Perfect Sinner by Maggie Cole

13

Nolan

Lightning streaks through the sky.The boom is so loud, Gemma jumps. I put my arm around her tighter. "Everything is fine. It's just storming."

She tilts her head up, and her sleepy, blue eyes make the unfamiliar feeling that's attacking me too often wake up. I twist her strawberry-blonde hair around my finger. She rolls her warm body on top of me. "What time is it?"

"Who cares." I palm her ass and tug on the lock of hair.

She arches an eyebrow. "Do you have plans to keep me in bed all day?"

"Depends on how much of a dirty girl you'll be."

Her lips twitch. "Meaning?"

"We're out of condoms," I state.

"Okay," she enunciates. Her forehead wrinkles, and she stares at me in question.

I lean into her ear. "Do you trust me to pull out?"

She freezes then brings her face in front of mine. I'm playing with fire, fully aware of it, but unable to stop myself from wanting more. All night, we went at it. I didn't know I was low on condoms and am shooting myself, but it is what it is. And I've been watching her sleep for the last hour, debating how I want to take her again.

The more she stares at me, the more the thumping in my chest grows. I add, "No pressure."

She traces my lips. "And how does this make me the dirty girl?"

"You'll see." I tighten her hair around my finger and fist the rest of it. "By the way, your first orgasm won't be on my cock."

She furrows her eyebrows. "Does that mean I'm going to be left to get myself off when you do?"

"No, princess. You're going to ride my face when you come," I cockily reveal.

She puts both elbows on my chest. "After you pull out?"

"Yep."

She smirks, pushes her knees into the mattress, and sinks on my erection. Her wet heat encases me like a glove, and she leans into my ear. She flicks her tongue on my lobe, and tingles shoot down my spine. "Are you sure you can handle pulling out?"

I tug her head back, stick my tongue in her mouth, and pinch her nipple. She whimpers and begins lazily rolling her hips.

"Wrong way, princess," I mutter, steal a few more kisses, then sit up. I grab her hips, lift her off me, and instruct, "Turn."

She bites a smile, changes positions, and sinks back on me. She turns her head and asks, "This is what you think is dirty?"

I move her hair over her shoulder and kiss the back of her neck. "Stop asking questions and work that perfect pussy of yours on me."

Her eyes widen, and she bats her lashes. "You want me to go faster?" She rocks quicker.

I grab her hips, slow her down, and set the pace so my cells light with fire but it doesn't take me over the edge. I instruct, "Just like this. Bad girls get punished, so be a good girl."

Pink begins to crawl up her cheeks. She taunts, "Are you going to spank me?"

I grin. "Not right now. You like it too much." I slide my hand over her breast and play with her nipple.

She moans.

I kiss her neck. "You like riding me this way?"

In a raspy voice, she whispers, "So much."

"Good. You feel good, princess. Now keep this pace if you want your reward." I fist her hair and tug it so she's looking at the ceiling. I put my cheek next to hers. "Just a warning, if you want me to stop, you're going to have to tell me."

She freezes. "You aren't going to pull out?"

"No. I wouldn't lie to you about that. Relax."

She closes her eyes, returns to the rhythm I set, and whimpers. "Okay. Do you like that?"

I turn her head so I'm looking into her eyes. "I love everything about your tight little cunt." I steal another kiss. "Now be a good girl and let me watch you ride me."

She does what I want. I drag my fingers down her spine, and she shudders. Then I grab her wrists and hold them behind her back. I lay back on the mattress. If I didn't know better, I'd swear on the Holy Bible she's a mystical goddess. Her skin is smooth as silk. Her hair hangs in long, natural waves. And her ass that I can't stop thinking about is rounded magnificence. She's as Irish as any woman can get, and I never found one I was attracted to before. So everything about her fascinates me.

"Oh God," she whispers, and her insides grip me tighter.

I take a deep breath to control myself then reach into my drawer and pull out lube. Her skin turns dewy. The scent of her arousal gets more robust. I'd spray it on me and sniff it all day if I could. Her walls clench my shaft more intensely. It's bliss and torture, and I growl, "Don't you dare come."

"Please! I...holy...oh...Nol—"

I grab her hips with two hands, lift her off me, and pull her lower body to my face. She yelps, and I tug her hot sex on my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" she yells.

I splay my hand on her spine, push her down, then reach for the back of her head. I position her face over my dick.

