All We Are (8th Sin Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

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    He answers on the first ring. “I was just thinking about you.”
    I twist a lock of hair around my finger and smile. “Oh were you? Or do you say that to all the girls that call?”
    “Only the pretty ones.”
    “So you think I’m pretty?” I smile again, having fun with the little game that we are playing.
    “So, what’s the verdict?”
    “I would love to go with you to this auction.”  I imagine the way his beautiful blue eyes light up when he hears something he likes. And it turns my insides into mush.
    “It’s for a good cause. And an excuse to hang out with you all night long.”
    I sigh into the phone. “That sounds great. Maybe I will let you convince me to come home with you too.”
    “That’s just a matter of how many glasses of champagne you drink.” We poke fun at each other for a few more minutes before he lets me know he has some more work to get done.
    I’m excited for tonight, and I’m no longer thinking about the 8 th sin. I’m only thinking about Jackson’s face and how great he always looks in tuxedos.
    ***
    “You sure clean up well,” he says when I open the door to Sophie’s apartment.
    I plant a kiss on his cheek and let him inside. “This was just hanging in my closet.” I smile, looking down at the beautiful black dress he bought me.
    He looks around at all the usual spots he would find Sophie but she isn’t home. “Where’s the British invasion?”
    “She is on a date.” I grab my keys off of the kitchen counter.
    “Do you think I should have got a haircut?” He asks, giving me the smouldering gaze he is so famous for.
    I slip my fingers through his hair and smooth it back, brushing some of it off of his forehead but it still finds its way back down.
    “You smell good.”  He nods and I plant a kiss on his lips. His fingers skim the thin fabric of my dress following the contour of my spine until he has a hold of my neck. His kiss is powerful and full of passion. And I feel magical whenever I’m connected to him.
    The way that he touches me--I know I am special. When his hands are on me, there is not a doubt in my mind that I am appreciated.
    He squeezes me tighter and kisses me slower. He tempts my tongue into chase and we feed into each other. He moves me backwards until I am pressed against the kitchen counter.
    “We are never going to get to the auction if we keep doing this,” I whisper against his mouth.
    His fingers grip the fabric of my dress and he groans. He traces my jaw with the backs of his fingers and then pulls it together. “You’re right, we can do all of this later.” He presses his lips into mine once more. “Because I am going to ask you to come back to my place.”

Nine
    I have never been to an auction before. And sitting with a group of men and their wives as they silently bid on fancy over the top items is not my idea of what an auction is.
    “Next up is this fine diamond necklace,” the auctioneer announces to the crowd.
    All the wives gush over the fine piece of jewellery. I’m too busy gazing into Jackson’s eyes.
    He whispers in my ear. “That would look beautiful on you.”
    I lean into him and inhale his cologne. “It’s a little over the top.”
    “You. Covered in diamonds and nothing else.” He plays with my hair, nipping me on the neck. He raises his hand and I shake my head because I can’t believe he is willing to pay way more money than he should for a piece of jewelry.
    “ You are insane.” I take him by the chin and kiss him on the lips.
    “What can I say, you bring it out of me,” he raises a dark eyebrow teasing me with his blue eyes. Eyes that rival any other I have ever seen, eyes that are perfectly draped by dark lashes.
    He’s a beautiful creature and he doesn’t even care.
    The bidding goes on, one man after another bidding for a chance to get their hands on the necklace all of their wives are dying for. But Jackson outbids them every time.
    Everyone starts backing down little by little as the