Page 61 of Lie for a Lie

“Want to dance?” I ask Graham with a soft smile, heading towards the dance floor. Hearing the sound of a glass hitting the bar behind me before I feel him wrap me in his arms as the next song begins to play, and I can’t help the butterflies suddenly making me panic.

Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” comes on as we make it to the dance floor. Pulling Graham closer and focusing on just dancing, losing myself in the song as I grind and pop my ass across his lap. His arms wrap firmly around my waist as the other grips my hip.

I roll my body into his, reach my hand into his curls, and pull slightly as I grind harder on his lap. Basically, dry humping the fuck out of him in the middle of the dance floor. The music begins to fade in my memory, and all there is me and him in this moment. I have my breath in perfect unison with his, and a new craving in my soul begins to bloom as my heart pounds in my ears.

As the first beat of Latch, featuring Sam Smith’s smooth vocals begin to filter through the club I turn to face him, somehow pulling him closer, feeling every part of his body on mine. Graham doesn’t seem to mind wrapping me tightly against him, and I notice this pattern of whispering kisses across my exposed skin whenever he turns away from my face.

I can’t help but bite my lip and moan softly with every kiss. His hands gripping my ass firmly, and I lean into it, craving him. I’m unsure if it is the shots of whiskey I’ve had or my primal attraction to him that leaves me wanting more. Our lips barely miss the other, but neither of us pulls away. My chest feels heavy as I look at Graham’s beautiful ocean eyes. It’s too much.

“Another round?”

I can feel the desire for him dripping in my tone as I lean toward Graham’s ear. He kisses my cheek and nods before taking my hand and paying for my drinks for the rest of the night.

Chapter 30

Paige

Ican still feel his hands all over every inch of my body. Feel the small, soft, barely their kisses that caressed my skin all night long. Knowing the sounds of our shared breath and the movement of our bodies as one on that dance floor are so much more than either of us is letting it be. Even after trying to find different partners, we kept finding each other.

We danced and touched each other for hours before the four of us finally got an Uber and returned to the condo. I linger in my bedroom doorway before heading to bed, fighting thoughts about inviting Graham for a sleepover to see if this passion is real or a cruel joke.

I let out a sigh before tossing myself restlessly in the bed. Lost in thought of what if our shared breath turns into shared moans of pleasure. I am so sexually attracted to Graham that my body is physically aching.

I finally decide to give in to the thought of Graham’s soft lips kissing behind my ear and down my neck and reach down to my soaked pussy. I moan softly, imagining grabbing Graham’s firm cock and pumping him as he kisses me deeply. Of how thick his cock would feel filling me. I rub my clit slowly, wishing it was Graham’s tongue. Teasing and tasting me until I come riding his face. Tasting myself on his lips as he fucks me passionately. Hungrily. Greedily.

I reach over to my nightstand, pull out my vibrator, and set it to my favorite combination. It’s almost intoxicating to lose myself in the fantasy of face fucking his perfect jawline into oblivion. I have to make myself come twice before I can even function.

I had never met a guy who turned me on like this, and I needed some water to settle myself. I head towards the kitchen, lingering on Graham asleep on the couch.

I attempt to stay quiet but can’t resist the urge to look at him on the way back to my room. I want to sleep tucked into his arms. I am tired of fighting and not facing what I feel for him. If he weren’t here, I would have just FaceTime him, anyway.

I go over and let my fingers gently play with his curls. I can see he is shirtless on my couch half covered in a blanket. So, I squat so we were face to face.

“Can I lay down with you?”

His eyes flutter open, and he hesitates, focusing on me before smiling softly and opening his arms. I suck in my bottom lip slightly as he pulls me into his chest, and I rub my nose slightly down his throat before looking up to see his eyes locked on me. I decide to drown.

Closing the little distance between us, I wrap my leg around his middle. His hand immediately grips my hip, and I feel my chest nearly explode when he finally leans down and places his lips softly to mine. I part my lips in response as he moans like I am the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

It makes our kisses greedier, and I can’t help but feel deep down in my core that I am so fucked. As much as I know I should pull away, I just lose myself. I feel his hands grip my ass possessively my hands tangle in his curls. His lips bruise mine and his rather interested cock brushes against me through his briefs.

I want him.

Before either of us can process what is happening, he is trying to pull off my shirt, and my fingers are dancing along the hem of his briefs. My fingertips barely caress the tip of his cock before I pull away or I will be sleeping with him. Both of us seem to be having to take some seriously heavy breaths as his hand settles near my hips.

“Hold me in bed until I fall asleep?” I ask breathlessly, finally reaching for his hand as I look up towards him, kissing each of his fingers. He is looking at me with love-drunk eyes, and I have never felt so strongly for someone in my life as I do for him at that moment.

“I’d like that,” he manages breathlessly before placing a trace of a kiss on my lips. I linger a moment longer before pulling him off the couch and towards my room.

We both linger in the doorway momentarily before he walks us towards the bed, pulling back my comforter and climbing in. He looks so massive on the small queen, and I can’t help but laugh before climbing in with him. He pulls me tightly into his arms.

I can feel him smell my hair before I feel a few bruising kisses on the top of my head. I drown in the feeling of him playing with my hair and the smell of him all around me until I drift off.

I have no idea how long we stay holding each other before I wake up alone. Part of me wonders if I have imagined the whole thing before realizing I can smell Graham on my sheets. Part of me feels shattered waking up alone. It’s probably for the best.

I sit up, and that’s when I see a handwritten note on the nightstand. I smile to myself and pick up the piece of paper.

Paige,

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