The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,248

forehead against mine.

I nod, staring into his pale blue eyes.

“Well forget about that. You have us, okay? What we can’t heal, we can easily make you forget.” His lips brush my ear. My jaw. My cheek.

I turn, but he pulls back, teasing me with just a whisper of his lips before they’re out of reach.

“Cass,” I whine, tightening my thighs around his waist.

“Princess,” he says, in much the same tone. “Don’t be so demanding.”

“I just want a kiss. But then we have to go to bed.”

“And the demands just keep coming.” He squeezes my ass with both hands, hard enough to make me draw a quick breath. “When will you learn?”

“Hopefully never.” I try and chase his mouth, but he keeps moving his head away.

Just when I’m about to give up on our kiss, my ass hits the small island in the middle of the pool. During the day, there’s a fountain that splashes into the pool but right now it’s just a slab of stone.

Cass pushes me against the side, grabs my hair, and kisses me.

I melt against him, losing myself in the passion of his expert lips and forceful tongue.

He breaks off our kiss and then hoists me onto the edge before sliding his hands down the front of my body. Tweaking one nipple, then the other. Then his fingers glide down my stomach.

He’s already wedged his body between my legs, but I spread them a little wider when he gets close.

“God, I fucking love it when you open your legs for me,” he murmurs as he pushes up on his hands to give me a peck on the lips. “You’re such a fast learner, my precious little slut.”

He scoots me back, careful not to scrape my skin on the stone and reaches into the water to grab my leg. He lifts it, positioning my foot on the edge, kissing my knee as he stares up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Cass…”

“What?”

“We shouldn’t be—”

He slaps my pussy, and I cut off with a sigh.

“We should get back in bed,” I continue hurriedly as he lifts my other leg, positions it on the other side of my body.

He ignores me, of course. He’s too busy staring at my pussy. Giving my knee an absent, cat-like lick, he sticks his hand in the water and starts stroking his cock.

“We will, soon as I’m done with you.”

“But the others—”

“Can have whatever’s left.” His eyes dart up to mine as he strokes my pussy with his fingertips.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my eyelashes trembling as I fight for my eyes not to close. If they did, it would be much too easy to surrender.

This is wrong.

It’s not written in stone or anything, but when there’s anything more than kissing, everyone’s invited.

But Cass has been tempting me ever since my last bandage came off. Luring me away, kissing me until I’m breathless, and then trying to get into my pants.

I’ve fought him off more times than I can count, and I’m fucking proud of that.

But tonight…

He strokes my pussy, sending tingles up my body. I tangle my hands in his hair as he plants tiny kisses on my inner thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.

Like he’s daring me to tell him to stop. Fuck, I want to. Because this feels so wrong—just the two of us, out here in the dark but so very exposed. All it would take is one of my men waking up and wandering onto the balcony for a smoke, and they’d know what we did.

Alone.

When he spreads my legs even wider, ducks down, and drags his tongue through my slit, I almost yank out all of his hair.

I force his mouth harder against my pussy, his tongue deeper. I lift my hips, and start rocking against his mouth, one hand behind me for balance, the other keeping his head exactly where I want it.

And fuck it feels good.

Diabolically good.

I never want it to end.

Seconds later, I’m already close to coming.

He draws back, licks his lips as he stares up at me. He slides two fingers inside me, beckoning. “Come on, Princess. You know you want to.”

Oh God, I’m like fucking putty in his hands. He played the long game and I guess he finally won. I don’t have the willpower to resist him anymore.

He licks my pussy again, his fingers still deep inside me, teasing me. Then he starts sliding them in and out. “This could be my cock,” he murmurs. “Stretching you. Filling you.”

I shake my