Page 80 of Black Ties and White Lies

Even though we may be going to bed, it doesn’t mean I can’t look good doing it. If he’s going to make good on his threat, why not push his buttons even more?

I pull out a short lavender negligee. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, but that’s how I prefer it. He’s already seen it all, but it does the job and will surely tease him. I smile, pulling it on. The lavender color looks good against my olive skin tone. Twirling in front of the full-length mirror, I grin in anticipation on what Beck’s reaction will be to it.

Walking to my bathroom, I find a scrunchie and pull my hair up into a bun on top of my head. Beck seems to always be kissing and staring at the skin of my neck, with my hair now up, it brings attention to the small love bites he’s left over my skin.

I grab my toothbrush, phone charger, and a few other necessities before throwing them into a small bag. My stomach jumps eagerly as I confirm I have everything I’ll need to switch rooms for the night. If he’s serious about wanting me in there with him every night from now on, I’ll have to move some more things to his room, but these things will do for the time being.

I’m lost in the thrill of seeing him downstairs when I open my door, my face colliding with a hard chest. I look up, finding a scowling Beck waiting for me like a predator waiting for his prey. He grabs the top of my doorframe, a storm brewing in his eyes as he stares daggers at me.

“That was far more than five minutes.” His voice is rough, causing shivers to move down my spine. They could also be by the way he takes his time looking down my body, the longing in his eyes unable to hide even behind the anger as he takes in what I wear.

I pull at the sheer fabric that sits high on my thighs. “I had to get ready,” I explain, feigning innocence.

His hold tightens on the frame above my head, the wood making a straining sound under his viselike grip. “If that’s what you wear to bed every night then you’re only furthering the fact that there’s not a chance in hell that you’ll ever be sleepinganywherebut my bed.”

I take a step closer to him, running my hands over the soft fabric of his T-shirt. Even through the cotton I can feel how tense he is, how hard his muscles are underneath my fingertips. “It’s what I’ll wear from now on,” I say quietly. “Foryou.”

The growl that rumbles through his chest is visceral as he rips his body from the doorframe and pulls me against him. His lips have only been pressed to mine for a second when he heaves me up by my bottom, giving me a better position to kiss him.

He walks us into my room, not even bothering with taking us to his before he throws me down on the bed, his body following suit shortly after. With one easy motion, he rips his shirt off and throws it to the ground.

His eyes travel over my body as he appreciates the outfit he bought me. The one I put on just for him.

“I’d planned on just letting you sleep tonight,” he begins, taking my leg from the mattress and kissing the inside of my calf. His mouth is so far away from the spot that throbs between my legs, but yet it feels like he’s licking me right there with how I feel him everywhere as his wet mouth travels up my leg. “But then you had the nerve to act like we wouldn’t be waking up every morning with our limbs tangled together, and that just isn’t okay with me.”

“I didn’t realize it’d make you so upset.” I roll my hips, trying to produce some sort of friction as he plants a kiss to the inside of my knee.

Fire flashes in his eyes as he looks down at me from between my legs. “Of course it’d fucking make me upset. You think I’d have one night of you and that’d be enough?”

I’m hoping he’ll never have enough of me, but I don’t say it out loud. Instead, I feed into his anger a bit more, loving how he takes out his frustrations on me. “Maybe. I thought you grew tired of women after one time.”

In an instant, he’s on top of me, his face a few inches from mine. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me by it so our lips almost touch. “I never want you to compare yourself to other women again. You’re not like other women.”

I lean forward, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging on it. “Prove it.”

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Violet,

I’d be upset by how sweet my coffee tastes this morning but I don’t know if it’s from you adding a bit of the west coast to it or if it’s because the taste of your sweet pussy still coats my tongue from this morning. Either way, I don’t hate it.

Sincerely,

The man who is dying to bend you over his desk and take you again after watching you walk around in that skirt all damn day

I stareat my computer screen, reading his message three more times while pressing my thighs together to try and stifle the wave of arousal from reading his email. My fingers tap the keys of my keyboard as I think of a good response. I look out the open door of my office. From my spot, I can see Beck sitting at the head of the conference table, somehow managing to fire off a filthy email while the board members sitting around the table seem to be locked in a heated conversation. And not the same kind of heated I feel. They look angry, I feel hot with lust and need.

I shouldn’t find it so hot, yet here I am, soaked for him by a freaking email.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Beck,

What a shame you’re in a meeting. I’m still ready for my own taste.

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