Page 74 of Master of Lies

His eyes lit up, and he rolled on top of me.

Our bodies melted together, exquisitely attuned, yielding. We started shedding clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt, kicking off my shoes, unbuckling belts with breathless haste. Hungry to feel that sweet, shocking rush of hot skin against skin.

He jerked his jeans off, along with his underwear, and kicked them away. He helped me unhook my bra and fell back onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him.

I lost no time. The livewire rawness of this conversation was more than enough foreplay. I was desperate to have him inside me, already slick and soft and yielding. I petted myself with him first, sliding up and down, getting him wet with my lube. Then I nudged his cockhead between my pussy lips.

He gripped the base of his cock, holding it as I sank over the entire length of his stiff, hot shaft. Taking him in. All the way in. So full, so hot. So satisfying.

Jed clutched my hips, lifting me, dragging me close, and soon we had the perfect slow, surging, undulating ride established. Rising and falling. Deep, heavy strokes, like the slow, tender lick of a hungry tongue. Circling his thumb around my clit while stimulating that wild, live sweet spot inside me with his cock.

Driving me relentlessly to a long, pulsing climax that went on and on, until I was expanded, shimmering, liquid. Pure, shining bliss.

Jed slowly, carefully rearranged my limp body after, pulling sheets and blankets over me. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. I pressed my ear to his chest, feeling the slow, heavy throb of his heartbeat under my cheek. Tasting the salt on his skin. I felt so safe and warm, wrapped in his strength.

Really? You drugged the man, you dirty girl. He’ll hate you when he’s clean again. He’ll never trust you again, you dumb whore. Don’t get too comfortable.

Jean’s voice in my head. I pushed it away with all my strength. I did not have to listen to that poisonous bitch any longer. I would not let her pollute my good thing.

Whether or not she was right.

CHAPTER26

Jed

Thud. Thud. Thud.Someone was knocking on the door, and the energy with which they were doing it suggested that they’d been doing it for a while. I usually slept very lightly. Whatever Freya had dosed me with must have been some serious shit.

I jerked up with a start, finding my legs wound in a tight twist with Freya’s, my gun arm trapped beneath her head.

I carefully pulled myself loose, trying not to wake her, but she jolted upright, eyes wide, as I pulled my jeans on. “What? Who’s that?”

Thud. Thud. Thud.Somebody was getting impatient.

“It’s just someone at the door.” I shoved the gun into the back of my jeans. “Stay right here.” I glanced at the clock. 7:05 AM. I peeked out the kitchen curtains, and all of the air rushed out of my chest. Of course. This had all been part of my plan.

It was a square-built middle-aged woman in a uniform, hair dragged into a sparse, tight braid, with buckets, a vacuum, and case of cleaning supplies.

I had forgotten about my security set-up. I’d meant to call and cancel this request, but I had gotten blasted by a truth drug, and had gone down a rabbit hole.

One so deep, I’d probably never find my way out. Nor did I ever want to.

It was a damn good thing I’d at least cancelled that timed automatic email to the police last night while she was in the bathroom, before Freya drugged my unsuspecting ass. Wow, forgetting that little detail would have been all kinds of awkward.

I pulled the door open, wishing an instant too late that I’d taken the time to put on a shirt. The woman wore a name tag that read “Trina.”

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” Trina said, looking me up and down with suspicious eyes. Her gaze darted anxiously past me, over my shoulder. “You called yesterday? Said you wanted the room serviced this morning, real early?”

“Yes, I did,” I said. “Turns out we slept in after all. I meant to call and cancel the request last night. We got in a lot later than we anticipated.”

Trina’s face hardened. “You mean to say, you had me drag myself out of bed at this hour for nothing?”

“Oh, no. Not nothing,” I assured her. “Wait here just a second. Hold on.” I backed up so as not to show her the pistol shoved into my pants, and grabbed the two fifties I’d folded and stuck under the base of the lamp for the worst case scenario.

I handed them to her. “This is for you, and I’ll be sure to tell the management how much I appreciate your willingness to collaborate. My final tip will reflect my thanks, as well. Have a great day.”

Trina took the fifties, but her face was still troubled. I was a foot taller than her, but she strained up onto her toes, trying to peer around me. “Sir, is everything all right in there?” Her voice was tense. “Are you with someone?”

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