Page 60 of Our Little Cliche
“It’s okay. Take your time,” I soothe.
She twirls her hands around one another behind her back, fidgeting. Stalling. “I’ve been reading romance books all my life, but it wasn’t until I read your book inthatgenre that I truly understood just how much I want to feel that kind of… love, if I can call it that. The stalking, the possession, the breaking into her house.”We’re so close. Come on, say it.“It’s disturbing, and so fucking twisted to even admit it, I know. But to be lusted over like that…”
I can give you all of that and more, if you want it. All you have to do is just ask me.
Don’ttellme.
Ask me.
My dick throbs hard against the soft fabric of my pants to the visual of the soaked patch right at the seam of her jeans.
“The way Chris speaks to Hailey… with so much passion and control, but never once putting her in a position where she feels scared, or degraded. I’ve never hadthattype of love. I’ve never even…” She stops suddenly. Her eyes grow wide as if she’s said too much.Never even what?She rubs at her head. “Oh, god. I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I’ve never told anyone this.”
Closer.Come on, you can do it.
As painful as it is, and as heavy as my cock feels, I take pride in giving her the space and time to speak, reassuring her where I can that I can be her safe space. “I have only time. All of it in the world for you, Holly,” I say, relaxing my elbows against the seat of the couch, slouching back a little—entirely exposing my solid length. I can pinpoint the exact millisecond she eases. Her shoulders relax, breathing slows, and eyes fill with desire again instead of panic.
“I’ve never had a… anorgasm…from someone else before.” The wordorgasmsends a shiver up my spine. A confession I never thought I’d hear from her.“But of all the things I’ve been ashamed of in my life, there’s one that I am the most. Because of your book.”
Yes! I knew it.
I knew it.
“Oh?” I pretend like I don’t already know. Like I didn’t accidentally catch her pleasuring herself that night I caught her reading my book.
“Yes. The masked man… when he did what he did… while she was asleep.”
I know.
“Did you like that, Holly?”
“It’s illegal!”
“Didn’t answer my question.”
Her breath quickens, and eventually she nods.It’s right there. On the tip of her tongue.“No. Tell me.”Come out of your shell for me, angel.
“I did like it. I liked it too much.”
“Do you want that to happen to you?” I practically breathe the question.Do you want me to do that to you?
“And have you—” Her eyes flare again. “Someoneput behind bars? No.”
Woman, why do your lips tell such lies?
This might help her spit out the truth.In one quick, near-violent motion I scoop her onto my lap, my hands digging into the small of her back, nudging her warm core against my length. She bands her arms around my neck, whimpering into my mouth with a heated kiss, and I swear I could die in this moment.
Thisis the moment Holly will becomemine.
“Cryus…” Her needy breath breaks past her lips as she tears herself away.
“Yes?”
Panting, she’s careful with her words, though I know she doesn’t mean them. “We can’t. We have that signing next week, you know what I’m like, I know I’m only going to?—”
“Shh,” I press my finger against her mouth, cutting her overthinking mutter off. “You really do worry too much. You’re going to be fine.We’regoing to be fine,” I say, giving her a string of hope that no one is going to suspect anything, even when I know they absolutely most certainly will. “I can play a good poker face. I write literal porn in public café’s without a sliver of suspicion. I was fighting a war zone of horny demons in my head when I first met you, bet you didn’t know that, did you?”
“You were? Even when I fell up the stairs, making a total idiot of myself, and all my clothes and underwear went everywhere and?—”
