Page 12 of Dirty Deceit

Murphy has followed me in. I look at him, tears in my eyes. "Just a few days, okay? Until I've got a bed." He smiles at me and takes my hand.

I need to give a statement to the police tomorrow, so I pack a few things that were in the closet untouched, and we go to his apartment.

Murphy's apartment is a penthouse, and it looks like he lives in the lap of luxury. I've never seen so much marble in one building. But he's mentioned many times he's a successful businessman, and it shows in every corner of his apartment. I can hardly wait to get under the sheets. I’m sure they’re satin. I blush at my own thoughts and grab the water bottle he hands me.

"Are you okay, darling?"

"I… I wonder if there was something I could have done to prevent this."

"Don't you dare blame yourself for this. This could have happened to anyone who is traveling. Thieves stake out empty apartments."

"You're right. Would you mind if I take a shower? It was a long flight."

"Come on, let me show you the guest bathroom."

Guest? "I'm not staying with you?" It's a bit forward to ask, but I want to be with him tonight.

"I didn't want to presume. Okay, let's go to my bathroom." He smiles.

He picks up my bag and brings it with us as he shows me to his bedroom, then points to the en suite. He rummages the closet for something and comes out with a fluffy white towel.

"Here's a fresh towel, love."

I grab it and close the bathroom door, leaving him outside. It's not that I don't want to be with him right now. I just need to decompress a little. Being under the spray of the shower will do me loads of good. I take my clothes off, and my mind wanders. I really need to talk to the girls. They're my biggest supporters, and I miss them, even if I just saw them on Saturday night.

After about half an hour, I shut off the water and realized I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me. I covered myself with the fancy towel Murphy gave me and ventured outside of the bathroom. On the bed is a terrycloth robe, but it's Murphy-sized. I put it on, and it is huge on me, but it feels warm and cozy, something I desperately need.

Walking out of the room in my bare feet, I take in the luxury that surrounds me. I've never wanted to be a millionaire. I just wanted enough to live a comfortable life. This place seems almost too much.

"There you are. You found the robe."

He's taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up his arms. He's got the body of a god, and I hope I'm not drooling in front of him. Not being shy, I walk up to him and put my arms around his waist.

"This place suits you, Murphy."

I lead him to the couch and tug him so he sits down. I hope he doesn't mind, but we're going to make a mess on his fancy, overpriced couch. Once he's seated, I straddle him and clasp my hands behind his neck, attempting to look in control.

"So you've got me trapped, young lady."

"Don't 'young lady' me. Next thing I know, you'll have me calling you Daddy."

A serious look comes into his eyes, and I choke back my laughter.

"Don't even think it,” I say. “Maybe on special occasions. But you'll have to earn it."

"Fair enough. Are you sure you want to do this right now, darling?"

"I'm exactly where I need to be."

I lower my head and tease his lips with mine. I know it's too soon to think I've met the one, but I feel it in my soul. He opens his mouth for me, and I thrust my tongue inside it. I want to devour him—do nasty things to him. And it all starts with me riding him. I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, then move on to unbutton and unzip his pants.

He's so hard it looks like he will burst, but I manage to get him out. I pump his length a couple of times, and I hear him gasp. I untie the belt of my robe and let the robe fall to the floor. It seems like it's always like this with us—me fully naked at his mercy, and he fully clothed and in control. I'd like him to let go a little, so I'm taking the lead right now.

His hand goes to tease my pussy, and he groans. "You're so wet for me, darling. I need to be inside you."

"You will be. Let me just open your shirt a bit so I can enjoy the view like you are doing right now."

I start unbuttoning his shirt and run my fingers across his magnificent chest. I flick his nipples to tease him, and he chuckles at my playful mood.

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