Page 29 of Master of Lies

She shifted against me and lifted her thigh, laying it across my erection. The soft, silky weight of her leg was a silent invitation. So was the look in her eyes, and the way her tongue flicked out to lick her full, plump red lower lip, making it gleam.

Damn. She was scary good at this. I was completely out of my league.

She touched my cheek. “Yikes. Your face is so cold. Were you outside?”

I ignored that. “Listen up.” I made my voice hard. “I have find a safe place to stash you, so tomorrow—”

“No, you don’t. I don’t need to be stashed.”

I plodded grimly on. “Let me finish. I can’t leave you alone after what happened. The guys who came after you at the hotel will finish you off. You’ll have to stick with me until I can find someplace safe for you. You’ll be guarded by colleagues of mine.”

“Why can’t I just stay with you?” She had that soft, husky, fuck-me-now voice.

“Stop,” I said. “I want to keep you alive, so what I need is no back talk and no pushback. You’re going to have to dress down, for starters.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “What do you mean, ‘dress down?’”

“The make-up goes, the sexy clothes go. You cover up the hair. Wear a big, sloppy gray hoodie. I’ll find you some bad glasses.”

Sandee looked distressed. “I have to look…ugly?Eeeww.Can’t I just, like, wear a black wig or something?”

“Not if you want us to stay alive,” I said.

She stared at me for a moment, and then shifted so the cover slid down, revealing her soft, luscious tits. The tips hardened as I looked at them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive,” she said softly. “Or this motivated to stay that way. But I want to stay with you, James. Not to get stashed someplace.”

I split into two parts, reason and instinct. Reason recoiled in alarm. My dick leaped at the open invitation. Twitching with eagerness.

I shook my head slowly, and tried to keep it brutally real. “Watch yourself, Sandee,” I said. “Don’t get all intense about me. I’ve got nothing for you but a hard dick. And when I’m done, I will drop you flat.”

She blinked, startled. “Wow,” she said. “That’s harsh.”

“I won’t lie to you,” I warned. “Don’t get your hopes up. Not for one second. I will leave you. That’s a sure thing. Sooner rather than later.”

She chewed her lip for a moment, and shrugged, with a crooked little smile. “At least you’re honest,” she said. “That’s a cut above most of the guys I’ve ever met. And you’re here now, right? It’s okay. I’m used to being left. I’ll survive.”

I’d been half-trying to push her away, I guess. Piss her off, just to get some space. But she wasn’t falling for it. By no means. Her opalescent blue-tipped fingernails were trailing down my belly, brushing my crotch through layers of blanket.

“It’s worth it,” she murmured, her voice husky. “I mean, who gets to have a wild adventure with a mysterious fugitive sex god? That’s, like, a once in a lifetime chance. So I’m taking it. And I’ll milk it for all it’s worth. Like, literally.”

My dick lengthened against the teasing strokes of her fingers. I couldn’t push her hand away, or look away from that sexy glow in her eyes. “Don’t get attached,” I said.

“It’s not your problem if I do,” she said. “It’s mine. Don’t sweat it. You’ll be long gone, anyhow. You won’t have to watch me be all sad about it.”

Bullshit. It was always my problem. That was my thing, inheriting other peoples’ problems, and their punishments, too. I have a supernatural talent for it.

I remembered, abruptly, that as far as Sandee knew, I was a sociopathic monster, so I’d better man up and try to act like one. Make her understand that she was here with me as a convenient fuck after a long dry spell.

The fact that she was turned-on by this scenario was pathological, and way too complicated for me to untangle. But like it or not, I had to stay in character.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and jerked the cover off her naked body. I grabbed her knees, and opened her legs. Sandee let out a low, whimpering sigh and arched with athletic grace, spreading still wider.

I’ve been with a lot of beautiful women, but never for long. I always kept my cool, kept my distance. A shitty upbringing burns that kind of caution in real deep.

But Sandee’s voluptuous surrender just got to me. Pulled at me. So raw, so unselfconscious and real. I’d never felt anything like it. It was irresistible.

I slid my hand up the velvety perfection of her inner thigh, up to the puff of dark blonde fuzz over her pussy. Everything else was waxed off, smooth as a rose petal. I ran my fingertips up and down the slick divide of her pussy lips, feeling the honey sweet moisture, like an exquisite oil, inviting me in.

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