Page 98 of A Secret and a Lie
Thrusting his hand into his gorgeous hair, he tugs on the ends. “At my core, I’m a soldier, Gen, a weapon. Let me fight for you.”
My shoulders droop as my stomach clenches. Could I use the help? Sure. But it’ll be a cold day in Hell when I ask for it. I just can’t seem to make my mouth form those words. I’ve been on my own for so long; I’ve created a stubbornly independent streak a mile wide.
He advances. Without thinking, I retreat until my back is pressed against the wall, the bare skin connecting with the cool, painted wood. Reaching up, he plants a palm over my head, caging me in. As he peers down into my eyes, the urge to brush my lips against his gnaws at me like a rabid animal.
“You can trust me, but I don’t mind spending every day proving it. I know asking for help is hard for you, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”
“I’m not asking for anything,” I assert defiantly. Technically, Ford has proved that he’s here for me, on my side, but that’s difficult for me to accept, even if, deep down, I want to.
“You will.” His words coat my skin in a thick layer of longing. My chest heaves as my stomach flips and my pussy clenches.This is just lust. I’m lying to myself, but the alternative is harder to admit.
He brings his hand up to rest on the columnof my neck. The touch is grounding, and I lean into it, unable to shut down the desire swimming in my veins. We both seem to be transfixed on one another, smoldering heat between us growing warmer by the second until his voice slices through the weighted silence once more.
“Well?” he prompts, and my lashes flutter.
“Well, what?” My voice is drenched with barely concealed eroticism.
He smirks, like he knows he’s affecting me. “Do you need some encouragement to ask for help?”
That statement snatches me out my haze, and I scoff, rolling my eyes.
His fingers on my throat tighten, making my blood fizz. “Turn around. Palms flat on the counter.”
Ford
Genevieve’s warm hazel eyes flare with rebellion, and when she doesn’t move, I grip her by the back of the neck with one hand and shove her forward until her face is mere inches from her reflection. Her palms slam against the countertop as she catches herself, my gaze snagging on the glittering diamonds of the eternity band on her left hand.
Damn, she looks stunning with my ring. She’s been wearing it every day, and I’m beginning to think it might not be to keep up appearances, but maybe that’s optimistic.
My other hand trails down her spine as I memorize the ridge of each vertebra. She’sdivine, the personification of power and desire. She looks like a dream,my dream.
As much as I want to, I won’t fuck her for the first time like this: quick and dirty over the counter in a public bathroom. She should be worshipped on a golden throne constructed from the teeth of those who have wronged her. While I can’t give her that, I can grant her the respect she deserves.
With her palms planted on the countertop, her rounded ass rolls against my groin, and my cock throbs behind my tuxedo trousers, but I won’t be getting any relief. This isn’t about me.
Her pupils dilate in the mirror, her plump crimson lips hitchedinto a smirk. We slot together effortlessly like finally finding the missing key to a lock after years of searching.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of her spine, and she releases a contented sigh. Our eyes collide in the reflection and the reverence that stares back simultaneously hardens and softens me inside, but she says nothing.
I hold her attention as I gather her skirt, hiking it up over her ass, holding the fabric in one hand at the base of her spine. As I expose her, I rub a hand over my mouth and jaw, swallowing hard as I tighten my grip on her dress.
Holy fuck.She’s flawless in every way;she’s mine.
“Are you going to kiss it, or are you only planning to look?” she quips, shifting her weight.Was she expecting this? Is that why she opted to forego panties?
“Don’t be a brat, Genevieve. It doesn’t suit you.” I bring my hand down on the unmarred porcelain globe of her ass hard, and she jolts forward. There’s no denying that I want to do far fucking more than spank her. “Spread your legs wider.”
When she complies, I groan, my free hand coasting up the inside of her thigh until I reach her core. I lean forward until my mouth is at her ear, our gazes connected in the reflective glass in front of us. “Ask me for help.”
“No.” Her nostrils flare, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths that fog up the mirror a little.
Sliding two fingers over her cunt, I find her thoroughly aroused, and I hum. “That’s okay. You will.”
“No, Iwon’t.” She frowns, making me chuckle into her ear, my chest vibrating.
“If you want to come, you will.” I thrust my two fingers into her soaked pussy, and she cries out, her mouth falling open and eyes flaring.
After a few slow, methodical pumps, I curl my fingers, and she groans, her knuckles curling against the counter. “Fuck, Ford.”
