Page 31 of The Lies We Told Ourselves

He searched my eyes for a moment, and then he smiled that smile that made my insides set on fire.

Booker’s hands wrapped around my waist, and he picked me up so my legs wrapped around his hips. “Then let me show you how true that is,” he said, kissing me as he did.

Booker strode across the kitchen, sitting me down on the kitchen table, his hands coming to my jeans as he opened the fastening.

“Lift,” he instructed, and I lifted my hips so he could push my jeans and panties down along with them.

Booker’s lips came back to mine and smothered the groan that left my mouth as he took that opportunity to push his tongue inside my mouth.

There was no fight for dominance when it came to me and Booker. I was absolute putty in his hands. I trusted him.

My hands came to the edge of his undershirt, and I pulled it off, breaking away from his lips so he could take it off.

Booker was the most perfect man I’d ever seen, and for a moment, I trailed my fingers across his abs. “It’s not fair that you look like this,” I told him. “But I’m very glad that you do.”

His head fell back as he laughed, and I took the opportunity to quickly unfasten his jeans. He looked at me wryly, the corner of his lips twitching as he took over, slowly sliding the zipper down as I panted over him like a dog in heat.

But I was sadly disappointed when he stopped, leaving the jeans hanging open and not taking them off like I was desperate for him to do.

Instead, he pulled off my shirt and then ran his fingers across the edges of the lace on my bra before he pulled it down, exposing my breasts and licking his lips.

“It’s not fair that you look like this,” he whispered, looking back up into my eyes. “But I’m very glad that you do.” His fingersgently trailed across the yellowing bruising on my ribs then, and his expression turned sad. “I hate this, though.”

“I know.” My hands came to his cheeks, and I kissed him gently. “But that’s all in the past now.”

He nodded firmly in agreement. “Lie back, baby. Let me show you how a man is supposed to treat his woman.”

I laid back against the cold wood of the table. Booker gently picked up each of my ankles, putting my feet on the tabletop and spreading my legs wide.

He looked at me like a starving man facing his first-ever meal and licked his lips. His fingers trailed across my wet core and my back arched at just the slightest touch.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Reece,” he told me as he pulled up his chair and sat down. “And when I’m done, you won’t even remember his name.”

Booker ducked his head down and licked a line up my core. My hips shot up off the tabletop, and he gripped my hips, putting me back in place. I lifted my head off the wood and peered down my body at him, and he grinned.

“Stay still, baby. I’ve got work to do.”

And work he did. Booker slid two fingers inside me, making me gasp as his tongue went straight to my clit, teasing that little bundle of nerves as he worked his fingers in and out of me, hooking them up to brush against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

He brought me to the edge again and again until my head was thrashing from side to side as I whimpered and begged for him to let me come.

“Please, please, Booker. I need it. I need it.”

“Patience, baby,” he crooned, kissing the inside of my thigh as his thumb came to my clit and worked me up into a frenzy once more. “I’ve got you. I’m going to make it so good for you that you’re going to fly.”

“Fly? I swear if you keep teasing me, I’m going to kick you in the face,” I panted.

I felt like I was vibrating. My skin was on fire, and every part of my body sang a tune that only Booker could play. I’d never experienced this before, and I was almost afraid of what would happen when he finally let me come.

“There’s the fire that I want to see,” he murmured before his head dropped between my legs and he sucked my clit between his lips. “Now come for me, Reece,” he whispered against my core.

Booker pumped his fingers faster inside me as he worked my clit with the flat of his tongue. His free hand wrapped around my thigh as he pushed my pussy against his face and feasted.

I swear my heart stopped. It skipped a beat as I balanced on the edge of what Booker had brought to life inside me. Every muscle inside me pulled taut as the inevitable rushed toward me.

And then I snapped.

My back arched as I screamed. Pleasure flashed through every nerve of my body, setting me on fire with white-hot flames of ecstasy.

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