Page 90 of Never Tell Lies

“Am I doing this right?” he asked and I kissed him in response.

When he was done, I returned the favour. He sat on the bench so I could reach him better. I stood between his legs and he nuzzled between my breasts as I massaged shampoo into his hair. His hands cupped my backside, kneading and squeezing it, a low rumble of appreciation emanating from his throat as he reacquainted himself with my body. I washed the suds from his hair, brushing it back from his face so I could drink him in. I traced the contours of his cheek bones, the faint lines around his eyes, committing him to memory.

He pulled me into his lap and I curled into him as water rained down on us. I pressed my lips to his and he responded with a passion unlike anything I’d ever felt. Would it always be like this? Would we always have this insatiable need for one another? Part of me hoped it would never stop. The other part of me was afraid I wouldn’t survive it.

“I need you again,” I murmured against his mouth. Without words he picked me up and pressed me up against the wall. He entered me quickly and it barely hurt at all this time.

I clung onto him, my face buried in his neck, allowing him to enjoy my body. He gripped my backside with one hand, and the other slammed against the tiles and curled into a fist.

“Alfie,” I whined and he plunged into me again, once, twice, panting hard.

“Come with me, Lo.” I orgasmed almost silently, my body racked with pleasure as he spurted inside me, filling me withwarmth. “Mine.” I didn’t know whether he was telling me or himself. Maybe we both needed the confirmation.

Thirty-One

Alfie and I were laying on his bed, kissing softly when his phone rang.

“Leave it,” I moaned as he untangled himself from me.

“I do have a company to run, Lola.”

I listened to him talk; there was some sort of emergency at Harrington and I prayed that he’d tell whoever it was to go away, then throw his phone out of the window and come and ravish me all over again.

He didn’t.

Instead he told them that he was on his way. I sighed. Our love bubble day was over. Monday morning was always going to come, I just didn’t expect it to come on Sunday afternoon.

Alfie hung up the phone and turned to look at me. “We need to go.”

I sat up, the sheets slipping around my waist, baring my breasts. “What? Why do I need to come? Can’t I stay here?”

“No, I want you with me. Go and get dressed. We’ll shop on the way for something more appropriate for you to wear. Actually I should just have a wardrobe brought here for you.” He was already heading into his closet as he spoke so he missed my arched eyebrow.

“Sure, Sugar Daddy. Can I have a condo too?” I called after him. He stuck his head out of the closet, a brow lifted. “And diamonds too, Sugar Daddy, I just love diamonds.”

“Enough. What’s the problem?”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I wasn’t. I was just telling you what I want you to do.”

Patience, Lola.

“There’s a big difference between asking me to come with you and ordering me to. Of course I’ll come with you if you really want, but you’re not buying me clothes.”

“Why not?”

“Because you aren’t my Sugar Daddy.” I lifted a hand before he could argue. “We can stop at my house on the way. I’ll get changed there.” I got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me.

“Lola, wait.” He grabbed my arm before I could leave. “We need to fix this.”

“It’s fixed, Alfie. You just made a mistake.” He backed off a little, suspicion in his beautiful eyes. “And a very wise woman told me recently that people don’t come gift wrapped.” I gave him a reassuring smile but when I tried to leave again, he stopped me once more.

“We need to make up first.”

“We don’t need to…oh.” His hand dove between my legs for the hundredth time that day, his middle finger expertly stroking my clitoris. A whimper escaped my lips as I clung to him. He pressed me against the wall and lifted my leg to give himself better access to me. I moaned loudly as he pressed two fingers into me and began to work me with perfect precision.

“Alfie…”

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