Page 21 of Tell Me No Lies

“Because he doesn’t know how you are.” Tate’s rough fingers tease along the edge of my lace thong. “And his cock will shrivel when he finds out how fucking hard you bite.”

My eyes widen and I’m not sure if I’m flattered or insulted by his observation. “I haven’t bitten you.”

“Not true.” Tate’s qualifier comes immediately. Like he knew what I was going to say before I said it. “You bite me every chance you get.”

I try to hold my scowl, but part of me is preening at his assessment of me. Hearing him acknowledge my temperament. "Don't act like you don't like it."

Tate’s expression hardens, almost like he's mad at me. "I don't like it." The slow drag of his finger along the edge of my panties is about to drive me insane, but his next words manage to steal all my attention anyway. "I fucking love it. It's one of the biggest problems I’m dealing with." His finger hooks under the lace as his body presses even harder into mine. “Because I know I shouldn't be touching you, Piper."

My heart is racing and my breath is rushing in and out like I'm a panting dog. Maybe I am. Most accurately, a bitch in heat. "I disagree." I try to wiggle around in an attempt to work those teasing fingers closer to the spot I want them. "You seem so sure that guy couldn't get me off, but now I'm wondering if you might not be able to do it either."

Tate growls–fucking growls–his blue eyes boring into me. "You fucking know I can get you off."

"Do I though?" I clench my hands in his T-shirt, needing to hold onto something before I attempt to climb him like a tree so I can rub myself against him until I get what I want. "That could have been a fluke."

"Three fucking flukes." His words are the same growl he made earlier, scraping from his lips as one of his heavy boots kicks my feet apart. The hand that has been taunting me, shoves down the front of my panties, fingers separating my pussy lips before zeroing in on my clit with unerring precision.

My hips buck at the sudden, intense contact, and I let out a strangled moan. He circles with perfect pressure, pace never faltering as he works me up and sends me over the edge, a smug smile curving his lips as I shudder against his touch.

"You don't have to bait me, Sugar. If you want me to make you come, all you have to do is ask." His fingers are still between my thighs, sliding back to glide between over the slippery wetness he caused.

I know I just got off, but that little rendezvous in his office has turned me into not just a bitch in heat, but a greedy bitch in heat, so one orgasm doesn’t really feel like enough. "Then make me come again."

Tate lets out a low chuckle that vibrates from his chest to mine. "You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?" The fingers he so expertly wields sink into me and my head tips back, eyes slipping closed as he works my body with slow strokes. It feels amazing, but it's not enough. I need more to get me where I want to go.

And now that I know all I have to do is ask… "I want your cock."

The second the demand is out of my lips, I'm desperate for it. Empty and hollow and filled with unmet need. I grab at the waistband of his pants, working them open. "Get inside me now." The hard line of his cock springs free, and I grip it tight, hooking one leg around his hips as I push up on my toes, hoping he takes the hint and gives me what I want.

What I need.

With another low growl, he yanks my panties to the side and grips my hips with one strong hand, hefting me higher before sinking deep, bottoming out in one merciless move.

My eyes roll back so far I swear I can see my blissed-out brain. There’s nothing hesitant or cautious about this man. He's just as rough around the edges as I am. Just as aggressive. Just as reactive.

At least with me, and that’s all I care about.

I link both arms around his neck, fingers spearing into his dark hair. I hold on for dear life as each slam of his body bounces me against the wall. It's hard. It's fast. It's a little desperate, and that’s what I love most about it. Tate fucks me like he can't help it. Like he couldn't stop if he wanted to. Like this whole fucking building could burn down around us and he would keep going, untouched by the flames.

I appreciate his dedication. I’m not usually the kind of girl guys get all wound up over. I’m not sweet and soft. I'm not particularly interesting or worldly. I can't cook, don't love to clean, and I hate sports to the depths of my soul. The best I have to offer is a nice pair of tits and a can-do attitude, and those don’t get you as far as you’d think. But they got me here, so I shouldn’t complain, because right here is pretty fucking spectacular.

The hand on my hip grips so tight I'll have fingerprint shaped bruises in the morning, and the other tangles into my hair, fisting tight to hold me in place as he continues fucking me with abandon. Like his life depends on it.

And like last time, that desperation does crazy things to me, and has me sailing straight toward a second, consuming climax.

"Tate." His name is more wail than anything. "I'm coming." My pussy clenches around the thickness of his cock. "I'm coming." The release blasts through me, sending my nails digging into his skin and my head once again dropping against the concrete, this time a little harder. But it barely makes contact, because Tate's palm glides higher, cradling my skull to buffer the impact as his hips still, body rocking into mine as he groans into my hair. The flex of his cock as he comes sends another ripple of pleasure through me and I clench around him, earning myself another grating groan.

I let out a long sigh as my body goes limp. Every inch of me is relaxed and possesses the integrity of unset Jell-O.

Right up until something buzzes against my ass cheek. I let out a yelp, grabbing Tate tighter as my body tenses.

"Fuck." He carefully unwinds my leg from his hip, keeping one arm around me as I try to regain my balance. The other hand digs into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out the cell phone that stole my last few seconds of enjoyment and dragged me right back to reality. He swipes across the screen, not even waiting for whoever's on the other end of the line to say anything. "I'll be right out."

Ending the call, he shoves it into the back of his pants, eyes moving over my face. "It’s time for our third set."

I manage to hold myself upright as the arm across my back relaxes a little. After adjusting my panties and straightening my dress, my restless hands start fluffing my hair. "You should probably get back out there then."

This feels awkward. Way more awkward than the aftermath in his office, so I push at his chest. "Go." I try to give him a dirty look. “Before I bite you.”

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