Mr. Sin: Book One of the Sin Series
Mr. Sin: Chapter 57

A soft slap on my ass has me lifting my head from its place on Vincent’s shoulder.

“Baby, if you don’t climb off, we’ll end up spending the night here on this bench. And as lovely as that sounds, I don’t relish the idea of the cleaning crew replaceing us like this.” Vincent’s voice vibrates through his chest into mine, reminding me of our compromised position.

“Okay, okay. I’m getting up.” I say, wondering how long we’ve been collapsed like this.

Using his chest, I press myself up to sitting. With the way my skirt is draped around us, it might look like we’re just cuddling, expect for the sheen of sweat on our foreheads.

Pretending to be graceful, I shimmy off Vincent’s lap and hurry into the small bathroom to clean up. Where I end up throwing away my now stretched out and… messy underwear.

When I emerge, Vincent has my duffle slung over his shoulder. “You’re staying with me tonight. I gave Eric the night off but told him to stop at your place to feed Captain.”

I want to argue with him about being a demanding brute, but I really do want to spend the night with him. And he did think of my cat.

But when he goes to unlock the door, I stop him. “Hold on.”

Leaving my bag on his shoulder, I open the zipper and dig around for a moment. Finding what I need, I keep my heels on as I step into my new panties and pull them up my legs.

My dress keeps the act as innocent as possible, but the look on Vincent’s face pure lust.

Undies in place, I pat his cheek and open the door.