She deep throats me in one motion, and I groan. Her mouth is a naughty fantasy I could only dream about. She works my cock as hard as I work her, and I remind myself not to blow my wad.

I put lube on my finger then spread her ass cheeks and circle her forbidden zone.

She freezes.

I suck on her clit, and she moans like a wild animal, trembling in my mouth. She sucks harder, and I push past the hard ridge.

My cock falls out of her mouth, and she arches her back.

"Don't stop riding me, princess. I'm not done with you yet." I flick my tongue and smack her ass cheek.

"Nolan!" she screams.

I rub it out, inch my finger in her farther, keep flicking, then smack her again. Every time my hand makes contact with her ass cheek, she cries out and grinds her pussy in my face.

Her body becomes an earthquake of violent tremors. I smack her again and shove my tongue inside her. My fingers pump into her, and her body spasms on every piece of me that's inside her.

She rides my face harder, making incoherent noises that I would bottle up and listen to every night if I could. When I'm getting too close to coming, I push her forward on all fours. I cage my body over hers and slide my cock in her ass.

"Oh fuck!" she cries out.

I kiss her cheek. "Shh. Take a deep breath, princess."

Her eyes flutter open and shut. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to find air. Sweat pellets on her skin. She collapses on her forearms.

My body stays with hers, skin to skin, sweat mingling. I grip her waist, holding her steady. She obeys and takes deep breaths, allowing me to inch in and out until my pelvis hits her cheeks. "Good girl."

She tries to focus, but her eyelids keep opening and closing. And I thought I knew what she sounded like moaning, but when I move my hand and begin working her clit, the wild sounds coming out of her are an all new obsession for me.

"Jesus. You're driving me crazy, Gemma," I mutter in her ear.

She loses all control over her body. She's a rag doll in my arms, and with every thrust I make, she spasms harder.

I murmur in her ear, "You're ruining me. Every minute of every day. I can't think when you're around. How you feel right now, with your head spinning, is how you're tormenting me." I glide my finger in her sex and keep my thumb on her clit.

Barely audible, fragile breaths of air escape her lips. The scent of our fornication thickens around us. I suck on her shoulder and thrust harder, unable to hold myself back any longer.

Our cries of ecstasy twist together, competing with the violent storm outside. Wind slams against the house at the same time I pound into her. An explosion of adrenaline makes me dizzy. I collapse over her, my chest on her back and forearms holding me above her. We inhale and exhale air like one person instead of two people. Minutes pass. I pull out of her, and she flips underneath me.

Her face can only be that of an angel. Pink cheeks and blue eyes stare at me. I swipe her sweaty lock of hair off her forehead, saying nothing, mesmerized by the beautiful creature in front of me.

She reaches for me and locks her fingers behind my head. She tugs my lips to hers, stealing all the oxygen in my lungs.

The spark in my chest that I can't seem to shake reignites. Instead of trying to decipher it, I lean into it, kissing her back with every ounce of passion I possess.

Her stomach growls, and I laugh. "Did I work you into starvation mode?"

"I think it's all the food you've been making me eat. I'm constantly hungry."

I peck her on the lips. "What do you think about omelets?"

Amusement enters her expression. "No smoothie?"

"Nope. I think we should indulge today."

She beams. "I love omelets. With espresso, of course."

I groan. "Don't worry. I'll make you your acid."

She leans into my neck and inhales deeply. "Kind of ironic you buy cologne with coffee beans in it, don't you think?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you not looked at the scents in your bottle?"

"No."

She strokes my jaw. "You must want to be a coffee drinker deep down."

"Nope. That stuff is horrible for you." I lean down and give her another chaste kiss. "What do you think about a hot shower? Then you come back to bed, and I'll make breakfast."

She hesitates then nods.

My chest tightens. I roll onto my elbow and drag my finger over her collarbone. "What's wrong, princess?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing." Her cheeks grow hotter.

I put the back of my hand over them. "Why are you blushing?"

She bites her lip and nervously meets my gaze. "I um..."

I slide my arm under her neck. "What is it?"

There's more hesitation. She takes a deep breath and admits, "I hadn't done that before."

Shit.I assumed she had done everything. She claimed to have dated bad boys. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Did you not like it?"

Her face turns maroon. "No. I liked it."

"You did? Because if you didn't—"

She reaches out, grabs my head, and pulls it to her. She kisses me so deeply, I lose my breath.

