Page 70 of House of Deceit

“People were going crazy for you two. Half of the articles about the show are about you and Parker. After reading them and my sister talking about how hot you two are together, I got jealous. And then, to make matters worse, the thought of being hurt again makes me act crazy,” he admits.

I try not to breathe too deeply or move for fear of breaking the bubble of honesty we are trapped in.

“It’s just a ruse, Alec.”

I run my fingers over his tattooed forearm, his sleeves cuffed to the elbow. My favorite.

“I know. I know that, logically, but my heart just doesn’t,” he pauses, seeming unable to continue.

“It triggers you,” I finish for him.

“Yes. I hate to admit it and I’d like to think I’m over it, but the thought of losing you, or ruining this before it can get off the ground, makes me want to not even try.” I feel his lips press against the side of my head and I smile.

“My ex-girlfriend cheated on me. For a long time,” he admits.

“Ah, that’s why you hate liars.” I feel him nod.

I feel his lips press against my shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do about any of these feelings,” he says, the words imprinting on my skin. “I shouldn’t want you. You’re my contestant. It’s unprofessional.”

His lips continue tattooing my skin, making my heart skip a beat.

“I don’t either, but I don’t want to pretend they aren’t there.”

He reaches up, firm fingers on my jaw, and pulls my face to the side. His lips are warm at the corner of my mouth. As he presses kisses against my jaw, his hand moves to my hair.

“Alec,” I whisper. I feel myself getting wet as he kisses my neck, his tongue swirling over the skin.

His hand leaves my hair and begins traveling down my body. Pulling the strap of my dress, he frees my breast. He swirls a finger over my taut nipple, and wetness gathers between my thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about sucking on these nipples since you pulled them out on the daybed.”

He twists it, just as I did, causing me to moan with the bite of pain.

“I’m going to make you come, okay?”

Words escape me as he continues kissing my neck, pulling down the other strap, freeing my whole chest, so I nod my consent. Letting go of my face, both hands begin exploring my body. My head settles onto his shoulder and I soak in every touch.

Roaming over my pussy, he continues to my inner thighs, dragging his nails against the sensitive skin on the way back up, making me shiver.

He slips one hand up my dress and touches me.

“No panties, Charlie?”

“No,” I moan. His hand moves further down, slipping over my clit before teasing my opening. “Alec, that feels good.”

“You’re so wet for me, baby.” Fingers swirling, he gathers my wetness and moves back to my clit, giving it attention.

“Oh, fuck, Alec,” I say into the room.

My legs spread, giving him better access. My breathing hitches as he dips down again, slipping the tip of his finger inside me before removing it again.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says, his voice dripping with lust.

His cock is hard against my back and I grind against him, making him moan in my ear.

“Fuck me with your fingers. Please? I need it,” I say, too turned on to be embarrassed.

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