Page 1 of Filthy Liar

CHAPTER

ONE

DILLION

Fingertips slowly glideup my hip, moving to my side, and then curl around the front of my throat. I let out an exhaled breath. I know I should gasp at the feel of a man’s fingers anywhere on my body because I live alone, and it’s the middle of the night.

But I don’t.

Because I know who it is… or at least I know of the person. It’s my secret lover. I may not know what he looks like, but I know the feel of him, and I know the way he makes me feel, too.

Amazing.

Beautiful.

Sexy.

Alive.

And I don’t even know his name.

His mouth touches the spot right below the back of my earlobe. His tongue swirls there, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. If I could think, I would probably tell my mouth to cry out, but I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t even breathe.

He’s good.

So good.

The fingers around my neck flex before he slides his hand down the center of my chest. His rough, calloused palm slips between my breasts and then right to the sweet spot—between my thighs.

Good god.

So good.

His fingers swirl around my clit, then two of them slip inside of me. The good thing about not knowing a damn thing about this man is that I have nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to him.

I can be who I want to be. Move the way I want to move. He can’t see my small breasts, my stomach roll, or the cellulite on my thighs. I don’t have to look him in the eye when the sun comes up.

It’s always dark outside, and we’re always in my room.

He’s always gone before the sun rises.

I have nothing to hide from him. I have nothing to impress him with and nothing to be shy about. I wouldn’t even know him if I passed him in the street. So, my inhibitions vanish the moment he appears in my darkened room.

Gone.

I’m sure that I should ask questions about who he is and how he managed to get into my house, but that would be about three months too late. It’s the weirdest arrangement I think I’ve ever been party to.

He broke into my house one night. I didn’t hear him. Didn’t know he was even in my room until his mouth was between my legs. I was already on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall over.

I didn’t stop him.

How could I?

What man voluntarily eats you out? I figured he couldn't be half-bad, and honestly, I thought that maybe it was someone Iknew. Maybe someone from the past, although I can’t imagine anyone from my past being so damn good or nice.

It wasn’t until I reached up and cupped his cheeks as he slid inside of me. Until I felt the short hair on his face, then slid my fingers through the longer strands of hair on his head, that I realized I didn’t know a single man with longer hair and a beard.

But I was already gone for—completely and totally.

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