"You shouldn't question a woman when she tells you she likes something," she murmurs.

"Does that include me?" I blurt out. My pulse beats in my neck, and I'm suddenly worried about what she might say.

Her face softens. "Yeah."

Relief fills me. "Good. I like you, Gemma. More than anyone I've met in a long time," I admit.

Her eyes turn glassy. She blinks hard. "Really? Even though I'm a mess?"

I caress the side of her head. "You aren't a mess. And I see you. Every part of you. This person you think you are now versus before, it's all in your mind. Both those people are you. They're both kind and funny and super sexy. Orla didn't steal any part of you. It's not hers to take. All she did was get you to peel a few layers back. You're multidimensional. That's a good thing in my book. It makes you real and special."

A tear drips down her cheek, and I kiss it. "Let's go shower." I pull her off the bed, lead her into the bathroom, and we take a hot shower. After we dry off, I tuck her back in bed. I lean down and direct, "Stay here and rest."

"Yes, sir." She salutes me.

"Don't get smart with me. I'll put you over my knee and slap your ass," I warn.

She bats her eyes. "Didn't we establish I like it when you do that?"

I groan. "Don't tempt me. You want toast?"

Her face lights up. "I forgot to tell you about what Tiernan thinks about your eating habits."

The sound of his name makes my blood boil, and I struggle to let it go. I'm still pissed he made such a bad call. I take a deep breath. "Why was he talking about that?"

Her stomach growls again. "Go make my food. I'll tell you over our omelets, sprouted bread, and espresso."

"Yes, ma'am." I kiss her forehead, throw on a pair of pajama bottoms, and go into the kitchen. I start the espresso machine then remove eggs, kale, mushrooms, garlic, goat cheese, and chopped onions.

Gemma comes out in one of my O'Malley T-shirts.

"What are you doing up?" I ask.

"Feel guilty. Want any help?"

I kiss her forehead. "No. Don't feel guilty. Your espresso is almost ready."

She reaches up and puts her arms around my neck. "Can I make dinner tonight?"

I grin. "Sure. What are you making?"

"It's a surprise. I'll order the ingredients to be delivered."

"Deal." I peck her on the lips then pat her ass. "Go get your mug of acid."

"Ha!" She steps back, takes her cup, and sits on the counter. "Do you have a thing about goat cheese?"

I add a drop of coconut oil in the skillet and turn the burner on. "What's not to love about goat cheese?"

She takes a sip of her espresso. "Nothing. It's yummy. But you rarely have other cheese in your house."

I claim, "It's good on everything. Plus, it's healthier than other cheeses."

"How?"

"It's packed with vitamins, minerals, and healthy fats. Plus, it helps reduce inflammation." I open the container of onions and put two spoonfuls in the pan.

She laughs. "Tiernan would love this conversation."

My pulse increases. "He's lucky he's family, or he wouldn't have his limbs right now." I flip the onions.

Gemma's voice softens. "I like Tiernan. He's just young."

I snort. "Yeah. Him and Fergal both have a lot to learn," I grumble then toss the mushrooms in the pan and put the lid on.

"Well, he's funny and was really nice. He helped take my mind off worrying about you," she adds.

The strange feeling creeps into my throat again. I step in front of her and put my hands on both sides of the counter. "You don't need to worry about me if I say I'll be fine."

She cups my cheek. "Where were you?"

Knots form in my stomach. "I told you I had O'Malley business to deal with."

She swallows hard. "What does that mean?"

I close my eyes briefly. I wish I could tell her everything, but I can't. "It means I'm doing things that I'll never discuss. Not with you, not with anyone."

Hurt appears on her face.

"It's for your protection. If I could tell you, I would," I try to assure her.

Silence fills the air. Blood slams against my skull. I worry I insulted her in some way.

She finally asks, "Do you always go away for days?"

"Sometimes. I try to stay out of those issues."

"What do you mean?"

I glance over her head, trying to figure out what to disclose. I lock eyes with her again. "You know I work on algorithms, right?"

"Yeah."

I choose my words carefully. "This isn't public knowledge, so keep it between us. We're forming a new tech company soon. It'll shift the way the O'Malleys earn their money. But I have to create the algorithm for it."

Her eyes widen. "Wow. That's impressive."

"It won't be if I don't figure it out soon." I straighten up and step back. The anxiety in my chest returns. I've been so obsessed over Gemma the last few weeks, I've not gotten very far. I lift the lid on the skillet, stir the onions and mushrooms, then add the kale.

