Make Me Sin (Bad Habit, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

Incoherent words of adoration fall from his lips. I groan, arching into him, wanting wanting wanting, and he bites down just hard enough on my nipple that I cry out in pleasure and pain. He freezes. I’m reeling, not sure why he’s stopped. “What?” I pant, blinking. “Eric, what’s wrong?” He withdraws from me as if I’m a giant pile of turds that he’s just had the misfortune to fall face-first into. His expression is horror stricken. It’s also enraged. He hisses, “What did you call me?” It’s my turn to freeze. I try to think, but my mind is blank. “I . . . nothing?” He looks as if he might be sick. “You called me, ‘A.J.’ You called me another man’s name!”

The way my hand FLEW TO MY MOUTH