Free Flirting with Sin by Naima Simone Page A

pain and humiliation, she found a small smile at his fierce defense. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. But the flicker of amusement was just…a flicker. In the next instant, the past immersed her once more. “I’d like to say I broke it off, but I would be lying. He came home one day three months ago, packed his clothes and announced we were over. When I pushed him to give me a reason, he told me I smothered him, bored him and was frigid. Said he refused to waste one more day on a relationship headed nowhere. And that was it. He left.”
    Ari dropped his hand, his fingers balling into a fist on his thigh. “He’s an asshole. An insecure, cruel bastard of an asshole. Instead of looking at himself, he blamed you for his own shortcomings and inadequacies.”
    “How could you know? You’ve known me less than a week.” She’d intended the question to be a challenge, a how the hell do you know anything. But, instead, it lacked heat and emerged as an uncertain murmur.
    “Yeah, and in these few days, I’ve seen a compassionate, kind, funny woman who is so tortured over disappointing and hurting her father, she would continue going to a job she hates, facing a douche bag every day so her dad is happy. You aren’t weak or boring, but loyal and self-sacrificing. Maybe too much. Maybe your crime is caring too much about people who aren’t deserving of it.” He released a mocking scoff. “And you are not frigid.”
    She ducked her head, heat flaming across her skin. She was so not having this conversation. Especially with him . But Ari wouldn’t let her dodge it.
    Pinching her chin, he gently, but firmly forced her head up. “You are not . If he couldn’t get you hot or make you come—”
    She whimpered, mortified, and lowered her lashes, trying to physically shrink from the conversation.
    His grip tightened. “No, don’t look away. If you didn’t come then he failed, not you. It’s a man’s responsibility to make sure his woman enjoys sex. Fucking loses her mind as she comes apart for him. It’s his responsibility and his pleasure. And if he didn’t look out for you, then not only is he an asshole but a selfish one. He came, didn’t he?” He waited for her answer and when she didn’t reply, he pressed. “Didn’t he?”
    Good God . She grimaced. “Yes.”
    He grunted. “Just what I thought. He had no problem getting off.”
    “Ari,” she pleaded.
    “You think I didn’t notice your reaction when I was on top of you today?” He released his clasp on her chin. His fingers moved to her hair. Smoothed over the loose strands before tangling in them. His gaze, hooded and so sensual the air snagged in her throat, studied the dark waves wrapped around his hand as if the sight fascinated him. And when he shifted that intense scrutiny to her, a fine tremble coursed through her. “You think I didn’t catch how you stroked your pussy over my cock? I didn’t see how you wanted to cry out but held back?” A small tug to her hair, and she swallowed a whimper. “How you were so close to coming? It took everything in me to not fuck you right there in the snow.”
    “Ari,” she repeated his name, silently begging him to stop talking. Jesus , he needed to stop talking… A hard, heavy pounding had settled between her legs. Her clit pulsed in time with her rapid heartbeat, her sex clenching in a hungry rhythm. She loomed five seconds away from crawling over him and embarrassing the hell out of both of them. “Please, don’t…”
    But he ignored her.
    “You’re wet now, aren’t you, baby? Just from me talking to you. I can feel you shaking. Are you squeezing your thighs together? Hoping it will ease the ache in your pussy?”
    What is he? A damn mind reader?
    He chuckled, the laugh rough, dirty, and so wicked. “I can help with the pain. Just spread those pretty legs and let me relieve it for you.”
    Oh, shit. Eve hadn’t stood a chance against the serpent if it had used even half the seductive persuasion this