Palming his cheeks, I kiss him to muffle the unintelligible sounds tumbling out of my mouth, nipping at his lip. His thrusts falter and, remembering our moment last week, I rake my nails down his chest while biting his lip even harder. The brief worry that I went too far when the tang of blood crosses my tongue is quickly forgotten as he grabs my hip, the force of his grip bruising as he slams into me again with a roar. His cock jerking as he comes sets me off again a moment later, and he stays buried deep inside of me as we ride out the high along with the shudders that come with crashing down from it.
Panting, he finally pulls out, eyes molten gold as his gaze rakes over me. “Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to be the death of me. I think I’m in love.” Untangling ourselves, he helps me up, steadying me as my legs tremble.
“If it makes you feel better,” Cin declares, smirking, “I’m pretty sure Slade is going to kill all of us in one fell swoop for this one.”
That sobers me up quickly. Blushing, I look around for my underwear before remembering Boden literally ripped them off and I’ll be going commando for the rest of the night. Cin catches me searching with a mischievous gleam in his eye and I narrow mine at him, holding out a hand expectantly.
“Fork ‘em over.”
“And give up my reward for magnanimously leading today’s tour free of charge? When it’s without a doubt the best one either of you have ever been on in your lives?” He scoffs. “I think not.”
I drop the issue for now, because it’s not like they’re even wearable, and I don’t have a purse to hide them in. So unless I want to walk around with them in my fist, Cin’s pocket is as good of a hiding place as any. Running my fingers through my hair, I attempt to pull myself together.
“Is there a back way out of here?”
Boden ties off his used condom and shoves it into his pocket until we can find a trash can, zipping up his pants and straightening his clothes. “And miss the jealous looks on all of those bastards’ faces? Fuck that. If we’re going to give them a new reason to hate us, this is one I can actually enjoy, and I fully intend to.”
No way in hell am I facing anyone after that. Knowing my luck, there are cameras throughout the house and security decided to broadcast the whole thing on the wall for dinner and a show.
Turning to Cin for help, he raises a finger to his lips, eyes flicking to where Bo is straightening his jacket. Patting his pants pocket, he winks and mouths, ‘I’ve got the keys, come on.’
Carefully toeing off my heels, I wait until Bo glances out the window, then bolt. Grabbing Cinjin’s waiting hand, we sprint down the hall, making a break for it.
Chapter 11
Cinjin
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Ringing jerks me outof a dead sleep, and I automatically do a swift scan of the dark room on autopilot, searching for threats. It takes all of two seconds to realize that it’s only Sabrina’s phone, and I promptly flop back onto the bed face first with a groan. Gently shoving her shoulder, I push her closer to her nightstand.
“Tell them to fuck off and I’ll deal with them in the morning.” Wrapping my arms around the pillow, I try to suffocate myself back to sleep. It’s too ungodly early to deal with Slade’s lecturing.
Smacking blindly beside her, she groggily answers the call. “Hello?”
“Girl, I’m so damn happy for you!” Emmy’s shrill voice squeals through the line. “When are you moving in?”
