Page 101 of False God

A midnight fantasy come to life.

I climb onto him, squeaking when he flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. I rub over his erection a couple of times, then reach down to guide him inside. My toes curl as I sink down slowly. He feels bigger from this angle. Hits deeper.

My entire being buzzes with impatience, but he’s huge. I won’t be able towalktomorrow if I don’t give my body time to adjust.

Charlie doesn’t touch me. He lounges like a god on a throne, watching me straddle him. But I can feel the tension humming through him. The muscles of his thighs are bunched, the V between his hips flexed so sharply that it looks like an edge you could cut yourself on. And it feels like he’s swelling inside of me, somehow becoming harder and thicker.

I finally manage to take him all, my ass brushing against his balls, so full thatstuffedgains a fresh meaning.

He still doesn’t touch me, watching me work myself up and down, fucking myself on his cock like it’s my personal sex toy.

But the way he’s watching me, like it’s taking all of his restraint to cede control—to not flip me over and rut into me like an animal—makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

That devilish gleam—that burning desire—is what sends me over the edge.

I can’t think.

Can’t talk.

Can’t see.

I justfeel.

And then I fall.

24

The view of Saint-Tropez from the water is stunning. It’s a perfect portrait of summer—sunlight shimmering off the waves surrounding the bobbing boats. Blue skies and blue seas, and the color’s brightness is so startling that I’m not sure why anyone associates it with melancholy.

I associate it with Elizabeth Kensington.

And she’s where my gaze keeps catching, disregarding the rest of the stunning scenery.

Lili is seated at the very end of the diving board that sticks off the stern of the yacht we’re on. Wearing a white one-piece, her dark hair blowing around in a wild halo.

She walked out there about ten minutes ago. Rather than jumping, she sat. And she’s been perched at the end ever since, her head tilted back so her face is angled toward the sun.

If I still had a trust fund, I’d spend it all to find out what Lili’s thinking about right now.

“Lili! You scared?”

Tripp and Jasper dived into the ocean a few minutes ago. They’re treading water beneath the diving board now.

“That might have worked when we were kids,” she calls back to Tripp. “I’m sunbathing.”

“Well, I’m jumping,” Jasper announces. “So, get in or get off.”

Lili waits until they climb the ladder to execute a perfect swan dive from the ten-foot drop.

She stays under for longer than I expect. I tense, only relaxing when her head breaks the surface. Right by the ladder, an impressive distance from where she entered the water.

“We get it, show-off,” Hugo says as Lili climbs onto the boat. “You were swim team captain.”

“Not my fault you’re afraid of sharks.”

“Everyone’safraid of sharks,” Hugo replies. “Some people are just more aware of it.”

Bridget snorts. She’s sprawled out on the full length of the cushion next to mine, reading a book. So am I, one of two I brought.

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