Page 35 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
Paisley Grove
Someone pinch me. Tell me I’m dreaming.
I’m this close to telling him the truth.I’m Paisley.Paisley Grove.I want to say it.
“I’m sorry,” I say instead.
His eyebrows furrow. “Sorry for what?”
Say it. Say it now!
“For not telling you about Boston. I… I’m sorry.”
Oh God.The whole truth was right on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t want to mess this up. What just happened between me and Hercules was more than I ever could have hoped for. I was in sensory overload the whole time his hands and mouth were on me. And then he was inside me, and I nearly blew a gasket.
He snorts as he smirks. I love his sensual facial expressions.
“As you can see, it’s okay.”
We look down at his penis wrapped in his jacket and chuckle.
Then the elevator buzzes. A female voice says, “The elevator has been stopped for five minutes. If you are experiencing an emergency, please press the red emergency button. Otherwise, press any button to be safely taken to your desired floor. The elevator has been…” She continues.
Hercules fixes his pants, and I look for my panties. It takes me a few seconds to find them. They’re clear across the elevator.How did they get over there?
Hercules watches me put my panties back on. By the look in his eyes, I think he wants to take them off again. He’s no longer inside me, but I can still feel his girth stretching me, rubbing my wet walls. I was so close to a full-fledged orgasm, but he was too excited to last.
“Ready?” His voice resonates over the buzzing and warning.
I nod.
Hercules’s strong finger, maybe the one that was inside of me, presses the on button. The elevator is going to the lobby. We're both silent. I don't know what to say, and I don't think he does either.
Bling.The doors open. Mason is at the front of four or five people waiting to go up.
“Hey! There are you are. They called you, Herc,” Mason says as the people behind him rush in and Hercules and I step out. “You’re supposed to claim your painting with the…” His eyebrows slowly furrow as he looks at me.
Hercules never went up front to get his painting.
Finally, Mason turns his head slightly as if he’s detecting some funny business between us.
Hercules puts his hand on my back. “I was escorting Lark to the lobby.”
“Is that it?” Mason asks, sounding kind of snappy.
“Yeah, that’s it. What are you doing in the lobby?”
“Looking for you.”
All I can think is that I hope my lipstick isn’t smeared. It’s the twenty-four-hour kind, so it’s probably fine. There’s also something vastly different about the look in Mason eyes, but I’m too distracted by Hercules’s hand on my back to figure out the change. Before our sexual encounter in college, Hercules warned me that sex was all he had to offer me. That was back then, but he’s so easily touching my back the way he did with Lilith. I wonder if what just happened in the elevator means nothing to him. Whether it does or doesn’t, I’ve messed up royally.
I’m already walking when I say, “I’ll grab a cab. Thank you, Mr. Valentine. Good night, Mason.”
I’m moving as fast as my feet can take me without running. I don’t want to make a scene. Hercules says something about giving me a ride as the chill of night spreads across my face. The sound of the wind and ambient noises of the city swallow up anything else he may say to me. And frankly, I don't think he's following me. I don't look back to check. My feet are pounding the pavement, and I'm on one speed—getting the hell away from him fast.
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I feel like a fool,recalling how I ran out of the lobby and didn’t stop until I was all the way home. The thing about New York City is, you can keep walking until you get to the point when you ask yourself,Why the hell do I need to take a cab or the subway? I might as well keep shuffling my feet!
So, even though my toes and heels were on fire, I kept going, thinking,What have I done?Those words repeated in my mind over and over. I didn't try to answer the question, because I couldn't. My brain wouldn't let me.
His touch. His taste. His smell. The city couldn’t take them away from me. When I got home, I didn’t turn the lights on. I opened the curtains and let the city lights illuminate my apartment then plopped down on the sofa and just stared out the window. And that’s where I still sit.
We stopped the elevator to bang. Hercules’s large cock was inside me.Did all of that really take five minutes?It felt like less time. Our entanglement was too fast. I miss him already.
I gasp as I hop to my feet. “We’re meeting in his office tomorrow.”
