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Sinners on Tour series by Olivia Cunning

She smiled. Sweet sex god. Yep, that was Brian. He handed the now doubly frazzled hotel worker a tip and then sat at the head of the table, pul ing Myrna onto his lap.

“Oh puke,” Trey said, grinning. “Don’t get al lovey-dovey in front of us.”

Brian flipped him off and then tugged a bowl of fruit, a plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes, biscuits and bacon towards them.

“What’s your pleasure?” he asked.

Being this close to him had stolen her appetite for food. A different sort of appetite had awakened. She leaned close to his ear.

“Your cock.”

His hand slid under her robe and up her thigh. She tensed.

“That’s the second course,” he whispered.

“I guess I can wait a few minutes. So long as you promise me dessert, too.”

His fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties and brushed one swol en labium. Her body shuddered.

“That’s a promise.”

When he moved his hand above the table to start eating, she relaxed.

She settled for nibbling on chunks of melon while Brian polished off a plate of scrambled eggs drenched with ketchup and several pieces of bacon, also drenched with ketchup. She poured him a glass of orange juice and insisted he drink it al .

“Sickening,” Trey said, stil grinning. “Wil you look at them? Al domestic-y.”

“He needs his strength,” Myrna said, glancing at Trey who sat to her right eating his pancakes smothered in syrup and his sausage, also smothered in syrup. She popped a piece of melon in Brian’s mouth. “I’m horny.”

Eric proceeded to bang his head repeatedly on the table.

Sed laughed. “And you’re wasting your time with Sinclair?”

“Trust me, he’s no waste of time. Guitar isn’t his only talent.”

Brian squeezed her thigh in appreciation. She wondered how much shit he took from these guys for being a romantic. His nose brushed against her neck. “I’m ful now.”

Her bel y tightened with need. “Good, because my panties can’t get any more saturated.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Eric punctuated his head banging against the table with curses.

“Bath?” Brian asked, looking up at her.

She cupped his cheek and leaned her forehead against his. “It’l wash off your song.”

“We’ve got that one on paper. I’m hoping I’l need a blank slate to write a new one.”

She smiled. “I didn’t think of that.”

She slid from his lap and secured her robe before heading toward the bathroom. As she walked past Sed, she heard him say, “I hope the groupies are ready for a good, hard f**k tonight. Goddamn, the pheromones are thick in here. I’ve got a proximity hard-on.”

“Brian gets al the good pu**y,” Eric moped.

Brian laughed and slapped Eric on the back as he fol owed Myrna to the bathroom. She entered the large room, delighted by the Jacuzzi tub in the corner. “Nice.”

Brian closed the door and pul ed her back against his bel y. He released the sash of her robe and pushed the fabric aside. Her br**sts ached as he massaged them with the palms of his hands and her breath quickened as he suckled the side of her neck.

“Are you real y horny or did you just want to get away from the guys?” he asked.

She drew his hand to the moist heat between her thighs. “What do you think?”

His fingers stroked her through pink lace. He turned her body to face the wal . Her eyes flipped open lazily and she caught her reflection in the mirror. Their eyes met over her shoulder in the reflective glass. So he wanted to watch her when he made her come. He didn’t have to wait long. His fingers stroked faster. Faster. Faster. Her eyes slid closed, her mouth fel open, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder as ripples of pleasure shook her core. She cried out, clutching his thighs for support. He rubbed the tip of his nose against the rim of her ear. “You’re so sexy, Myr. This time I’m going to hold you first. I don’t want to get carried away and miss out again.”

He released her and moved to the bathtub, turning the taps and testing the water with his fingers. His wonderful, mesmerizing fingers. Watching him play had worked her up more than she’d realized. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, unfastening his belt and the fly of his jeans. She rearranged his boxers until his half-hard c**k sprang free. She took it in her hand, stroking its smooth length gently.

He caught her hand. “Wait. I don’t even have my boots off yet.”

“Your point?”

His point is you’re being a whore again, Myrna. Jeremy’s voice sent delight spiraling out of reach. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

Brian turned and peeled her robe from her shoulders, leaving it in a puddle on the tile floor. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Something wrong?” His thumb brushed her cheek and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“No.” She forced a smile and put her hands on her hips, eyeing his state of dress with disdain. “How is this fair?” she asked. He stripped himself naked in seconds. His gaze slowly drifted down to her pink lace panties. “How is this fair?” he countered. She peeled her panties down her thighs and removed them. She looped a finger in the elastic band and shot them at his face like a slingshot. He caught them, drew them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Can I keep these?”

“If you like.”

He bent and tucked her panties into his pants pocket. He then climbed the stairs to the tub, stepped into the water, and extended a hand in her direction. She took his hand and climbed into the tub with him, standing before him. Staring up at him, she traced the angled contours of his face with her gaze—strong jaw, pointed chin, sharp cheekbones. Eventual y, her eyes settled on the upper curve of his beguiling lips. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately—lips, tongue and teeth al caressing her mouth. The water rose up their calves as his kiss continued. When he drew away, he gazed down at her.

“You’d better turn off the water,” she said.

He turned off the taps and sank into the water’s warm depths, holding his arms out in invitation. She sat between his thighs, leaning back against his chest. The Jacuzzi jets startled her.

“Feels good.” He leaned his head back against the edge of the deep tub and sighed. Myrna hadn’t joined him here to relax, but she couldn’t argue. It did feel good. It felt even better when he began to rub a tiny bar of soap over her chest and bel y. Though his touch wasn’t meant to entice, she was panting with need in moments.

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