Secret Sin (The Byrne Brothers #1.5)

by Jill Ramsower

To all the accomplished, generous, intelligent ladies out there who simply want a man with a filthy, filthy mouth.

I had a whole list of Things Independent Women Do, and Bishop Bohanan suddenly looked like a perfect chance to tick off another item from the list. Have a crazy-hot one-night stand.

This situation was ideal. Dad’s driver had dropped me off at Noemi’s before lunch, and I wouldn’t be expected home until dinner. Bishop was hot, unattached, and familiar enough that he wasn’t a total stranger. I couldn’t have asked for a better setup.

The direction of my thoughts must have shown on my face because his smile evaporated and was replaced with something dark and lusty. “I think it’s time to ge...

With a tortured groan, he spun me toward the building entrance. “Start walking, and don’t look at me like that.”

Temptation gnawed at his self-control. Good. I liked the idea of Bishop mindless with need, unable to think clearly.

“Your car is gorgeous.” “Thanks. You’re not going to throw up in it, are you?”

So far, my experience with men was shamefully limited.

My breath caught in my throat as my hand extended to clasp the front of his shirt with a gentle tug. “Then prove it. Take me to your place.”

Not wanting him to see me as an inexperienced little girl, I pulled him closer until his body came into full contact with mine. “You’re overthinking this, stud. We’ve been dancing around one another since we met. Time to let this run its course.”

I sounded like one badass, self-assured modern woman, and the thrill was just as intoxicating as the tequila still warming my veins.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re trying to get me kill...

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like you’re getting away with so...

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me around to the passenger side and held open the do...

We only made it a few steps into Bishop’s tenth-floor apartment before he had my back against a wall, hand cuffing my throat while his lips devoured mine.

He didn’t just kiss me. He lay siege and conquered, all while humming a voracious groan.

He broke away long enough to yank his shirt over his head while I did the same, grateful I’d worn a sexy hot-pink bra that made the most of my modest curves.

“Fuck.” His eyes glazed over as he took me in. “You’re even better than I’d imagined.”

“Bishop,” I breathed, my fingers weaving into his silky curls. “You … imagined … being with me?”

“For the past two nights, I’ve pictured your soft curves while I fucked my hand raw.”

God, I loved his unabashed honesty. I hadn’t thought he could get any sexier, but every word out of his mouth only added to my tsunami of desire.

“And what about this mouth?” I asked coyly, gliding my tongue across my bottom lip. “Did you picture my mouth doing dirty things to you in these fantasies of yours?” I dropped to my knees before he could answer and u...

I didn’t know who this goddess was that had taken over me, but I adored everything about her. I felt like I’d unlocked a new version of myself. Someone powerful and bold. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid ...

“The things I want to do to that mouth would send me straight to hell.”

He was a goddamn work of art, and I wanted to appreciate every square inch of him, but I didn’t want him to know I was a virgin.

How the hell was I ever going to give up my v-card if no one was willing to man up? Not this time. I wouldn’t give him any reason to doubt me, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“Christ, kitten. You suck me off like a fuckin’ champ.”

peered up in time to see his head fall back, his hand cupping the back of my head. His praise lit my insides with a flood of radiant light. I’d never imagined it could feel so good to pleasure a man, but watching him come undone at my touch was better than any drug.

When I moaned with him deep in my throat, he pulled my head back and groaned. “Enough. The first time I come in you will be in that sweet pink pussy.”

I had to make sure not to give away any discomfort. If I acted normal, and he was sufficiently in the moment, I was confident he’d never suspect what I’d done. Men weren’t exactly the most observant of creatures at the best of times.

I did it! And I didn’t even wince, even though that shit hurt!

it took me a second to realize Bishop had gone inhumanly still. “What. “The. “Fuck.”

Bishop slowly brought his blistering stare to mine. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. This was not going how I’d planned. He knew. He knew exactly what I’d done, and he was livid.

“It’s okay, Bishop. I wanted this. I promise.” I tried to reassure him.

“And what about me, Pippa?” he barked. “Did you stop to think about w...

O...

I lowered my feet, wincing as he slid out of me, and kept my eyes cast downward. I’d been so eager to finally know what it felt like to be with a man that I hadn’t considered the consequences if I’d been wrong. Bishop’s disgust bathed me in a sticky coating of shame.

“Fuck, that’s not what I meant,” he grumbled. “That’s not how it should have happened, Pippa. Your first time shouldn’t be up against a goddamn wall.”

“Fuck it. No going back now, so I might as well do this right.” He grabbed my hand and pul...

I tried not to feel like a misbehaving child, but it was hard not to. I’d deceived him, and I knew it. Guilt somehow whitewashed over every ounce of courage I’d felt minute...

“How could someone so fucking incredible have never been touched before?”

I felt so much more exposed than I had before, and it had nothing to do with my clothes. Everything about this felt different than it had when we’d first entered the apartment. Our sultry playfulness had morphed into something infinitely more poignant. The air itself felt saturated with emotion, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to breathe it in or run for the nearest exit.

“I should tan your ass for pulling a stunt like this, but I suppose you’ve been punished enough.” His eyes lifted to mine, finally softening a fraction. “Are you in any pain?”

I shook my head. “Not...

He nodded once, then cut his eyes to the bed....

I did as he instructed but hesitated when he lowered himself and motioned for me to spread my knees. “I’m not sure you want to...

Hands on my knees, he opened me wide. “If I didn’t want to do...

“Tell me you’ve at least played with yourself before.”

“Yes. I’m not a prude, just overprotected.”

Teeth nipped at my outer lip for my s...