Seven Dirty Sins: A Hot New Adult Erotic Romance Boxed Set Page 16

  “Come one, Meela. Have fun. What’s it going to hurt?”

  Meeting Landon’s eyes, I contemplated his words. He was right. What was the worst that could happen?

  I reached out and plunked the pink shot from his fingers. Keeping my eyes on his, I put the tube to my lips and downed the shot.

  He swallowed hard, watching as I licked the rest of the shot from my lips. “Good choice. Now how about we get out of here?”

  andon’s living room became a hurricane of discarded clothes as we undressed each other like it was the end of the world.

  His mouth was everywhere and I didn’t know how it was possible to lick and bite and suck all at once, but Landon had mastered the art.

  I was out of my element, and I knew I’d hate myself the next day, but everything he was doing felt so right.

  Latching onto the back of his head I held him close to me as he sucked my sensitive earlobe in between his lips and gave it good flick with his tongue.

  I wanted more. I needed more, but he pulled back and looked down at me.

  “I wanted to go slow with you,” he said, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

  “Why?” I exhaled.

  “Because I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first time I met you. I should be savoring it.”

  “There’s no time for that,” I rushed.

  My insides were begging for him—my body crying, spilling for his touch. I’d never felt so wet, I’d never been so desperate for something.

  “We have all night, Meela.”

  I silently wished that were true, but the alcohol would wear off eventually and smart Meela would be free and ready to remind me why I didn’t go home with men and sleep with them. Especially when that man’s name was Landon Tate.

  “Don’t think,” Landon said as if he could hear the thoughts racing in my head. “Just feel me.”

  His hands moved down my ribs and for the first time I realized he’d pulled my black sequin tank off. My lacy, black push-up bra was still in place and my nipples pushed against the rough texture of fabric.

  “Does this feel good?” he asked, running his lips across my cleavage.

  I was incapable of forming words, so I nodded my answer. My mouth was dry and my tongue felt thick as soft moans slipped down it and past my lips.

  He slipped a finger into the waist band of my jeans and pulled me against him.

  “Do you have any idea how hard is it to cover a hard on in the middle of a trial? Every time I have a case against you, you get me going.”

  “I had no idea,” I gasped, leaning my head to the side and giving him plenty of room to kiss.

  “You look so sexy when you’re fighting me. Everything about you turns me on. It’s all foreplay for me. I love it”

  Backing me into the wall, he trailed kisses down between my breasts and over my stomach before peeling my jeans down my legs. My skin felt like it was on fire and his lips were the source of the flames.

  When he hooked his fingers in my panties, he looked up, watching me as he pulled them down my legs. I felt like I should have been nervous, the instinct to cover myself from Landon should have been fierce, but it wasn’t.

  He made me feel sexy and wanted and he looked at me like I was unlike anyone he’d ever seen before and it made me feel alive.

  His hand ran up the length of my leg and he lifted it, draping it on his shoulder and turning his head so he could kiss the inside of my thigh. The touch of his lips was a shock and I clawed at the wall behind me.

  He moved both hands up the back of my thighs, cupping my ass and in one fluent move, a move I couldn’t wrap my head around, he stood. My other leg draped around his shoulder.

  I gasped and my fingers tangled in his hair.

  “Landon…”

  “Shhh just feel, counselor,” he whispered against the inside of my thigh.

  His hands pushed my ass forward and his lips were on me. His tongue swirled, flicking against my sensitive nub and making me squirm in his arms. His mouth searched and discovered—tasting me and licking up the juices that flowed from my body.

  I was feeling things I’d never experienced with a man before. Pawing at his hair, he growled against my softness as he buried his head between my legs and plunged his tongue deep inside of me.

  “I’m going to come,” I whimpered.

  It was the totally opposite of the beast I was in the courthouse and I knew letting him see how weak he was making me wasn’t a good thing, but I couldn’t think about that. I was too close to the greatness he was giving me.

  He moved faster, his head moving back and forth as he tongue moved quickly over my bringing me to the edge and preparing to drop me. And then I fell—crashing and crying out with a release like I’d never known.

  “That’s right, scream for me, Meela,” he said, going in to suck and lick until my legs were shaking and my body couldn’t take anymore.

  Pulling back, he released my legs, dropping me until my legs were wrapped around his waist instead of his head. And then he kissed me, allowing me to taste the sweetness that he’d pulled from inside of me.

  And then I felt his heated hardness as he pressed at my entrance. I thrust my hips forward ready and willing to accept him into my body. I could hardly wait any longer.

  His first thrust was firm, seamless, and painful. As much as I wanted to deny the pain and only focus on the pleasure that still burned, I couldn’t help but cry out.

  Landon froze, stilling inside me, and I knew he knew. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice, but the way he was looking at me, it was too late for that. Confusion pulled at his brow and his eyes widened as if he was just seeing me for the first time.

  “Meela?” His voice was rough and raspy.

  What was I supposed to say to him that he didn’t already know now? I was a twenty-five year old virgin. He pulled back some and waited for me to say something.

