Page 116 of Never Kiss and Tell

He chuckles, his lips curling up at the sides.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you thinking that I’d hurt you.”

“You’re at perfect liberty to sleep with whoever you want,” I murmur, though the sentence tastes sour. “Just leave me out of it.”

He shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. We made a deal.”

Well, thanks for that.

He takes a step toward me, reaching for me and taking my fingers in his.

“Would it make a difference if I told you I don’t want anyone else?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat.

Again, that makes two of us.

“We’re supposed to hate each other.”

“I think I’m doing a pretty good job of hating myself on my own.”

I smile, despite myself, letting him pull me toward him. I let his safety cage me and, even if just for a moment, I don’t worry about the future. A future where he isn’t in it seems bleak suddenly.

“I know this is going to end,” he says, his gaze darkening. “But I’ll make good on my word.”

End. I don’t know why thathurtsme so much. It hits me likea brick in the chest. In that moment, I come to the stark realization that I don’t want it to end. If I could freeze time, I would.

Aiming to lighten the mood, I laugh, taking him in. “You’re soaked.”

He laughs with me — a real laugh. His shirt clings to every line in his stomach and my mouth waters. His jeans — the dreaded wet denim — are dripping wet where the water hits them.

“You did this.” He grabs me by the shoulders and maneuvers me under the spray of water when I shiver. The warmth chases away the goosebumps on my skin. Leaning forward, he kisses me gently, his tongue sliding across mine.

“How did you get out of work?” I ask against his lips.

“Told Dad it was an emergency and left.”

My hands slide down his chest, marveling in every rigid inch of him.

Without warning, I drop to my knees.

His eyes flare and he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“You don’t need to do that,” he murmurs darkly. He caresses my face, his thumb hooking onto my bottom lip and tugging. I nip the pad of his thumb and he lets out a sharp breath.

“How else do I thank you for my gift?” I smirk, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to free his cock. His erection stands in front of me, painfully hard and a bead of precum oozes out of the tip. I take him in my hand and run my tongue over the slit, tasting him without giving him any time to gather himself.

Charlie’s head falls back and he lets out a deep groan. I meethis gaze, the heat of his eyes spreading down my stomach and into my core. I lave my tongue around his head, watching his abs draw tight through the soaking wet material of his shirt.

And then I slide him into my mouth.

“Fuck . . .” he hisses, his eyes boring into mine. “So fucking perfect.”

I moan in appreciation and the sound vibrates through his cock. He fists my hair, not pushing me, but guiding me. I let him, sliding my tongue over the hard vein in the underside of his cock.

Charlie’s face darkens and he looks like an impatient God, all power and sheer dominance.

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