Page 48 of Secrets & Lies

“I can show you hard anytime,” he growled, low and deep.

Oh, man, his voice was doing things to me. I exhaled sharply, thinking about what he’d feel like. His chest was hard under my fingers this afternoon, and if the rest of him was the same…Man, oh man, I needed to stop this now.

“Are you feeling shy all of a sudden? You can text it if that’s easier. But understand, if you fail to do so, there’ll be consequences, and I can think of several fun ones for you.”

Typical Alek. Started out sweet and considerate, and then he had to go and ruin it. Which only reminded me that his primary goal was to get me in his bed. Nothing more, nothing less. The date was a way in for him.

“You and your consequences,” I scoffed.

“Can I tell you something? I almost hope you don’t answer. I have something special in mind for you, kitten.”

Now he was just making fun of me. I suddenly felt ashamed of myself.Why am I even engaging him like this? All it was doing was sending mixed signals. No wonder he wouldn’t leave me alone. It angered me on a different level.

“You and your stupid games. What’s next, old man? Spin the bottle? And there’s no need to text. I have no issue telling you I like to befuckedby nonmental, non-Reaper creepers, and men who aren’t potentially narcissistic. Specific enough for you?”

I hung up my phone and turned it off. Making sure my curtains were closed, I removed my towel and changed. It took me forever to get to sleep, and when I did, I dreamed about him.

Ididn’t answer one of his never-ending personal questions, and my consequence was dancing for him in only my panties.

His song choice—and of course he would choose something about fucking—Tank’s “When We,” began playing. I danced for him, and as the song ended, he took me over to the bed, pushed me down, and pulled my panties off.

“Be a good girl and touch yourself,” he commanded.

I heard myself saying “Yes, Sir” as my hand began playing with my nipples.

He stood watching me, taking deep breaths. I let my hands trail down my stomach, his eyes following the progression. I started with slow, small circles on my clit. Having him watch me turned me on wildly, making me move my fingers faster, with more pressure, seeking release.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his breathing became irregular. He wanted me, and I loved having him watch me like this. My breath caught in my throat as the pulsing in my clit and the heat between my thighs grew intense.

As he climbed onto the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the softness of the mattress beneath me, sinking into it as if being enveloped in a warm embrace. Suddenly, he crawled over me like a wolf, his eyes burning with desire as he regarded me as his prey.

He growled low in his throat, sending shivers down my spine, and my heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. His hands caressed my neck and breasts, each touch sending a wave of heat through me, while his lips followed the same pattern, tracing a path of desire along my skin.

The sensation was overwhelming, my body responding eagerly to his every touch, and I could feel myself losing control as the rising tide of passion threatened to consume me.

I pushed my chest into his hands, begging for more. His lips latched on to one of my nipples, and a ripple of pleasure shot through me. My fingers found his silky-smooth hair and tugged as he drew my nipple deeper into his mouth. My voice bounced off the walls as I cried out his name.

He pushed my legs wide with his body, his voice erotic as he said, “Spread your thighs nice and wide for me, kitten.”

His gaze zeroed in on the spot between my legs, then his head was between them. His tongue swirled over and around my clit as I arched my back, moaning. It felt so fucking amazing. He sucked on my clit feverishly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His hands gripped my ass hard, lifting my legs and tossing them over his shoulders. The silky strands of his hair tangled between my fisted grip once more. A shiver rippled through me as he flattened his tongue and ran it down the length of me, pulling back. I could barely breathe. It was so intense.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged him.

His mouth descended once more, and the familiar feeling of my impending orgasm continued to build and then finally crested. I cried out his name once more as he sucked me. The intensity of my orgasm finally burst through me, racking my body.

I woke up instantly, panting as I lay on my stomach with both hands in my panties. Feeling shame, as I did whenever I touched myself, I rolled over on the bed. I vowed I was officially done engaging him. He was invading my dreams, and that scared me.

I looked at my clock, finding it was still early. Knowing sleep would not come again, I got up, made my way into the bathroom, and showered, then got ready for the day shift at the café.

Grabbing my things, I headed for the door, startling when it rattled with a knock. I checked the peephole and found it was Marcus. Sighing, I opened it.

“Good morning. I have this for you.” He stood there holding a large box and a small gift bag.

“Come in, then,” I said, not wanting to argue in front of the neighbor across the way who was being nosey.

“I’ve been instructed to ensure you open the package,” he commanded.

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