Page 91 of When Lies Unfold

“Get back to this pussy,” I finish for her. “The faster you come for me, the sooner I’ll be finishin’ up business.”

Her eyes narrow, and damn if I don’t have to fight a grin at the stubbornness that crosses her expression. “Anyone ever tell you you’re too damn bossy?”

In response, I drag my tongue along the crease of her pussy, revelin’ in her gasp. “You can complain later.” Grippin’ one hip, I fit my mouth over her and spear her with my tongue. I work her clit with my thumb while I tongue-fuck her with no remorse. I need her to come.

Her panted breaths pick up pace, stutterin’ right before shudders overtake her and she lets out a cross between a whimper and a moan. She coats my tongue with her release, her hips jerkin’, and goddamn does she taste like a fuckin’ dream.

When she sags against the wall on tremblin’ legs, I steady her with my hands. Only then do I rise to my full height and take in the view before me.

Dazed eyes stare back at me, those pale pink lips parted. When I lean in and dust my mouth over hers, she releases a serrated breath against my lips.

Confusion cloaks her barely audible whisper. “I don’t know what to think about you.”

Busyin’ myself by smoothin’ her dress back down to cover her, I search for what to say but come up empty. And I’m never at a loss for words.

Until now.

Our eyes hold for a moment before her features soften. Movements tentative, she reaches for my face and smooths her thumb along the stubble framin’ my mouth.

My voice is low and hoarse, my dick still hard as fuck and achin’ to be buried inside the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. “Better not be wipin’ away anythin’ good.”

A faint blush colors her cheeks, and damn if it isn’t the cutest fuckin’ thing I’ve seen yet. A woman who still blushes. Didn’t think they even existed these days.

“You can’t go back in there like that.” Concentration creases her brow as she slowly sweeps her thumb along my bottom lip.

“Like what?”

Hand droppin’ to her side, she gestures to my head. “I’ve messed up your little ponytail.”

I know she’s sayin’ that to try and put distance between us, but I don’t rise to the bait.

“And your mouth is…” She trails off, her blush deepenin’ before she straightens her shoulders. Then she returns to her brave, ballsy self. Liftin’ her chin a notch, she finally locks those gorgeous brown eyes with mine. “You know what I mean.”

I tug the small tie from my hair and finger-comb it before securin’ it again. Then I raise a brow in question. “All better?”

She nods.

I lean in, my voice muted. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked my little ponytail.” A grin tugs at the edges of my mouth. “Especially the way you were tuggin’ on it.”

When her mouth parts to no doubt spout off a fiery response, I get another taste of her lips. But it’s quickly interrupted when a hard knock sounds at the door.

“Boss?” Gordo’s tone is more urgent, and I know I’m pushin’ my luck like this. “Ready to go?”

Fuck. For the first time, I’m tempted to tell him to postpone it for another night. And I never screw with business, especially not over a woman.

My eyes fall closed, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Ready,” I call out.

But I’m not. I’m not the least bit ready to leave her. I open my eyes to find her peerin’ up at me with concern etched on her pretty face. “Gonna give you the choice of returnin’ with me or goin’ to your room. Either way, I’ll have my men guardin’ you and?—”

“It’s probably best if I call it a night.”

“You’ll be missin’ out on dessert.”

“Dessert’s a luxury I’m not accustomed to.” A wry, self-deprecatin’ smile tugs at her lips. “Dinners like tonight, let alone when Javier normally serves croissants and tocineta for breakfast, isn’t the norm for me. It’s more of a treat.”

She shrugs and adds, “All this fanciness isn’t exactly my style nor does it fit into my budget.”

Fuckin’ tocineta—bacon—is a treat for her? Christ. I silently vow to have Javier make her all the goddamn croissants and tocineta she wants for breakfast each mornin’.

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