Page 61 of Deception

“Best behaviour.” I nod at Mom while I get up and tug Lucy to her feet with me.

It doesn’t matter whether we’re marrying for the right reasons. Whether we are a couple by choice or because of the way life has gotten all twisted. None of that matters as I kiss her. With my lips pressed to hers, I mould my hand to her face and breathe her in as deep as I can. After almost four weeks together in the mountains, the last twenty-four we’ve spent apart feels like an eternity.

“You’re mine this afternoon.” My whisper earns me another smile that makes my chest squeeze with warmth. “Don’t let her scare you away…you know I’ll find you and bring you back to me.”

With a nod, Lucy closes her eyes with a gentle hum when I deepen our kiss with a shallow lick into her mouth.

I’ve missed this. Her taste, touch…the heat of our closeness that permeates every cell of my being with a need I can’t sate. As I pull away and leave them, I can’t help but look back to steal just another glance of the only women I have ever honestly cared for.

There’s no doubt as I listen to them laugh that as much as this will be a marriage of convenience in some ways, I can’t imagine ever doing it with anyone else. I can’t fathom wanting or needing anyone the way I crave my Red.

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The weather holdsup for the rest of the afternoon we spend on the private beach. The temperature is mild, and the sea is warm despite the few greying clouds that hover in the distance.

“Your mum is lovely,” Lucy says as we paddle out in the water.

“Yes, she made my childhood a lot easier.”

“Same. My mum was the soft one.” After a beat, she adds, “My dad wasn’t terrible, he just had responsibilities and expectations…I suppose…”

With a hitch to her breath, she dives into the water and swims away from me. For someone that craves affection, she’s wary of allowing herself to get closer. The distance she puts between us makes me wonder whether she meant it when she said she didn’t want love anymore.

“Why do you keep doing that?” I ask when I swim over to her.

“What?”

“Pulling away.”

A serious pout tugs at her lips as she starfishes out on the surface. “Because the line between us keeps blurring.”

“You’re going to marry me. Does it matter if it does?”

“We’re not marrying because we want to. It’s a means to an end.”

The silence that follows her remark weighs down on me, reality threatening to pull me under as I watch her float. The swimsuit she’s wearing does very little to hide her gorgeous curves, and it doesn’t matter what our conversation is saying because my dick is only concerned about the vision in front of me—pert tits and elegant limbs that have filled out slightly in the last month.

“My mother is right,” I say, pushing her towards the shore with the roll of the waves. We reach the sand, and while she’s sprawled out on it, I lie on top of her, full weight, dragging her arms above her head and lacing our hands together. “The reasons don’t matter. We’re going to be together until death knocks on our door.”

Before she can argue, I kiss her. My tongue pushes into her mouth as my cock throbs between her thighs with the water lapping at us. Not holding back, she chases my lips, nipping when I pull back to look at her face.

“I may not be a good man in the grand scheme of things, but I could be good to you…if you let me.”

Flexing into her, I nip the tip of her nose with a groan that I can’t contain when she twines her legs around my thighs. The feel of her beneath me is far too good. With every one of her whimpers, my cock hardens some more.

When I nip down to her neck, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth, Red bucks up into me. Long nails dig into the back of my hands when I press them down into the sand and brace myself over her, pulling at her soft skin with my teeth so that she cries out her pained need.

“Tomasz…please…” she begs as I tease her flesh, laving down to her supple tits until I reach her bikini top. “Oh, God…God…” Lucy growls up to the sky when I pull a nipple into my mouth through the wet fabric. “God, I need you. I need you to fuck me.Please…”

Releasing her hands, I peer up at her when she leans up on her forearms. “All in good time, malyshka.”

I trail a hand down her body, kneeling up so I can watch her body bow and twist with her desperate want of me. All the while, my heart is pounding in my chest, hard and fast. My pulse is whooshing in my ears, blocking out the sound of the world around us. When I cup her pussy, she writhes into my hand. Desperate breaths push from her lips as her tits spill from their confines.

Trailing my finger up and down her covered slit, I round her clit, edging the place I know she wants me to touch the most right now. The maddened whimpers and groans wind around my muscles, knotting tighter the more I tease her. And when she’s beside herself with need, her hot arousal soaking through her swimsuit, I push to my feet.

The view on this beach has never been this beautiful, and while I want to fuck her and make her scream my name with that desperate gravel in her voice, I’m enthralled by the sight of her: long hair fanning around her in a red halo that makes the sun flush on her skin appear deeper. The freckles peppered over her body are so fucking beautiful that the urge to kiss and lick every single one overwhelms me.

“You said you could be good to me,” Red growls, her hands tracing down her body, squeezing her tits with a breathless moan that has my cock throbbing painfully.

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