Sin with Me (Sin with Me, #1)

by Delaney Foster

“You’re cute when you’re in denial.” “I’m not in denial. I’m in a relationship,” I say proudly.

“Have you always liked dancing? Or is it just a skilled attempt to drive horny high school boys bat shit crazy?” he asks, catching me totally off guard.

Not me. I’d rather have a pearl. You see, diamonds and gold, they’re mined from the earth. They have to be cut and polished to become what we see. Pearls don’t need any of that. They’re born complete. Pure, fascinating, and beautiful.”

Thanks to the punch, I’m feeling ten feet tall and bullet proof right now. Not to mention the sight of him gives me amnesia.

She laughs and drags me to my feet. “You’re hopeless. Come on, my girl. Let’s get these diplomas so we can make this world our bitch.”

But the Marines? “You’re not serious?” I question. “The only thing I’ve ever been more serious about in my life is you,”

“I take it you’ve missed me?” he says with a cocky grin. “Oh, no. This is how I treat all my customers. Tips are much better this way.”

I’m about to make my fourth trip around the back side of this luggage merry-go-round. When the belt finally brings me to the front, Reid is standing there waiting. “Hey stranger,” I flirt.

“That. Is a beautiful sight. Why don’t you take that fine ass off my bag and show me you love me?”

“Take some advice from a wise, old man. It doesn’t get easier. You get stronger. And in time, you realize what you once thought was broken, is actually something beautiful.”

This resonates with me so much.

the guy for me is nothing more than a picture in a frame and a mind full of memories.

I remember the nurse and hold the paper with her number on it over my head, hoping it’s within his direct line of vision. “Yours?” he asks. I chuckle once, “No. Becca’s. Apparently, you’re quite a hit with all the nurses.”

I don’t make a habit of taking phone numbers,” he says,

“Really? Well what do you take? Mastercard? Visa? American Express?”

“Is that what you think of me?” he repeats, his blue eyes peering into my soul, compelling me to tell the truth. “I don’t really know what to think of you.”

“See ya later... Caligator,” I say, laughing at myself and beaming inside at the breakthrough we just had. I made Cal Suppato smile.

“Unless you’re illiterate, which I’m pretty sure you aren’t, there could only be one reason you just walked out of the ladies’ restroom. With her…”

“You want to get angry? Go ahead,” he says, breaking the silence. “You want to hit something? Be my guest. You want to hit me? Here I am. You want to yell? No one will hear you.”

Swoon right here!

know I won’t get any sympathy from him. He’s just here to listen, not to judge. “I can’t even fall asleep anymore without drinking,” I admit.

All the emotions I’ve been trying to pretend aren’t there bubble to the surface and begin to boil over. “He left me.”

dinner. But instead I worry about how I’m going to pass the time after I graduate in December, or what happens when Brynn finally falls in love, leaving me with no one at all. How sad is that? I spoon with my best friend when I’m lonely.”

open my eyes long enough to find his, dark and hungry, staring back at me. “Do that again,” I plead in small, breathless syllables. “Do what again?” he breathes. “Kiss me like I’m not broken.”

I have felt exactly the same as this! AND I married mine

His eyebrows pull together in a bunch as he narrows his eyes and half-smiles. “Yes. Callisto is my given name,” he says with a thick Italian accent. God, that was sexy. Of course, Italian is one of the five languages. Is it hot in here?

When you look at yourself, you see the woman in the room. Everyone else sees the woman in the reflection.”

Perceptions are crazy things... we kinda forget how we feel about ourselves is NOT what others see.

“The ‘S’ and ‘T’, they were added later?” he says, more of an observation than a question but I answer anyway. “Yes.” “What happens when someone finds you?”

Absolutely love this bit

“Because you weren’t mine. Because I wished you were. Because I knew your touch would be gentle and sweet. Pure, even. I knew it would be everything I ever wanted and nothing I could ever have. And that pissed me the fuck off.”

“Was it a game to you?” I ask, trying not to read too much into it, knowing if I do I’ll end up frustrated. “A game? No. More like a test.” “Did I pass?”

“No,” he says simply, “and neither did I.”

“This,” he growls, burying his face between my thighs. “This is why I can’t stay away from you. You want this just as much as I do,” he says, his voice low and husky.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he commands, “I want you to know it’s me.”

“Please don’t tell me you can’t do this. Because that’s a lie,” he says as he re-opens his eyes and looks into mine. “Your pussy is practically weeping for me.” I bite my bottom lip at his words and grin. “That’s not what I meant,” I explain. “It’s just that…I don’t think I can…accommodate…you.”

“Because I’m going to taste every part of you, angel. Then, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think. Can’t speak. Until the only thing left to do is scream.”

“Fuck,” he pants, tilting his head back, exposing his throat. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

“Meaning, I’m good enough for you to take to your bed, but you’re too good to come to mine. Is that it?

“It’s not the wine. That’s exactly what I want. Mean, angry, rough Callisto. Fifty shades of fuck me, daddy.” He breathes a muffled laugh then moves his hands to cradle my face.

Drunk sexy talk is too hilarious

I stand here, breathing him in, knowing in this moment that there isn’t a single other man in this world I would have let go of Reid to be with.

I catch the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “I get lost in you. I forget where I am, and all I see is you. All I feel is you. And I can’t afford to let that happen in a room full of people I don’t know,” he confesses.

Damn it.... add another swoon here too please

“That’s the baseball cap,” Brynn says. “The elusive stranger who’s been trying to get in her panties for

years. And now he’s got his hot fucking self all up in those lacy little things.”

Brynn looks at me with wide eyes. “He’s naked. With a GLOCK. I can’t decide if I find that sexy as hell or scary as shit,”

I concur...sexy AF!

“Can’t you see it? Everything’s changed, Callisto.” I’m in love with you. “No, baby. All I see is you. And me. And this beautiful fucking thing we have.

I feel like this is something he’s thought about. Something that’s important to him. So, I put away my pouty princess crown and get out of bed, so we can slay these dragons.

I fell in love with you that night then spent six years loving you from a distance. And over the past year, being with you, knowing you, touching you, feeling you… Fuck, baby. Love doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel.”

“I only hurt people who hurt other people. I need you to know that. Rapists, murderers, child molesters. People that slip through the cracks of the law. There has never been a single drop of innocent blood on my hands.”

“So, you’re like Batman, then?” I said, inciting a laugh that echoed through the room. I love seeing him laugh.

🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ bless her

“Yeah, baby. Just like Batman.”

His death, though tragic and brutal, was the fire that molded a clueless, sheltered young girl into a strong, independent woman. A woman capable of loving a strong, confident man.

This. Just this. Breaks and makes me. Has for 30+ years