Free Indulging Sin by W. Lynn Chantale Page A

the top of the lingerie.
    Moses stifled a groan. Yeah, she was living up to her name. Sin in high heels. He folded his arms across his chest, anything to keep from reaching for her.
    “What do you want, Sin?”
    She shrugged from the coat, a graceful movement of her shoulders that had the garment pooling at her feet. She dragged a fingernail over his forearm. Fire danced in her wake and his cock twitched as if she’d stroke him there.
    Enough of this. It was time to let her know who was in control. He tilted his head to the side and winged a brow. She let her hand fall, and dropped to her knees. The heart-shaped pendant at her throat caught the light and pleasure stole through him at the sight. She hadn’t taken it off.
    “I thought it was obvious, Moses. I want you.”
    Well she always had spoken her mind.
    He walked around her, taking in the supple curve of her shoulders, the way the corset dipped at her waist and pushed her lush bosom forward. He stared at the curve of her spine and frowned. The bottom was loosened. He liked his woman with a little cushion, but if she was no longer able to fit the corset he just purchased...maybe the sizes ran small. His gaze wandered farther down, admiring the back seam on her stockings.
    He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she lowered her bottom to rest on her heels. Two weeks away from her and he only wanted to run his hands all over her. But one thing was certain. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
    “I’m really not in the mood for drama right now and you bring drama.”
    Her lower lip quivered into a pout and all he could think about was tasting the ripeness of her mouth. She lowered her lashes, but not before a flash of hurt flitted through her light brown eyes.
    He sighed as guilt kicked him hard. It wasn’t her fault her brother was a jackass or that the relationship she and Moses shared was molten. He offered her his hand. When her smaller digits grasped his he helped her to her feet, stepped back, and folded his arms again.
    She moved closer. “I can definitely make up for the drama.”
    He unfolded his arms, raising a hand to stop her forward progress, and wished he hadn’t. Somehow his palm found her breast and his hand took on a mind of its own, caressing the swell of her luscious breasts above the black lace of her corset.
    That was fine by him. He was already lost, condemned the moment she walked through his door.
    Moses curved one arm around her narrow waist and hauled her soft front against the hard length of his body. Desire flared in her irises while her lips parted in an unspoken invitation. He accepted and issued one of his own.
    She yielded to the demands of his kiss, like he knew she would. The sweet intoxication of her mouth reminded him of starlight and promises. Moses flicked his tongue along the seam of her lips and hers darted out to meet his.
    He dragged her closer, flattening her breasts to his chest as his hand swept down the curve of her spine. The satin of her corset whispered beneath his fingertips, over the lush swell of her hips to grasp one bared ass cheek.
    He tore his mouth from hers. “Thong.”
    “Your favorite.” She stared up at him, lids half-closed.
    He grabbed her wrist, led her to his desk, and placed her palms on the surface. Indeed, the matching string disappeared between her luscious cheeks. He massaged the firm globes, before smacking the right one and then the left. He repeated the strikes, three to each cheek.
    She flinched, but did not move. “I’ve missed that.”
    “Have you now?” He moved his palm over her buttocks in a circular motion before swatting her until her breathless moans filled the air. Her derriere was heating up nicely. He dragged his fingers across the crotch of her thong and found it soaking with her juices. Lust hummed in his belly. “And you’re wet for me already.”
     
    Sin nodded, pushing against his hand.
    He stood behind her, his fingers resting at the small of her back. “You drove