  I couldn’t look at him. The way he was looking down at me was embarrassing. In my alcoholic haze I hadn’t even considered that fact that he might know my big embarrassing secret.

  Turning my head to the side, a single tears slid down my cheek landing in my sweat soaked hair.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, but I couldn’t force myself to do it. Grabbing my chin, he brought my face around. “Look at me.”

  I took a deep breath, causing him to move inside of me. His breath hissed between his teeth. This time there was little pain and more pleasure.

  “Christ, don’t move, Meela. You’re so fucking tight.”

  He tried to stay as still as he could, but something was happening to me and I couldn’t control the roll of my hips. He moved deeper inside of me and this time there was no pain. I moaned, arching my back again and again I moved my hips.

  “Meela, damnit,” he growled between clenched teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Please, Landon…”I begged.

  And then he didn’t hold back anymore. He groaned and buried his face into my neck as he moved his hips slowly, in and out of me.

  Pleasure rippled up my spine, causing me to gasp and dig my nails into his slick back.

  “Yes. Don’t stop,” I said, working my hips to meet him half way.

  The deeper and faster he moved, the better it felt. Tiny twinges of excitement moved inside of me, grabbing and pulling at the orgasm that was begging to be released.

  “I can’t get enough of you. You’re so perfect,” he mumbled over and over again and he plunged into my body. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder.

  And then I exploded like the firecracker he claimed I was. My body pulsated around him, as I screamed out my release and dug my nails into his skin.

  “Fuck, Meela, you’re amazing.”

  His motions picked up speed and his movements became erratic as he moved in me and against me as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His breaths came out in hot pants, growls and moans attached the end of each breath.

 
Throwing back his head, his teeth clinched together and he plunged into me one final time, spilling himself. His tense shoulders relaxed before be backed away, letting my feet touch the floor.

  Backing away from me, I was able to see him in all his naked glory for the first time since I’d gotten to his place. He was beautiful—hard and soft. Lines and dips on his stomach, begged for my fingers to follow their paths. It was too much, I had to look away.

  My hair was sticking to my face, so I pushed it away as I bent over to pick up my clothes.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, reaching out and stopping me from grabbing my panties.

  “I’m getting dressed,” I said.

  I’d never dealt with a one night stand before. I’d never be the person to do something so careless. I didn’t know what the protocol was, but something told me I needed to flee as quickly as possible and forget I’d ever stepped foot into this home.

  “You’re leaving,” he said, sadness thick in his voice.

  I didn’t know how to act with sweet Landon. I was so used to cocky, lawyer beast, Landon. It was a nice change, but also uncomfortable.

  “I need to get home.”

  “But’s it’s two in the morning.”

  “Which is why I should be going home.”

  I moved to reach for my panties again, but this time he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

  “Stay,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my neck and sending chills down my body.

  “I can’t,” I said.

  “I’m going about this all wrong.” He pushed me up against the wall, igniting my anger and want all over again. His naked flesh pressed against mine, slick and hard. “I dare you, Ms. Davis.”

  “You dare me to what?” I said, pressing my hips into his, thinking that we were seconds away from round two.

  Cupping my face with his palm, his hard green eyes soften and a tiny smile tugged at the side of his lips.

  “Stay the night with me. I dare you.”

  he next morning I woke with an aching body. The after effects of Landon’s love making were really taking their toll. When I stretched there were cramps and my thighs were so sore. I felt as if I’d spent the night riding a horse.

  He’d spent the night pleasuring me and doing things to my body that I never knew were possible, but with the sun came the sobriety and I knew that the night, no matter how wonderful it had been, was a mistake.

  He flipped onto his back, his abs glistening in the sun that snuck in through the curtains. Taking a minute, I enjoyed the site of him stark naked against the white sheets of his kind size bed.

  Lifting my head off the pillow, I pushed the tangled mess that was my hair out of my face, Landon’s sleeping face came into focus. He was beautiful.

  His blanket covered his lower half except for one leg that stuck out from the blanket. The temptation to move the sheet had me gripping tight, but I was worried of waking up and right then I needed to get out of there before he did that.

  The sun was creeping over the horizon so the room was lazily lit by the beginning rays of sunshine. Tucking his sheet around my breasts tightly, I slowly slid off the bed and walked as quickly and quietly as I could.

  I was thankful we had discarded our clothes in living room and I wouldn’t have to search for them in here. Landon was snoring softly and leaving him almost felt like a crime, but I squeezed my way through the door anyway.

  I didn’t breathe until I was in the hallway of his condo and doing the walk of shame to the elevator. My heart was pounding as I pushed the button for the elevator doors repeatedly.

  I kept watching Landon’s door like I expected it to open any seconds. When the doors to the elevator finally opened, I nearly screamed. Stepping in, I pressed the bottom for the lobby and sighed in relief when the doors closed.

  spent the day lying around my apartment trying to figure out how to deal with Landon the next time I saw him. I kept hoping that we would go on about our lives as if the night had never happened. Men did that all time, and regardless of how sweet and giving he’d been, he was still a man.

