Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Sinful Rewards 12 – Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax ties up the story of Hawke, Nicolas and Bee in this final installment in the SINFUL REWARDS series.  Throughout the series, we were often left to wonder which man Bee was going to choose.  If she would go for love or would it be money.  But in the end, Bee ended up getting everything she wanted in the one man she didn’t think could give it to her.

I’ve loved Hawke from the beginning and he’s who I wanted Bee with.  Even when she was unwilling to open her eyes to fully see what was in front of her, I knew Hawke was going to be the one to show her she could be the dirty, naughty girl she liked to be in private with the woman who was loyal and protective of those she held dear.  It took her a while, but by #10 in the series, she’d finally seen it.  And by 12, she finally understood that even though Hawke may not say the three little words so was longing to hear, he showed her just how much he loved her in other ways.

I’ve enjoyed this novella series.  Even though Bee, at times, got on my nerves, I was invested in the series and needed to know if Bee was going to get that HEA she was so desperately grabbing for.  It took a bit of work and a lot of self reflection for Bee to realize that the grass isn’t always greener, but she did end up finding exactly what she wanted and needed.

My former marine passes our untidy bed, dips one of his hands in the plastic fishbowl filled with condoms, and heads toward the window.

The curtain-less window.

“It’s daylight,” I squeak. All of my previous window sexual antics were performed at night. I couldn’t view my audience, couldn’t see the faces of the men watching me.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” Hawke challenges me.

“I don’t want this.” I meet his gaze, unable to back down, trusting him to read me as he always does, to know that I do want this.

He chuckles. “You’re such a terrible liar.” He skims his lips over mine. “You crave this. I feel how wet, how hot you are.”

I wiggle, unable to argue, my pussy moist and my nipples hard. “They’ll think I’m a bad girl.” My ass touches cool glass. Anyone looking up at our condo will see my bare bottom flattened against the window.

“They’ll think you’re a very good girl.” Hawke lowers my feet to the floor, sliding my body over his. “You’re obeying your very bad man.” He extends my arms, pressing my hands against the window, and widens my stance, forming an X with my body. “You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart.”

He steps backward, his gaze sweeping me from my head to my toes, all of me exposed to him, my small breasts, flat stomach, brown private curls, pale legs. I glow, feeling beautiful, wanted, worthy.

“You remain overdressed, Marine.” My voice is husky with need.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hawke pulls his T-shirt over his head, drops it on the floor. I glance down at it, unable to suppress my frown.

“Passion is messy.” He laughs, the muscles in his chest moving with his joy. The wings tattooed over his collarbone flutter, the finely etched feathers tempting me to touch them, lick them.

I don’t dare move. My palms flatten against the glass. Hawke has posed me, silently requesting I remain still, and I will obey my dominant man. I tilt my chin upward. I’m powerful, worthy of his love, his forever. He’s shown me this.

“Your thighs are moist.” Hawke’s smile holds a primitive smugness. “Everyone watching you sees how eager you are for my big cock.”

I quiver. He knows the words I want to hear.

“I’ll give you what you want, soon.” He drifts his hands over my shoulders and along my sides, his calloused fingertips grazing the curve of my breasts. “But not yet.”

I bite on the inside of my cheek, suppressing my moans as he explores the dip at my navel, the sensitive skin over my ribs, learning every inch of me. My nipples ache for his touch yet he ignores them, lavishing his attention on less wanton regions, discovering erogenous zones I didn’t know I had.

Unable to reciprocate, to move, I’m focused on him, on his fingers, his hot breath wafting against my breasts, every caress amplified. Hawke’s slow seduction drives me mad, absolutely crazy. I can’t wait, can’t be as patient as he is. My body demands release.

“Hawke.” I arch my back, offering myself to him, wishing to speed, to guide his efforts. “I need—”

“I know what you need, love.” He leisurely circles my breasts, his sensuous orbits narrowing, narrowing, narrowing until I shake with desire, my bare skin vibrating against the window.

“I know you.”

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