saving her life, it opened more doors than I could account for.
“And that… doesn’t bother you?”
I started walking backward and he followed.
“Not particularly. Is it supposed to?”
His lack of expression made me wonder how hard he’d make getting this all out. The stoicism really had me shook.
“Not exactly, no,” I said, turning to summon the elevator. “I wanted you to meet her, so it doesn’t feel like we’re sneaking around the city together behind your back doing her grandfather’s bidding. That isn’t the case. I know how to move in O’Sullivan territory.”
He hummed as we stepped into the elevator.
“What are you getting out of it? More than just experience, I hope.”
I thought I heard a twinge of jealousy in his cadence, but what could he possibly be jealous of?
“I get to be the best version of myself for you,” I said, blowing him a kiss as we stepped off the elevator before I could stop myself. “But seriously, I think I could do a better job than my dad. And Augusto agreed to help with that as long as I helped Esmeralda handle a transport problem they’ve been having.”
He stood back as I unlocked the wall safe where I’d stashed the laptop and phone Esi brought to the dress shop.
“Everything I know about what Landell’s been up to is on these…” I set them on the table. “I didn’t know Augusto’s problem would lead to New York or that your family was roped in somehow until the hack job popped up. It looked like the Constanzo’s were the target.”
