Page 60 of Sins of Innocence

Kieran keeps touching me, pushing me beyond the pleasure already saturating my body and unbelievably, drawing me to the brink of another orgasm before his hand rotates and two fingers spear into my slick channel, while the heel of his hand presses against my overused clitoris.

And I'm soaring off the cliff of ecstasy again.

My t-shirt is back down my torso and I'm sitting on Kieran's lap, his hand against my belly, my arms and legs like noodles before I come back to myself and register where I am. What we just did. What I just did.

With my daughters and mother right down the hall!

"I can't believe I let you do that," I whisper.

So, now you're worried about someone hearing you?

My conscience needs to have it out with my inner hussy. She's the one that got us into this mess.

"I was right," is all he says.

I'm too blissed out to even roll my eyes. "About what?"

"Gorgeous tits."

A laugh as unexpected as my two, count them, two climaxes bubbles up out of me. "I'm glad you think so."

"Tasty too." He sucks the fingers he'd had inside me into his mouth.

He's not talking just about my boobs now and covering my face with my hands, I groan. "I really can't believe I let you do that. The girls could have woken up. Mom could have come in here for her morning cuppa."

And I would have been oblivious to it all, body going places I've never been with a man.

"I would have heard and stopped before they reached the kitchen door."

"I'd say you're arrogant, but we've established you have the hearing of a bat," I mumble before dropping my hands and meeting his eyes. "You're sure no one heard us?"

"Someone's in the bathroom." He cocks his head, like he's thinking. "Neeve, maybe."

"Oh, no. What if she'd come in here for breakfast before straightening her hair?" She does that sometimes.

"She didn't."

But she could have. "For all I know Sadie's standing outside the kitchen door wondering what all the moaning was about."

"Sadie and Joy are still in their bedroom. Maureen hasn't opened her door."

"Mom sleeps with earplugs." Thank the lord and all the saints.

"Good to know."

"Why?"

"In case there's an emergency."

An emergency? "Like a fire?"

He gives a noncommittal grunt, his mob brain probably able to come up with all sorts of scenarios I would never even contemplate. I don't ask what they are. I don't really want to know.

What I do know? Kieran Lleshi is thinking about keeping my mom safe despite the hard ridge pressing against my side.

A very large hard ridge.

"I wish we had time for you to take a turn at show and tell," I tell him with more honesty than sense probably.