Page 100 of The Truths that Deceive

She gasps and clutches at my arm, and so I slow because she’s tight, getting tighter as blood rushes and makes her sensitive walls swell. I don’t want her to come.

I want her to stay on the cusp.

I want to toy with my pretty, delicious prey.

The intimate chase shifts and twists into something new. I’m taunting her, leading her to me and holding everything she wants just out of reach. Her orgasm is mine, and I dangle it, playing with her.

“Confronting her,” I whisper as I lick her earlobe, “will get you nowhere. She thinks he’s dead. What are you going to do? Announce who you are?”

“She… oh fuck… she was with…”

I lick just inside her ear and her cunt spasms once, twice, Ipull back and let the peak slide back down to a simmer. “With the senator. Your mentor. And you thought what? Confront them both with one stone? We both know what he wants, don’t we?”

She looks up at me, so close that her breath bleeds heat onto my skin, and the faint scent of scotch tickles my senses. Her silence is a damning yes.

And she’s caught, tangled in everything.

“Why does he know her?” Calista asks, not answering. “He might know where her husband is.”

“Sweetheart…” I stop, stroke her into, shifting my fingers so I’ve also got her ass involved, and she thrusts against them at both ends, slowly coming apart.

Her damn husband’s dead. But I don’t push it. “Riley’s got a noose, and he wants to see how well you’re going to fit it on yourself for him. Because you walk up to him in front of someone else and he’ll wrap it right around your neck. You’re a fucking gift. If he brings you in…”

“No, he wouldn’t do that.”

I’m not so fucking sure. But I just shift, pressing against her as her hips move, my erection something she can’t ignore as I slowly work my fingers. She gasps and bites my shoulder.

“Oh my God.”

“You’re spinning wheels. Besides, you’ve got other issues, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll lose the ability to speak.”

“Smith…”

I work her, pumping into her, stretching both holes and she’s teetering, losing herself. “Were you going to blow up everything by telling this woman who you are?”

She’s slipping, drowning in sensation. Her fingers loosen and she’s pushing and pumping,grinding with her hips.

But from somewhere, she finds herself, her strength, and her head snaps up.

“Code!”

I almost laugh because she really is something amazing.

She did, however, use her safe word.

I pull free and step back to lean on the other side of the door, facing Calista. “I’m not touching. Just listening. Well? Were you?”

“I don’t know. I needed to do something.”

“What do you think that would do?”

“Maybe she knows?—”

“Where he is? If he’s alive…” I almost tell her what Mercer told me, but at the last minute I don’t. It gives me a bargaining chip, something to play with. “I’ll help you, but otherwise…”

“What?”

“Spin your wheels until it’s time for us to make a move. Tonight’s info gathering, okay?”

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