Page 90 of Charming Deception

My whole body thuds with the urge to release all this tension. I can’t believe how loud my heartbeat is in the dark.

She’s been silent a long while. The clock on my nightstand says it’s after midnight. I haven’t slept a second since we got into bed.

I just keep thinking about everything she said tonight.

How cute she is.

And how fucking brave.

I’d like first dibs.

You can touch me if you decide you want to.

Fuck me. Why the hell did she have to say that shit?

I like an honest woman.

Actually, there’s probably nothing I value more in a relationship with a woman than mutual trust.

But shit.

She’s so sweet and earnest. So kind and considerate.

She also has a lack of ego that’s fucking refreshing given the people I usually spend time with.

And no list of Megan Hudson’s finest qualities would ever be complete without mention of her petite but luscious body. Those high, bouncy tits jiggling under that thin shirt. That plump, round ass. Those goddamn creamy thighs.

And I’m starting to realize that those aren’t even the most beautiful things about her.

Though she’s here for the money, at the end of the day, she’s not really here for the money. She clearly has morals and values that even staggering amounts of cash couldn’t sway.

She’s here because she imagines a better future for herself, one year from now, even though her past hasn’t been all that good to her.

I admire the hell out of that.

That unshakable optimism.

He cheated on me.

I realize I’m grinding my teeth as I replay what she told me about her ex. Not only did he steal from her, he cheated on her, too. She could be bitter and broken, guarded as hell from the shit she’s been through.

Like me.

But she’s not.

It doesn’t help matters that she’s got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever fucking seen, those light-amber eyes that just get more beautiful every time she stares at me like she’s melting from the heat between us.

Thoughts like these are not helping the erection situation.

Every time I think about that look, and her soft, supple body under the sheets, her warm pussy so fucking close to me, my cock grows hard, aching, and hungry.

Like it is right now.

I breathe through it, trying to think about something else.

Harlan.

He emailed me about some bullshit today. On a fucking Saturday. He wants receipts for the last party I threw on the yacht. As if the CFO of a multibillion-dollar company chases anyone for receipts. He has minions for that.

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