Page 76 of Never Kiss and Tell

“You want to fuck my mouth, baby?” she asks, her eyes smiling up at me as she takes me in her hand. She flicks the tip with her tongue, rolling it around. I try to close my eyes, but every time I do, images of Bailey on her knees flash through my mind. I lean forward, placing my palm flat against the wall a little too aggressively.

My cock starts to harden, just from sheer force of will and I let out a sharp breath.

“Just like that,” I urge. I try to force myself to focus on the moment, feel how eager Morgan is to please me, feel her soft mouth swallowing my cock, but it refuses to cooperate. I can taste Bailey; I can hear her soft moans as I fucked her with my fingers in the pool.

“Please, Charlie,”Bailey’s voice begged.

I’m on the verge of coming, succumbing to my thoughts and letting Bailey carry me there, but a sharp rap at the front door breaks through the haze.

A voice comes through the door and I only catch one word.Police.

“What the fuck?” Morgan gasps, clambering to her feet.

“Goddammit, Bailey,” I mutter under my breath, my blood sizzling. I tuck myself back in my jeans and head to the front door. Sure enough, four cops stand outside, their flashlights trained on me as soon as I open the door.

I hold my hands up, instructing Morgan to do the same thing behind me.

“New Orleans Police Department, we got a call from a neighbor for suspicious banging,” an officer says, shining aflashlight in my face. “Can you tell me your name.”

“Charlie Coulter. I live here,” I say, gritting my teeth. I should have known Bailey would have something up her fucking sleeve.

“Can you step out here and show me some I.D.?” the cop asks and I oblige. They get my wallet out of the back of my pocket and sit me on the steps beside Morgan. Suddenly, I don’t even want to look at her.

“Okay, your neighbor called and said she thought you weren’t home. She heard suspicious pounding on the wall and thought she should call.”

“Are you kidding me?” Morgan snaps, rolling her eyes. “What kind of psycho neighbors do you have?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

Bailey

The officers ask Charlie a series of questions, which I can faintly hear through the front door. Part of me swells with triumph that I interrupted him and whoever the girl was that he brought home. The other half — the rational half — is embarrassed that I reacted in such a way.

See it through, my mind tells me. Play the dumb blonde everyone thinks you are and no one will suspect a thing.

When the officers come my way, rapping on the door in front of me, I force a couple deep breaths before opening it.

“Hi, ma’am,” a cute officer with a nice smile says. “We spoke to the owner. Looks like he came home earlier than he had originally intended.”

I pretend to let out a sigh of relief, covering my heart.

“Thank God. I was just so worried someone had broken in. I would hate for him to be robbed, especially when I’m home to stop it.”

“Fucking bitch,” I hear the girl murmur and I suppress anervous laugh. Whoever she is, she’s sassy. If she stays, the only thing I can hope for is that she chews Charlie out better than I could dream of.

The officers excuse themselves, piling back into their cars. I meet Charlie’s eyes and my body shakes. He’s livid, rightfully so, but I won’t apologize. It was a dick move. His dick for my heart. He can afford to miss out on one orgasm.

I shut the door, not bothering to speak to Charlie, or his angry date, and pad back to the kitchen.

I make some instant coffee, all I have because I don’t know how to work the crazy French press thing Andi put in the cabinet. I pour too much creamer in it for the caffeine to have any effect on me and lean back against the counter.

My phone pings and I almost don’t look at it. I know what it will be. Still, curiosity kills the cat, though and I snatch it off the counter like I’m waiting on a call from the Prince of Egypt.

Charlie: Get over here. Now.

A shiver runs up my spine and I pull my coffee closer. He’s not the boss of me.

However, I did call the cops on him. Avoiding him would just be admitting I’m guilty.

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