Gemma says, "You will."

I shrug as if it isn't a big deal, but it is. "But once this happens, I shouldn't have to deal with certain things anymore."

She stays quiet a minute then smiles. "Okay. Thanks for telling me."

I change the subject. "What did you do while I was gone?"

Her face lights up. "I spent yesterday creating the branding for that company. They loved it."

I crack an egg into a glass bowl. "Of course they did. You're super talented. Do I get to see what you did?"

"Sure. Let me grab my laptop. It's in your office." She gets down from the counter and slaps my ass as she passes me.

"Hey! I'm the one who does the slapping," I tease.

"Bring it on," she smirks.

"Go get your laptop. Better yet, print it out," I suggest then return to making the omelets.

When she returns, she has a handful of papers. The omelets are ready, and we sit on the barstools. I turn and hold a forkful up to her. "Try this."

She opens her mouth, and I put the omelet in it. She chews and moans.

"Good, right?"

She swallows and nods. "So good. I think I'm getting a new obsession with goat cheese."

I wiggle my eyebrows. "Maybe you're just getting an obsession with me."

She traces a Celtic knot on my bicep. "Maybe you're the one with the obsession and it's over me?"

Zings race up my arm. I lean closer to her mouth. "Maybe I am."

Her pouty lips curve up, and she opens her mouth.

The doorbell rings, and she raises her eyebrow. "Expecting company?"

"Nope. Let me send whoever it is away." I rise, kiss the top of her head, and go to the door. Since the guys won't allow anyone near my front door who I don't know, I don't look out the peephole. I open the door, and my gut drops.

Not what I need right now.

"Molly, what are you doing here?"

She stares at my chest a moment then holds a laptop bag in front of her. "Did you not get my mom's message? She said she left you one that I would stop by this morning."

"Message?"

"Yesterday. She left you a voice message asking if you could fix my computer. She was on it and clicked something. I think she got a virus or something," Molly states, and a bolt of lightning streaks through the sky, followed by a crash of thunder. She jumps.

I force myself not to groan out loud. I open the door wider. "Come inside before you get electrocuted."

She steps in and pushes the hood of her green raincoat off. "Did you not get her message?"

"No. Sorry. I was dealing with something and haven't checked them," I say.

She winces. "Sorry to bother you. My mom's trying to get all her doctor appointments scheduled and they went to an online system. She lent her laptop to her friend who's going through cancer treatment, so she didn't want to ask for it back."

Crap. Now I need to fix it today."Okay. Let me look at it quickly."

She reaches for my bicep and traces the skin glue over my cut. "Thanks, Nolan. Umm, I'm glad you're okay. I was really worried about you. Those guys had a lot of nerve coming to the pub."

I step out of the way so she isn't touching me. "I'm fine. Let me see what's going on." I spin and Gemma's eyes meet mine. I roll mine to show her I'm annoyed, but hers turn into flaming blue slits.

"Gemma. What are you doing here?" Molly asks.

Gemma crosses her arms. "About to eat breakfast. Why are you here?"

Molly looks Gemma up and down. "Trying to get my computer fixed. My mom needs to schedule her doctor appointments."

Gemma clenches her jaw and shakes her head at me. She leaves the room, and my heart squeezes.

Shit. Now she's pissed again.

I sit on the barstool, staring at the omelet, wondering how things always seem to be complicated between us. When I turn on the computer, my frustration grows. There are so many viruses on the laptop, I'm going to have to clean everything, then reupload everything so Molly's mom can use it. It's going to take hours. "How did this happen? I installed software to defend against this crap."

"Oh, you know my mom," Molly states.

"Did she turn the software off?" I ask.

Molly sits next to me. "Not sure."

"This is going to take hours. Why don't I drop it off?" I wishfully suggest, hoping she'll take the hint and leave.

"I'll wait if you don't mind. The storm seems to have gotten worse, and I hate driving in it."

Of course you do.I grumble, "Fine."

She picks up the stack of papers of Gemma's work. "What's this?"

I snatch it out of her hand. "Nothing." I turn them upside down and set the stack on the other side of me.

Molly chirps, "That omelet looks and smells great. Did you make it?"

I move Gemma's plate in front of me and hand mine to Molly. My appetite is suddenly gone. "Here. Have mine."