Page 120 of Tangled In Lies

The nipple piercing glints in the dim light like it’s waiting for me. I circle it with my tongue then bite his nipple gently. When Phoenix hisses, I do it again, this time also tugging a little at it.

Moving back, I stare straight at the tattoo over his heart. The compass tattoo. No matter how often I told myself it couldn’t be true, here’s the proof. Staring straight back at me. It bears a striking resemblance to my pendant, but it’s so much more than that. Not just bigger but also more fleshed out. The details of the lines and arrows are amazing. Magnificent. Like him.

One day, I’ll ask him about it.

But that day is not today.

Yet I can’t help myself and press a kiss right in the center of it.

Phoenix groans, his erection hard against my stomach, distracting me enough that I trail my way back down his torso.

I kiss him over the fabric of his dress pants, gliding my nose up and down the length of his hard cock.

And there’s a lot of it.

“Eve, I . . . fuck.”

At first, I thought we’d go at each other like starved animals, and he’d just take me right there in the bathroom. On the counter, on the floor. I didn’t even care as long as I could have him.

Something happened today when I heard that melody in my head.

It’s like it unlocked a part of myself I wasn’t privy to for the last three years.

It was hidden under a mountain of guilt and regret so big it wasn’t strong enough to fight its way out.

Now, it’s like a veil has been lifted in front of me.

I almostdiedtwo weeks ago.Wealmost died two weeks ago.

And I’m tired of holding back, of missing out. I’m not sure what this is between us, but I know he’s the reason I feel more complete and alive than I have in so long. And I want more of it. So much more. I want all of it. All of him.

Unable to wait a second longer, I undo Phoenix’s belt and zipper and push down his pants along with his boxers, gasping when his cock springs free. The urgency from earlier returns, and I lower my mouth on him without any preamble.

“Fucking hell.” The noises that escape Phoenix are my new brand of aphrodisiac.

My corresponding arousal pulsates deep in my core.

His hands go into my hair, brushing it away from my face and holding it back inone fist.

I can’t get enough of him. The sight of him in front of me. His large frame towering over me, his big cock in my mouth, so hot and smooth. His fist in my hair. It’s such an intoxicating combination my clit buzzes.

“Eve . . . fuck . . . stop.” He pulls at my hair.

My scalp sears in pain when I try to move forward on his cock.

“Sorry, but I need a minute. It’s been a while.” He lets go of me and steps back.

His cock springs free from my mouth, and he closes his eyes to take several deep inhales. I watch in amazement. He appears almost as affected by me as I am by him, like I’m his undoing just as much as he is mine.

My heart thumps wildly at the possibility.

Despite wanting to test his restraint once again, I lean back and sit on my feet. A whimper escapes my lips when I accidentally graze my clit, and his eyes immediately zone in on me.

He sweeps his thumb over my cheek, then my lips. “Look at you being such a good girl and waiting patiently.”

“Phoenix.” I seem unable to do anything but make noises and say his name.

His previous words finally filter through my haze.It’s been a while.Did he mean what I think he meant?

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