Page 64 of Never Kiss and Tell

Slipping my hand in his shorts, I grip him in my fingers andstroke.

Holy shit. It’s larger than I’ve felt before and I know it would feel even bigger inside me. It’s intimidating, but so tempting, especially when Charlie whispers against my ear.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl, Bailey. Stroke me,” he rasps, sucking on the lobe of my ear.

I do, moving my hand faster until I’m matching the pace of his fingers. My body is tightening, hips moving against his fingers of their own volition.

“Your cunt’s so fucking tight,” he murmurs, bringing his lips back to kiss me. “I can feel you ready to come.”

I nod, desperate to feel him.

“Charlie,” I whisper against his lips. “I want more.”

It’s the first time I’m admitting it to myself or to him and I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it’s true. Iwanthim to take me to his bed.

“I know, baby,” he grunts, sealing his eyes shut. “We can’t.”

In this moment, I can’t even remember why we don’t like each other. It’s dangerous. Destructive.

“Fuck,Bailey. I need you to come, princess.”

“Please don’t stop,” I whimper, clinging to him as the first waves of my orgasm flow through me.

“Just like that, baby,” he groans, moving faster over my clit. “Come for me.”

White light shoots across my vision and everything seems to stop right before pleasure so intense it almost hurts shoots through me. My thighs tremble and a moan tears from my throat, so loud, I’m sure the neighbors probably heard it.

“Yes,Bailey. Fuck . . .” Charlie stills and a deep, rumblinggrowl comes from him as he shoots thick bands into my hand. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching this man come.

My body shakes from the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had when Charlie brings his lips back to mine, kissing me like I’m precious to him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he grunts against my lips, making my stomach dip. I still want him and I can feel his cock still hard against me, barely softening, at all.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore, Charlie,” I whisper, slipping his cock out of his shorts. He jerks in my grasp, pressing his forehead against mine. “No one needs to know but us.”

He groans, and wraps his hand around mine, moving me over him again. “Fuck, I’m going to break all my rules with you.” He grips my shorts and tugs them to the side, running the head of his cock through my folds.

Just as he aligns himself at my entrance, a throat clears from the side of the pool and reality comes crashing down around us.

Tom stands there, watching us with a strange look in his eyes. I gasp and Charlie instantly drops me, thankfully putting himself in front of me so I can right my clothes.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Tom?” Charlie snaps, clearly pissed.

“I’m sorry,” Tom murmurs, at least having the decency to look embarrassed. How long has he been standing there? Tears well in my eyes, burning down my cheeks. Tom will tell Andi and Andi will fucking hate me for trying to sleep with her brother. God, what kind of friend am I?

Guilt consumes me and all I want to do is go inside and go to sleep.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. Your sister sent me over for a check to the caterers.”

Charlie doesn’t turn to look at me. “Go to bed, Bailey.”

As if to add insult to injury, he’s so cold now. Nothing like the man who just told me I was pretty. Before I can make an emotional fool out of myself, I nod and move toward the stairs. I don’t say anything either, because then my voice might crack.

So, I make my way to the house, go inside, and don’t say a damn word. I take a shower and slip into my bed before allowing myself to break down and cry myself to sleep.

Bailey

If I thought things were awkward between Charlie and I before, now they border on unbearable. We don’t talk — at all — the next day at work. Occasionally, I catch him watching me from across the room, but there’s nothing there. No heat, no hatred, and definitely not any affection. Just cold, icy indifference. I think that’s worse than hate.

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