  Monday morning, I stepped into the courtroom knowing he was my opposing counsel. I held my head high as I slipped behind the table and gave my client, Stephanie, a happy smile.

  I could feel Landon’s glare in the side of my face, but no matter what I didn’t look over at him. I couldn’t. I didn’t want see the expression he had. I didn’t want to know if he was angry, but more than anything, as much as I’d hoped for it, I didn’t want to see his indifference.

  I’d given him a part of me that I’d held onto for many years. Even though I knew it was necessary, his indifference would burn me in a way it had no business burning.

  When the court went into recess until the following day, I gathered up my papers quickly and made a dash out the courtroom to my car. I wasn’t fast enough. I’d barely made it to the end of the hallway when I felt a firm grasp on my arm.

  Opening the door to the closest office, Landon pulled me into the room, and shut the door behind me.

  “What the hell?” he said, his eyes wild.

  “What?” I asked, pretending the night between us hadn’t happened.

  “You left.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was the right thing.”

  “No,” he said, pushing against me until we were in the middle of the office. “That was the wrong thing to do.”

  I pulled away and went for the door. “I don’t have time for this. I can’t handle you right now.”

  Again, he pulled me to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. “Make time. And it doesn’t matter if you can handle me, because I know how to handle you.”

  He was so right. I seethed. “Of course you can, Mr. Tate. You can handle anything, right?”

  “Don’t give me that ‘Mr. Tate’ bullshit. It’s Landon. Say it.”

  Pulling away again, I moved to leave the room. “No!”

  He was lightening quick as he closed the distance between us and his fingers wrapped tightly in my hair pulling my head back.

  I wanted to hated him, I’d convinced myself he was the enemy this entire time, but he awakened something inside of me I never knew existed and at that moment in time all I wanted him to do was fuck me.

  “Prove it.” I said throwing his words back in his face. “Prove you know how to handle me and the other night wasn’t a fluke.”

  “Is that what you think it was? A fluke?”

  “A fluke, the alcohol, the timing. Take your pick, but do it fast because you’re wasting time and I’m five seconds away from walking out that door.”

  I don’t know what had gotten into me. I was at work for fucks sake, but I couldn’t seem to form a thought that didn’t include having Landon’s hands, his mouth, or his tongue on me.

  He didn’t take his eyes off me as he moved toward the door and locked it. The sounds of the lock made my heart pound harder and I was so wet and full I could hardly stand it.

  He walked toward me and I was positive the moment he touched me I’d come. His month came down hard on mine and I wanted the roughness of his kiss. When his tongue thrust in my mouth I was quick you move mine against his.

  He was crushing me into the window and the only sound was our breathing and the sound of the blinds crushing under my body. I should have cared that anybody could start pounding on the conference door right now, but I didn’t.

  Landon must have had the same thought because he said, “Getting caught means this will be over way before I’m ready to.”

  He turned us around and his lips moved down my neck. His teeth nipped at my skin and my fingers tangled in his hair, wanting it harder. He knew exactly what I wanted and he branded me with his teeth.

  The back of my thighs hit the large conference table and we came to a standstill. Landon cupped my breast over my shirt and brought his mouth to my nipple, biting and pulling. It wasn’t enough and I wanted to fe
el him against my skin.

  “I know you can do better than that, Landon.”

  His eyes lifted toward mine and he grinned, accepting my challenge. Popping open one button at a time, he pulled the cup of my bra down until my breast was bare and I could feel his tongue lashing against my nipple.

  “You’re better than my dirtiest fantasy.” His breath cooled my nipple making it tighten and tingle.

  That both shocked and pleased me. “You’ve fantasied about me?”

  “Since the first time I met you.”

  “Tell me what you thought about.”

  He was sucking on my other nipple when he stopped and lifted his head. Desire darkened his eyes and dilated his pupils.

  “Are you wet, Meela?”

  I watched him, my chest moving up and down. I couldn’t breathe right I wanted Landon so bad. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.

  Grabbing my skirt, I shimmied it up my thighs until the edges of my thigh highs appeared. Landon never took his eyes off mine as I grabbed his hands and pulled it between my legs.

  His fingers were masterful as they moved against me until he found the nub that was throbbing for his attention. His finger rubbed over me and my legs trembled, almost giving out on me.

  “Landon…” I moaned.

  “I haven’t even begun, love.” He voice was rough and it rubbed my nerves.

  He spun me around until I was facing the desk.

  “Put your hands flat on the table.”

  His command excited me, it made me wetter, hungrier. Doing as said, I leaned over until my hands were as he wanted.

  “Instead of telling you, I’m going to show you, Meela. I’m going to show you how you tortured me while I slept, while I worked, when I was with any other women.”

  He was moving down my body and then I felt his hands against my ass, cupping and squeezing it.

  “Open your legs, Meela.”

  Using the table to support my weight, I opened my legs.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  I felt the sharp edges of his teeth against the back of my thigh and I cried out.