Page 78 of Wicked Lies

“Just let me leave.” Cheryl turned toward the door again, rested her hand on the knob, and twisted.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere.” Nick covered her hand with his.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, you’ve been doin’ a real good job lately.” He spat out the sarcasm, then tugged at her waist until she faced him. “You wind me up and twist me out, but fuck me; I can’t let you go.”

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me.” Her statement lacked conviction.

“Right.” He palmed the side of her face then laid his body flush against hers.

“And I don’t want your money or anything else you have to offer.” Her ballsy attitude had his dick pulsing against his gut.

“Right.” He ground his hips into her, and when she squirmed against him, he almost blew in his pants like a fuckin’ teenager.

“And furthermore—”

“Will you please shut up so I can stick my dick in you and fuck you up against this door?” He smashed his lips over hers claiming her mouth with his tongue.

Cheryl broke off the kiss and pushed against his shoulders. “What if I don’t want you to?”

“Oh, you’re gonna want me to 'cause I’m gonna get in so deep you’ll be screaming my name and begging for more.” His anger pinned her to the door, but passion filled his heart, and goddamn, he could never let her go.

Her duffel bag hit the floor two seconds before her arms wrapped around his neck. He palmed her ass and lifted her until her legs twisted around his waist.

She broke away from his lips and glared down at him. “What are you waiting for?”

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Cheryl’s challenge set off a flurry of torn material and rasping zippers. In less than two minutes, Nick had her bare-assed with her lush nipple between his lips, sucking, teasing, and nipping at the sensitive flesh while her hands pushed down his pants until they pooled at his feet. He toed off his shoes, kicked away his clothes, and spread his legs, putting them at the perfect angle.

His biceps burned as he raised her just enough; then, he thrust his hips and she screamed out. “Fuck yeah, I wanna hear you loud.” He pulled almost entirely out, gripped her hips tighter, and pounded home repeatedly, not giving either one of them time to think how this might be the worst decision ever.

Cheryl’s back banged against the door, rattling the frame, but her face shone with wild exhilaration. She dug her nails into his shoulders and then up into his hair, sending electric shockwaves down his spine—combined with his dick pulsing, Nick was beyond control.

He angled his head, then his lips landed on hers, stealing the air from her lungs. He needed to be connected to Cheryl at all points, wanting her to feel what she did to him. By her own admission, her life revolved around lies and deception, but this would be the one real encounter, an experience she’d remember as genuine.

He broke away from the kiss and lifted her higher, needing more, needing all of her. He dug into the firm flesh, his palms slick against her bare ass, and buried his face in her neck. “You with me, babe.” His gasping words were barely audible.

He rocked into her again, this time higher, and when her head jerked back against the door, Nick knew he hit her spot. He did it again harder, slowly taking his time as he glided over her, pulling out every moan and gasp until she collapsed limply in his arms. Her head nestled into his shoulder as he turned away from the door, stumbled to the couch, and crashed them onto the cushions. His body primed, his mind blank, Nick pummeled her body, and the sweet pain of release surged through him.

Spent and exhausted, he cradled Cheryl, gathered her up, and staggered to the bedroom. He fell onto the bed with her splayed on top of him. His slick skin melded them together as he stroked her hair.

He didn’t know how long they lay there, quiet and contented in their world, a place just for them where no one could reach them or destroy their fragile existence.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair.

Not the way Nick planned on telling her. No romantic dinner at sunset. Just the two of them, thrown together after an attempt on his life and a fight that could’ve separated them forever.

Cheryl pushed herself up on her elbow. “I heard you the other night.”

Nick’s insecurities bubbled up with questions. “But you made believe you were asleep.”

“Yeah, 'cause those words scared the shit out of me.”

“Fuckin’ scary for me, too,” Nick admitted.

“Wow, we really are screwed up.” Cheryl laughed, but Nick saw the truth in her words.

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