Page 113 of Deceit

I smile, then lean in closer to his clothed dick like we’re about to have a conversation without him. “I’m playing.”

Alexander’s long fingers lace into my hair and tighten in silent warning. “Play with it in your mouth.”

Ow, bossy Alexander, I like.

Following his order, I unveil him and wrap my pink lips around his shaft. I suck, and my tongue brushes along the sides, exploring little places that he seems to appreciate that maybe I haven’t gotten to before.

“You’re going to get choked, Ems,” he warns, thrusting impatiently into my mouth a little. “Quick is completely fine with me.”

I hum along his cock. The poor man doesn’t know that the more he begs, the more I get off. It goes for matters like this and when I’m working B723.

Vulnerability and how we see it on every mission make people either do stupid things or release their innermost thoughts and fears. It’s probably why we all are how we are.

Especially me and my so-called husband.

Alexander lifts off the couch, sliding his dick deeper into my mouth as I adjust to his size the further he goes. He finds his rhythm quickly and groans, keeping my head where he wants me to be.

“Fuck, Ems.” I feel him twitch between my lips, and I wrap my thumb and index finger around the bottom of his shaft. “I’m ready to die now.” I shake my head because I’d never want that to happen.

In a way, he’s my sanity to my craziness. He’s the only thing in my life that’s constant but not involved in the darkness of my second family. B723, and everyone in it is my entire life, but Alexander is my vacation spot. The man who doesn’t pry and push and makes me feel like I’m just a complete bitch. That my overbearing nature isn’t a huge issue, and I’m welcomed here with him, in intimate and small moments with pineapple.

A sharp rasp on my condo door sounds and my eyes clamp shut. I forgot I told Mills to drop off some files for me since he was in the office tonight.

Alexander begins to pull out between my lips, but I seize his thigh to keep him here.

“You can go answer the door,” he says. “I’ll—“ I deep throat him, and his whole body laxes then shivers. “Holy fuck.” I bob my head more urgently, wanting him to come before we have to stop. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Thatgets my heart to beat double-time and swelter. It yearns and collects it into a little vile as the words repeat in my brain.

No, he can’t mean it like…fully.

Alexander is a magnificent guy, and I don’t assume that he says things like that all the time to just anyone. I feel special regardless, and when I take all of him in again, he comes, spurting his come in my mouth as I swallow and lick.

Immediately helping me up, Alexander presses a hot and heavy kiss to my lips before smacking my ass. “You…later.”

My mouth lifts, and I practically walk-skip to the door. Whipping it open, I hold out my hand to take the manila folders from Mills when I flinch backward.

Darkness covers my doorstep, attired in a white tee and dark blue jeans. Long raven hair casually styled on the side of his face with his matching beard, longer than the last time I saw him over a month ago.

Then I notice what’s in his hands.

A bundle of various pink flowers, ones that have fully bloomed and others that were still cocooned in green, lay beautifully in his grip.

My mouth opens to say something, but he reaches for me, hauling me into his tight chest then into the brick siding of my condo.

His lips slam into mine while his hand possessively wraps around the bottom of my chin. His tongue seeks immediate entrance, and I melt against his heat and the hardness of his body.

It doesn’t register at first.

No, it takes a good ten seconds before my brain connects to the rationality and truth that is inside my place right now fixing his pants.

I don’t get to push Bishop away because he does it himself.

He steps back like I just electrocuted him, and recognition dawns on him. He tasted me and, even though I’m quite aware Bishop doesn’t suck dick, he more than likely may have just sampled something that wasn’t me just now.

“Been busy,wife?” he sneers, shoulders tense and bulked out as if he’s about to enter war. I press my spine deeper into the sharp edges of the brick, allowing myself to be reminded that this is what it feels like to continue running back to him.

It’s jagged, uncomfortable, and unforgiving.

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