Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Lincoln
- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
- Lincoln
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
- Lincoln
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Lincoln
- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
- Lincoln
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Three
- Whitney
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
I grab a black wrap blouse, a pair of white linen pants, and cute strappy flats.
Done.
Simple.
Classy.
I glance over at the phone and wonder how hard I want to look like I’m trying . . .
Screw it. I need all the confidence I can get tonight.
Three minutes later, I have Gabi’s assurance she’ll be up at four, and I’m going to look like I didn’t try at all to be drop-dead gorgeous.
Cricket was definitely right about one thing. There’s no chance I’m going to bed alone tonight.
Thirty-Eight
Lincoln
“Are you shitting me? You have got to be shitting me! That’s a helicopter.” Cricket stares at the chopper on the roof as Hunter pulls her against his side.
“He’s not shitting you, babe.” Hunter glances over his shoulder at me with an eyebrow raised, but I’m not worried about responding to him. All I care about is Whitney’s reaction.
Her glossy pink lips are pressed together, and her gorgeous blue eyes dart back and forth between the chopper and me.
“Really?” she says, just loud enough to be heard over the quieting engine.
“Problem?”
She straightens her shoulders and lifts her chin, smiling at me. “I guess it’ll do.”
As Whitney walks toward the helicopter, my eyes are glued to her ass in those white linen pants. Sweet fucking Christ.
I hurry after her and help her into the bird. “You’ve flown in one before, I take it?”
“A few times.”
For some reason, it pisses me off that I’m not able to give her a first because she’s already done and seen so much. Then again . . . I think about the place I picked for our date, and after what she said about going places but not really experiencing them, I’m pretty confident tonight will be at least one thing she’s never done. Hell, I’ve never done it either, and it took me over twenty-four hours and a lot of favors to pull it off.
Cricket and Hunter climb into the seat that faces us, and Cricket is practically bouncing as Hunter helps her with her harness. From the smile on his face, I might actually have redeemed myself with my friend.
Whitney has her harness buckled before I can offer assistance.
“Everyone ready?” the pilot asks.
As soon as I give the word, the rotors start.
“Where are we going?” Cricket asks over the noise.
I point to the headset. “Put it on so you can talk.”
Hunter grabs both of them and positions one on her head.
“Where are we going?” Cricket repeats herself.
I glance at Whitney. “It’s a surprise.” Her brows go up. “Don’t worry, I think you’re going to like it.”
Thirty-Nine
Whitney
I have absolutely no idea where Lincoln’s taking us, and I’m not sure how I feel about surprises. Ricky never bothered to do anything special unless it was something for himself, but I have a feeling that Lincoln has pulled out all the stops to set up whatever is happening tonight.