Page 8 of Dirty Deceit

"I need your words, Gemma."

"Yes, please."

She rolls her hips forward as if trying to get closer to my face. I lick her up and down her slit, making her tremble. That's when I entered her opening with one finger. She's tight but slick. Pretty much ready for me. But I want to play for a bit, so she'll have to wait for my cock, which is hard as steel right now, dripping pre-cum.

"You're so tight, darling."

Gemma is very vocal, and her moans are like music to my ears. While I'm thrusting, I reach up to her clit with my tongue and twirl around it.

"Yes, Murphy, keep doing that."

I grab her hips to keep her still while I torture her with my tongue and fingers. I add another finger into her core, and she's out of control. I've never had someone respond to me like this, and it's blowing my mind.

I grab her legs and pull her up closer to me so I can just devour her like this.

"More, Murphy, I'm so close."

I can't fail my lady, so I thrust one more finger and twist them at the right angle where I can reach her G spot. "Oh my God, Murphy, don't stop!" She yells, her voice filling the room with her passion.

I start sucking her clit, and that's when I feel her channel tightening against my fingers. I keep going with my efforts so she can ride her climax out until the end.

"That was amazing." She says after a moment.

I feel her shaking, and I rise up to kiss her. We kiss slowly, relishing each other. I realize I didn't even take my clothes off, but I feel more in control like this. She feels wonderful in my arms, and I get a twinge of guilt because I know what I have to do. She gets up from the bed and moves toward the bathroom. "I'll be just a minute." She says.

The moment she's in the bathroom, I go through her purse and find her ID. I take a picture of it and send it to my colleagues in New York. They'll know what to do. I open the minibar and get some more alcohol. I usually don't drink this much, but Gemma is affecting me at a different level than any other woman ever has. The alcohol helps remind me that my first duty is to my partners, not seduction.

Gemma comes out of the bathroom, looking like a goddess. I put my drink down and take off my jacket. She walks seductively towards me, a sexy smile on her face. It makes her look radiant. "Let me take your clothes off." She says, tugging at my tie.

"I'm all yours, darling. All night long."

I open my eyes and know I'm not in my own bed. That has never happened before. I never stay all night long with a lover. But Gemma is different, and I couldn't get myself to leave her side. We made love throughout the night, and each time, I felt a bond forging between us, which was not good for me. There's no happily ever after for me, not with the way I live my life.

Gemma is next to me. Her tiny snores make me smile. I should probably be a gentleman and not mention the snoring, but she's so cute. She's hugging her pillow, and I'm jealous, wishing it was me she was hugging with such delight. I can't wait another minute, so I place soft kisses on her face. Her blue eyes open, and she seems surprised for a minute and tenses up, but I give her another kiss on her cheek, and she relaxes visibly.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"What time is it?" She grumbles.

"Not a morning person, huh?" I say in an accusing tone. She manages a smile.

"I need my phone. Were you watching me sleep?"

"Yes, is that too creepy? You look adorable when you're asleep."

"That means you heard me snoring."

"A gentleman never tells. Don't worry, I'm a vault, darling."

I get up and search the room for her phone, returning it to her once I locate it. Will she toss me out? I was hoping we'd have breakfast together.

"I'm going to tell my friends I'm busy for breakfast. Will I be lying?" she asks.

"You're definitely going to be busy this morning."

"Huh, looks like they are all busy as well. Guess everyone got lucky last night."

"It was not luck. It was destiny." I say, trying to look sincere.

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