Page 94 of Sweetest Sin

I have no idea who’s around or watching—and I honestly don’t care—as I reach down and unbutton and unzip his pants. Without breaking our kiss, I pull him out and stroke his long,thick shaft, getting it nice and hard, while Dominick reaches into my panties and massages my clit. We’re supposed to be on a romantic first date, yet all I can think about is him fucking me senseless.

I swirl the pre-cum dripping from his slit around his head and use it as lubricant to stroke him hard and slow while he matches my pace, rubbing my clit while sinking a couple of fingers into my center.

“I’m so close,” I murmur against his lips, my body coiled so tightly that I have no doubt when my release hits me, it’s going to be earth-shattering.

“That’s it, baby,” Dominick says. “Come all over my goddamn fingers so I can shove my cock inside that warm pussy.”

His dirty words are my undoing. I come so hard that fireworks, in vibrant colors, burst behind my lids. He fingers me through my orgasm, not stopping until I sigh in pleasure against his chest.

“Fuck, Peaches, do you have any idea what your orgasms do to me?” he asks as he reaches down with his other hand and tears my panties from my body.

“Dominick!” I chide. “At this rate, I’m going to have no underwear left.”

“Good,” he says. “Now, lift.”

He taps my ass, and I rise, swinging my leg around so I’m straddling him. He guides the head of his cock into me, and inch by inch, I slowly lower myself onto his hard length. It’s the first time I’ve been on top, and I’ve never felt so full. When my butt meets his thighs, we groan in unison at the way he fits so snugly inside of me.

“It feels like you’re hitting my cervix,” I joke, then blush when I realize how unsexy that sounds.

Of course, Dominick simply grins, taking it as a compliment. “You riding me, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you from the bottom?”

I attempt to ride him, but in the position I’m in on his lap, I can’t use my feet to lift myself up and down. When I pout, he chuckles, captures my mouth with his, and grabs my ass cheeks.

We work together—him moving me up and down and me swiveling my hips to hit the spot that feels good—and within minutes, we both find our release.

I never knew it could be like this. The connection we share goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t know what I was missing until Dominick, and now, I can’t imagine going a day without him.

“Best dessert before dinner,” he says with a smirk that has my eyes rolling upward.

How a man can be so deadly and serious yet cheesy astounds me.

“Come, baby,” he says, pulling out and grabbing a napkin to stop his cum from ruining our outfits. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat. Our night is only beginning.”

Breakfast for dinner.

An entire art gallery to ourselves.

And a walk along the beach, where he had a picnic with dessert—actual dessert—waiting for us.

“You realize you’ve set the bar high,” I tell him on the way home.

“I’m okay with that,” Dominick says, focusing on the road.

It’s late, nearly two in the morning, but I don’t feel tired. It’s probably the adrenaline buzzing through me from our eveningtogether. Tonight was amazing. More than amazing. And I never wanted it to end.

“Just remember that when—” My words are cut off by the sound of Dominick’s phone ringing.

Matteo’s name flashes across the screen and my stomach sinks—for him to be calling this late, it can’t be good.

“Yeah,” he says over Bluetooth after accepting the call.

“I just left the precinct. Four of our guys were arrested for distribution tonight.”

“Let me guess,” Dominick says, his jaw clenched in anger. “The mayor.”

“According to my guy, he signed off on it. Had the cops searching everywhere for them, determined to bring them in. The guy is starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“Could you be arrested?” I ask Dominick, thoughts of him ending up in jail and leaving Damien and me flashing through my head.