Page 90 of When Lies Unfold

Her remark stops me short and I frown. She doesn’t fuckin’ believe me? “What?”

Flickin’ the safety back on, she shoves the gun back at me with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. You were about to go for the other one strapped at your ankle.”

Well, fuck. I didn’t even think of that one ’cause it just feels like a part of me.

Every muscle stiff with defensiveness, I refuse to accept the gun from her. “Is it my fault I didn’t remember? It wasn’t me bein’ sneaky. It’s like another fuckin’ appendage?—”

She presses the gun flat on its side against my chest before fittin’ her mouth to mine.

This is the first time she’s initiated a kiss…and fuck if I don’t love it.

I clumsily shove the gun back into my holster, refusin’ to tear my mouth from hers. With my fingers threaded in her hair, I tighten my hold to steer her how I want, deepenin’ the kiss and backin’ her against the wall.

That little fuckin’ moan she lets out has neediness strummin’ through me. I hike her leg up to my waist, my hand glidin’ along her silky-smooth thigh.

Her tongue slides against mine, her hands grippin’ my biceps. When I slide my hand higher to palm her ass, I can’t stop the groan that breaks free at what I discover.

“Fuck,” I exhale against her lips. “You’re bare under here.”

Her response is breathless. “You suggested it.”

Restin’ my forehead on hers, I vie for control, my fingers flexin’ around her firm ass. “How am I gonna go back to that dinner”—I trail my hand along the crease of her inner thigh and drag a finger through her slick entrance—“knowin’ this?”

When I spear her with two fingers, they glide right in, immediately cinched by her searin’ wet heat.

“Your pussy’s sayin’ it needs me.” I give one deep pump of my fingers, satisfaction coursin’ through me at her heavy-lidded eyes. “And fuck if I’ll deny it somethin’ we both want.”

I drop to my knees, shoulderin’ her thighs farther apart. Her startled tone accompanies her hands that land on my shoulders. “What’re you doing?”

Without answerin’, I shove her dress up to her waist. My cock thickens even more when I lay eyes on her sweet fuckin’ pussy. She’s so shiny, glistenin’ with every bit of want that I’m feelin’ right now.

“Hold this.” My command is curt, ’cause if I don’t get my mouth on her soon, I’m bound to lose my shit. Wide-eyed, she grips a fistful of her dress and holds it out of the way, grantin’ me a hell of a view of her from the waist down.

“Need you to know somethin’.”

A trace of apprehension has her brows creasin’. “What?”

“I don’t get on my knees for nobody.” She swallows hard as the weight of my words settles between us. I lower my face closer to where I can’t wait to bury my tongue. “But I’m doin’ this for you.”

Before she can respond, I fit my mouth over her pussy, givin’ it a wet openmouthed kiss that makes her legs quiver. Fuck does she taste good, and I drive my tongue deep inside for more of her flavor.

Her free hand finds my head, her fingers tanglin’ in my hair as I raid her perfect pussy with my tongue. Each time I dive inside for a taste, her hips arch as she tries to push my tongue even deeper.

When I lightly pinch her clit, she lets out a low moan, her fingers tightenin’ in my hair. But when she whimpers my name, my cock threatens to bust through my pants.

I’ve never been like this before. Almost fuckin’ crazed over a woman—and her pussy. I just knew it’d taste as sweet as her mouth.

Her thighs tense, and her grip on my hair tightens, threatenin’ to pull it straight from the roots, but I don’t give a shit. I want her to come all over my fuckin’ face. I wanna still taste her on my tongue while I finish up business in the other room tonight. I wanna?—

“Boss?” Gordo raps his knuckles outside the closed door. “Got people waitin’ on you.”

When I tear my mouth off her, Lola lets out another little whimper that nearly kills me. Meetin’ her lust-filled gaze, I call out to Gordo, “Gimme a minute, and I’ll be right there.”

“Got it, boss.” A moment’s hesitation follows. “Everythin’ okay?”

“Everythin’s perfect.” Holdin’ Lola’s eyes, I run my tongue along my bottom lip, savorin’ her flavor. My next words are muted, solely for her. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

Conflict lights up her features as she casts a worried glance at the door. Her whisper is barely audible. “You need to?—”

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