A SECRET SIN

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“f**k,” he hissed. “You’re trying to get me killed, aren’t you?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like you’re getting away with some monumental crime.”

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me around to the passenger side and held open the door. “Get in.”

Checkmate.

WE ONLY MADE it a few steps into Bishop’s tenth-floor apartment before he had my back against a

wall, hand cuffing my throat while his lips devoured mine.

He didn’t just kiss me. He lay siege and conquered, all while humming a voracious groan. I was

more than happy to concede defeat. My hands mindlessly tugged at his shirt, desperately needing to

strip away the barriers between us. It didn’t matter that I’d never done this before. Everything about

being with Bishop felt natural and right, like singing a song I’d known from birth.

He broke away long enough to yank his shirt over his head while I did the same, grateful I’d worn

a sexy hot-pink bra that made the most of my modest curves.

“Fuck.” His eyes glazed over as he took me in. “You’re even better than I’d imagined.”

I continued to undress, unbuttoning my jean shorts and letting them drop to the floor. Bishop

hooked a thumb in the cup of my bra and swiftly freed my breast before taking the taut peak in his

mouth. Electric need seared a path from my n****e down to my c**t, a surge of blood flow pulsing in

the delicate bundle of nerves. My head dropped back against the wall, and my lips parted in a sigh of

pure ecstasy.

“Bishop,” I breathed, my fingers weaving into his silky curls. “You … imagined … being with

me?” I murmured past the intoxicating sensations overwhelming my body.

“For the past two nights, I’ve pictured your soft curves while I f****d my hand raw.”

God, I loved his unabashed honesty. I hadn’t thought he could get any sexier, but every word out of

his mouth only added to my tsunami of desire.

“And what about this mouth?” I asked coyly, gliding my tongue across my bottom lip. “Did you

picture my mouth doing dirty things to you in these fantasies of yours?” I dropped to my knees before

he could answer and unfastened his pants, my eyes glued to his the entire time.

I didn’t know who this goddess was that had taken over me, but I adored everything about her. I

felt like I’d unlocked a new version of myself. Someone powerful and bold. A woman who knew

what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Pippa 2.0 Boss b***h and Goddess Extraordinaire.

Bishop’s entire body shuddered with restraint.

“The things I want to do to that mouth would send me straight to hell.” His ragged voice caressed

my bare skin, spurring me onward.

When his heavy c**k spilled free from his boxers, I had to push aside the staggering need to gape

at his masculine beauty. I’d never seen a d**k up close and certainly never dreamed it would be so

damn mesmerizing. The throbbing heat. The veins bulging down his impressive length. The velvety

texture of his skin so soft when compared to the impossible hardness within.

He was a goddamn work of art, and I wanted to appreciate every square inch of him, but I didn’t

want him to know I was a virgin. Twice before, I’d had guys bow out at the last second when I told

them the truth. How the hell was I ever going to give up my v-card if no one was willing to man up?

Not this time. I wouldn’t give him any reason to doubt me, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt

him.

I clasped my hand around his base and sucked the salty head of his c**k into my mouth. I savored

the feel of his scalding heat against my tongue with several swipes around the tip. Eager to test

myself, I took in a lungful of air, flattened my tongue, then sucked him deep to the back of my throat.

“Christ, kitten. You suck me off like a fuckin’ champ.”

I peered up in time to see his head fall back, his hand cupping the back of my head. His praise lit

my insides with a flood of radiant light. I’d never imagined it could feel so good to pleasure a man,

but watching him come undone at my touch was better than any drug.

I bobbed my head, licking and sucking like his d**k was an icicle and I hadn’t had water in days.

When I moaned with him deep in my throat, he pulled my head back and groaned.

“Enough. The first time I come in you will be in that sweet pink pussy.” He helped me to my feet,

then wrenched my panties down to my ankles. Anticipation bubbled like expensive champagne under

my skin as he pulled a condom package from his wallet and ripped it open. Once he was fully

sheathed, he pinned me with a stare so damn primal that my knees threatened to give out.

“I need you inside me, Bishop.” I hoped he attributed my breathiness to need rather than nerves. I

was ready for him, but I was anxious, too. I had to make sure not to give away any discomfort. If I

acted normal, and he was sufficiently in the moment, I was confident he’d never suspect what I’d

done. Men weren’t exactly the most observant of creatures at the best of times.

“You ready for me, baby?” He cupped one hand around the back of my neck to guide my lips to

his while his other hand slid deftly between my folds. A rumble clawed its way from his chest. “So

fucking wet already. Come here.” He lifted me into his arms and pressed my back against the wall

with my legs wrapped tight around his waist.