Page 145 of Charming Deception

“So he leaves her to the psychopath?!”

Megan just smiles. She seems way too amused by me right now.

“I think this author is a sadist,” I growl.

She laughs.

“Let him drown in the river and write in a new hero.”

“I’m already writing the next book and Wolf is very much alive.”

“Still time to kill him off.”

“My readers love him!”

“Then your readers are as dumb as he is.”

Her mouth drops open.

I stare at those sweet, soft, open lips, and my thudding dick gets the better of me.

“Fuck it.”

I kiss her, hard, my mouth claiming, then dominating, then utterly consuming hers, as I tumble head over heels into her sweetness. She’s soft and warm, even more luscious than I imagined she would be, and I devour her like I’m starving for her love.

Maybe because I am.

I’m so fucking hard, it’s maddening as I fall, deeper and deeper into her, ravaging her mouth.

So hard…

And yet I can’t fuck her.

That fact, which I can never escape, crashes over me like cold water.

I pull back, tearing myself away when it really hits me how passionately she’s kissing me back. We were eating each other’s faces off and she was moaning softly, pleadingly, her hips riding up into mine.

My cock, pressed between us, thuds with the drive to bury myself in her.

Megan blinks up at me, panting. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

I swallow, my pulse pounding in my throat as we stare at each other.

“I know you were kidding,” she says softly, “about my readers.”

I was. Her readers aren’t dumb, obviously. I can barely turn the pages fast enough to feed my hunger for every word. I love the world she’s created, and no, I don’t just read it for the sex. But fuck, it makes me hard.

“Your books are great. I’m invested.” I push back, detaching myself from her. Somehow, my hips magnetized to hers and her legs became entangled with mine while we kissed.

My head is spinning with the force of the conflicting signals as I battle with myself, doing the exact last thing my body wants me to do, when I settle beside her on my back. I take a breath to calm my pounding heart.

She laughs a little, like she’s struggling to catch her breath. “I noticed. And thank you.” Her eyes meet mine, shining with affection, and gratitude I don’t deserve. “It feels so good when you say that.”

“It’s true.”

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