Page 33 of With This Lie

“You know what? I don’t even know what you do for work. How has that not come up?” she asks.

I search my few memories and realize we never talked about it. “Well, it’s nothing fancy, really. I’m a buyer for a construction company. I source raw materials and get deals and arrange shipments. It’s all very boring but it pays the bills,” I say.

“That doesn’t seem boring,” she says.

“You don’t have to be nice,” I say.

“Oh, I’m not,” she says, shooting me that look she does. Brooding, heavy eyes. Lips parted.

This is the look that drives me wild. “You know, this bath is missing one thing,” I say.

She looks around the tub, confused. “What?”

“You,” I say.

She smiles at me. “You’re smooth.” She folds her arms over her chest.

I make a pouty face and push my bottom lip out. “Please?”

Without a word, she stands up and drops her robe. She steps in, one foot on each side of me and sits down, straddling me. “Like this?” she asks.

“I think you forgot to take something off,” I say, looping my thumb into her panty line and tugging a bit.

“Oh no, those stay. I don’t want you getting any ideas,” she says, grinning at me.

“So, I’m just supposed to sit here and have a conversation with you with your breasts right in my face, and not want you?” I ask.

“Basically,” she says.

I wrap my hand into her hair and pull her face down to mine. “Well, that’s just evil,” I say. I press my lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. I press my tongue to hers and it sends a wave of adrenaline over me.

She pushes her fingers through my hair and pulls me into her. My hands travel down her back and cup her ass. I’m hard against her and she grinds down into me, letting me know she feels it too. She pulls her lips from mine.

“I want you, Lucas,” she whispers into my ear.

And it’s all I need to come completely unhinged. I hold her in place and sit up, letting her get up from my lap. I stand in the bathtub and pull her against me for another kiss. I step out and turn to grab her. I wrap her legs around me and take her into her bedroom.

“Your bed is going to get wet,” I say, just before I throw her down on it. I climb on top of her gently, leaning down to kiss the small soft space between her tits. I kiss her collarbone and hear her moan. I kiss her neck and chin and make my way to her mouth. I part her lips with my tongue. I reach down with my hand and trail my fingers over her belly button and into her panties. I touch her and feel her body arch in response. She kisses me deeper and I tease her more. Her fingers grip the sheets and I can see she’s close. I pull away and she moans again.

“Tease,” she says.

I kiss the tip of her nose. “I don’t want you to go like that,” I say.

“How do you want me to go?” she asks.

“Like this,” I say, pushing myself into her. She arches again, moaning softly. I push into her over and over again and watch her face twist with pleasure. She digs her fingers into my back, and we are gone, both climbing, both focused on one thing.

“Oh my god,” she says.

I feel her release and instantly react. I shudder and gasp and let myself go. I collapse into her. We wrap our arms around each other and I fall to the side, bringing her with me. Now we are lying side by side facing each other, a tangled mess.

“That was brilliant,” she says. “Just brilliant.”

“Agreed,” I say, still catching my breath. We lie like this for a little while, my fingers stroking her neck and face. I don’t know how much time goes by before she breaks the peaceful silence.

“Do you have to go?” she asks, careful not to point out why.

We both know. But I don’t want to go. Not this time. I don’t want to leave this place. “Actually, I can stay. If you want,” I say.

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