Page 196 of Charming Deception

“They’re part of the ecosystem. They have a purpose.”

“No. They don’t. If we could lose one entire species and be better as a planet, it’s mosquitos.”

“Humans,” she says, at the same moment I say mosquitos.

She cracks a smile.

I smile back, as much as I can as the bloodthirsty little fuckers prick my ankles. “Please. If you like me even a little bit, get me out of this hellhole dust-bowl swamp and into some mosquito netting or something.”

She laughs easily and takes me by the hand, tugging me toward her mom’s place.

We break into a jog.

“Christ, how can anyone live in this province? It’s goddamn biblical—” My complaint is cut off by Megan’s mouth slamming into mine as we step into the house. She pushes me back against the door, and our collective weight slams it shut.

“Shh,” I whisper, even as I start pulling up her dress with impatience.

She giggles. “Mom can’t hear a thing when she’s sleeping,” she whispers. “She snores too loud.”

“Huh.” My mind flashes forward to a distant future wherein an older Megan snores in bed.

“You’re wondering if I’m gonna snore when I’m older,” she accuses.

I shrug, making up my mind. “I could live with it.” I kiss her again and steer her blindly into the kitchen. “Where am I fucking you? Bent over the arm of the couch? Kitchen table?” I peel her dress off over her head and toss it aside. “Bathroom floor?”

“He is such a romantic. In my bedroom.” She pulls me in that direction. And as soon as we get through the door, she shuts it behind us.

In the moonlight that glows through the window, I tear off her bra and panties. I’d love to sweep her up in my arms, carry her to the bed, and have my way with her, but I’m a bit too drunk to pull it off.

Instead, she helps me get undressed, and when we’re both naked, I just kind of fall on her, pinning her to the bed and kneading her soft flesh with my greedy hands as I probably squish the breath out of her.

She’s panting as we make out, her hips rolling against me. My cock is deliriously hard as I grind against her, wanting in.

“Your dog’s watching us,” I tell her between kisses. Daisy is curled on a blanket on the floor, staring.

“It’s okay. She’s a voyeur like me.”

I groan as she sucks on my neck.

“Guide me inside you.” My voice is thick with lust. “And please tell me you locked the door, because if Donna throws it open and comes face-to-face with a plumbing shot, I will never get over it.”

“It’s locked.” She bites my lip as she grips my dick and angles it, pushing the head into her soft, wet opening. Then she kisses me, hot and soft, making my balls ache.

“Your cunt’s a little slice of heaven,” I groan as I sink into her.

“Jameson. You’re so…”

She never finishes that sentence as she digs her fingers deep into my ass muscles and pulls me deeper, panting hungrily.

We fuck slow and wet and desperate, grinding into each other like we want to merge our souls.

* * *

I collapse back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. I just came, dizzy with lust for her, when the convulsions of Megan’s orgasm racked her body so hard, it yanked me right over with her.

Mutual perfection.

Now my lungs feel shaky. My stomach presses up into my ribs. This unease I’ve carried with me ever since I found out Megan had flown home has only intensified.

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