Page 88 of Killer Kiss

I didn’t see our lack of clothes. Or hear the people talking outside our door.

All I saw was her and the understanding in her eyes.

It wasn’t pity or shame or any of the other things I’d thought people would feel if I told them the truth about who I was.

She lifted up on her toes and cupped my face, touching her lips to mine softly.

I wrapped my arms around her, deepening the kiss, taking her lips and her mouth and her tongue and tasting every inch, savoring it, living in the moment because for once in my shitty fucking life, I had something good.

I had her.

“I need you to know something,” I whispered, pulling back and rubbing my nose along the bridge of hers. “I need you to know that you always have a choice with me. That I never expect you to give me something you don’t want to give. You never have to please me by doing something that makes you uncomfortable. I’m always going to ask, and all you have to do is say no. I never had a choice. But you do. Always.”

She swallowed hard. “What do you want to do?”

I glanced over at the array of sex toys all laid out on the table to our left. The smile I gave her was suggestive, lightening the mood. “We’re in a sex club. Seems a shame to only use this room for a deep and meaningful.”

Her gaze flickered over and she grinned up at me. “All I have to do is say yes?”

I nodded.

She leaned in and brushed her sweet lips over mine. “Yes.”

24

OPHELIA

Augie walked around me, switching our positions, so I faced the mirror and he stood behind me. With slow, deliberate fingers that brushed my skin, he unfastened the clasp of my bra and let it fall at my feet. He placed a kiss on my shoulder and then slid his hands down my arms, picking up my fingers and guiding them to the table of toys.

“Which one?” he whispered in my ear, breath tickling my neck.

I hesitated, casting an eye over the selection. Some of them I didn’t even have names for. There was a selection of vibrators and dildos, but I was already good friends with my own, so they didn’t seem terribly exciting.

The set of clamps sent a tremble through my body, though, and I picked them up, passing them back to him.

He groaned, his dick prodding the small of my back. Without lifting his lips from my neck, he watched me in the mirror as he attached them, my nipples singing out in pleasure.

“Fuck, they look good on you,” he murmured. “You should never wear anything but these ever again.”

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lipstick slightly smudged, though not an awful mess. I’d have to remember to give the brand a five-star review for holding up to both kissing and blow jobs. My hair was a tangled, wild birds’ nest from having his hands in it for so long, but I loved the way it looked. Combined with the healthy flush beneath my skin, the tiny panties, and now the sex toy accessories, I’d never felt sexier.

Augie understood women in a way no other man I’d ever been with had. He’d understood the assignment without me even knowing there was one. I’d come with him multiple times now because he instinctively got how I thought, what I needed, and how that wasn’t just a quick pump of a barely-there dick.

Augie took so much time with me it was almost maddening.

Even now, with his dick so hard, he could have just bent me over and taken me from behind. Yet he moved at a pace that made it clear this was the only place he wanted to be.

“Anything else?” He lowered his hands to my hips, dragging down the lace panties so I was as naked as he was. His palms groped my ass cheeks, kneading and massaging.

He bent his knees a little to press his dick between my thighs, stroking it back and forth through my arousal.

My gaze kept catching on the bejeweled ass plug. It wasn’t big, and my memory was set on the way he’d touched me there before and how much I’d liked it. I wanted more.

I picked it up, turning it over in my hand.

“You done much of that?” Augie asked, his dick moving back to press against my asshole.

I gasped, liking the feel of how wet and warm he was.

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