Page 45 of When Lies Unfold

In fact, she uses her other hand to tease my balls and toy with the sensitive spot at the base. Her touch alone has need pulsin’ through me.

I press my cock against her hand, urgin’ her on. Our kiss turns messy, morphin’ into heavy breathin’ in between wet kisses and tongue strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I pant against her mouth. “Gonna get you messy in a minute. You ready for that?” But she doesn’t respond with anythin’ aside from increasin’ the pace.

Plantin’ my hands on either side of her, I brace myself, ’cause my knees threaten to give out on me. I let her work my cock like a dream as she sends me over the edge. My vision turns spotty while I spill all over her hand and wrist, splatterin’ her bare stomach.

Our harsh breaths echo in the quiet kitchen, our damp foreheads restin’ against one another. Jesus Christ. Somethin’s fuckin’ wrong with me, ’cause my dick’s still amped up and wantin’ to get inside her. The way she came for me, the way her pussy strangled my fingers… Fuck.

I register the changes in her body in short increments. Her body stiffens, and she releases my cock before edgin’ away from me. “So?” Eyes averted, her voice is muted as she rips off paper towels from the nearby dispenser and cleans herself. “Think I passed your test?”

Her quiet words, spoken without an ounce of emotion, act like somebody’s just pistol-whipped me.

Sonofabitch. My answer is forced from between gritted teeth. “For now.”

I straighten, methodically tuckin’ myself back into my boxer briefs. While I fasten my pants, she jerks her sports bra down roughly, her chin liftin’ an obstinate notch.

Think I passed your test? Her question taunts the fuck out of me, her cool expression at odds with her appearance. ’Cause she’s sittin’ here with black panties that have an even bigger damp spot on the front.

Her ponytail’s a mess from me, and there’s a flush along her chest, those nipples still alert and beggin’ for more.

But she’s doin’ me a favor by shuttin’ this shit down. We’ve got no goddamn business screwin’ around like this.

She’s a colossal liability, and the last thing I need or want is to have my dick in a twist over someone like her.

Without takin’ my eyes off her, I slowly reach down and grab her leggin’s and toss them to her. Her steely glare remains pinned on me while she tugs them back on.

I retreat two steps and scrub a hand down my face. The fuck have I done?

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What the hell have I done?

Have I learned nothing from my past? To not get involved with assholes who think they own everyone and everything around them?

Am I so starved for a man’s touch that I lose my mind when the worst kind of one touches me?!

Self-recrimination floods me, and I’m tempted to slam my head against this stone countertop until I rediscover my common sense.

I slide off the island and lock my still-quivering knees, waiting for the fluttering in my stomach to subside.

Redoing my ponytail, I clear my throat and dart a glance at the man I had no business touching, let alone permitting him to touch me the way he did.

There’s a dangerously potent force between us, like some sort of magnetic pull that’s drawn me to him, inciting a carnal need to touch him and have him touch me in return.

What the hell is wrong with me? Sure, a part of me was just being obstinate at first, wanting to throw him off-kilter like he’s constantly trying to do to me. To see if I could beat him at his own game. But then it shifted. It turned into something far more dangerous.

The weight of his scrutinizing stare is unnerving. I steel my spine and force a nonchalant tone. “I think we can both agree that was a mistake.”

Edging away from him, I toss the sodden paper towels in the trash before stacking the plates the guys left behind. “And that it won’t happen again.”

Strong fingers cinch my upper arm when I turn to bring the plates to the sink, drawing me to a stop. I don’t dare look at him, though. I’m still far too off-balance.

Even now, my mind races with the knowledge that he’s touching me with the same fingers he had inside me. Those thick fingers made me orgasm harder than I have in what might very well be forever.

Stop it!

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