Page 64 of Lie for a Lie

Seth tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before kissing me rough. I can’t help yelping when he lifts me and heads toward the kitchen table. He bends me over, lifting my t-shirt, seeing I opted for no underwear before I hear the sound of a condom wrapper and feel him tease me with the tip of his cock. He chuckles under his breath before slowly filling me with every inch of him. Stretching me, and I moan in delight. Reaching forward to grip the table. Lifting onto my tiptoes so I can take him deeper.

“Harder.”

I moan. He responds with several rough thrusts that cause the table to move beneath us. The echoes of our sex fill the open space as he adjusts his angle, and I feel him hit my G-spot with each thrust. I moan loudly, feeling the building pleasure, wanting release.

“Fuck,” Seth moans, smacking my ass.

I giggle in response, and he pins me down to the table before leaning down towards my ear.

“Come for me, gorgeous.”

The need in his voice sent me over the edge. Stroke for stroke, I feel the orgasm in every part of my body. I need this release, and the feeling of him finding his release after amplifies the ripples of pleasure echoing through my body. Seth leaves several kisses on my shoulder before pulling out of me. I turn towards him and kiss him. He deepens it before pulling away and pressing our foreheads together.

“I think you should come over for sex and coffee more often,” I say playfully, and he laughs before kissing my cheek.

“You can’t forget the green chili breakfast burritos,” he says with a winded breath.

It is like he is speaking my love language. I kiss him again before pulling away from him completely. I grab the burritos and coffee before nodding towards my bedroom.

I fall asleep with Seth working on his computer next to me. More than once, I wake up and see him and long for more days like this. I have always wanted to be this comfortable with someone, which is what I want more of in our relationship.

When I wake up a few hours later, I ask, half asleep, “What are you working on?”

Seth looks over and smiles.

“A friend of mine asked for some help on their business website. They had an information data leak and didn’t want it to happen again,” he says like a proud father.

It is the first time he has said anything about what he does volunteering.

Only took three months.

“So, you like what you do?”

I decide to see how chatty he is feeling. The softest smile sets on his lips answers the question before his words do.

“I was obsessed with the movie Hackers when I was younger, and this is the closest legal way I can get to do that.”

His laugh is something I have never heard from him before, and I wish he had shown this side of himself more.

“Nobody watched Hackers for the plot, my friend. Angelina was a baby-faced goddess in that movie.”

I laugh and Seth closes his laptop.

“She was my first love.”

His tone seems to almost make something ache in my chest. I know he isn’t thinking of Angelina Jolie anymore.

“Would you tell me about your first love?”

“Why?” Seth asks in a tone that isn’t completely dismissive. More curious.

“I’d tell you about mine. We all have a past, Seth. You have to open up about something at some point.”

“I can’t just share things like you do, Paige.”

“We can talk about whatever you want. I just genuinely wanted to know,” I say, unintentionally pulling away from him before rolling onto my opposite side, my back towards him.

Silence fills the space, and I let out a frustrated sigh before throwing off my covers and heading to the bathroom to pee. His eyes burn into me until I close the bathroom door. After several minutes, I manage to calm down enough to head back to bed. When I open the door. Seth sits, and he reaches his hand to mine. I don’t protest when he pulls me down to sit beside him. Interlacing our fingers, we lean against the now-closed bathroom door.

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