Page 68 of Such a Good Girl

“West, yes, oh, West…,” I hissed, as he shuddered against me. His kisses turned to moans in my mouth as his orgasm gripped him.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I sighed against him, letting him hold me quietly for a long time, until our breathing returned to normal.

“That was amazing, Rosie—I mean Kaylee,” he corrected himself, his voice low and serious.

I didn’t trust myself to speak. All the words that came to mind were not something that needed to be spoken now.

I wanted to tell him that he made feel like I’d never felt in my entire life…

I wanted to tell him that he excited me like no other…

I wanted more…

I lay there with him, wondering about everything. Wondering where this would lead, what this chemistry between us was all about. Eventually, he may find out who I really was. I knew that. And I knew when and if that moment came, it would be brutal and ruin anything between us.

I needed to keep my walls up.

Because I knew if I didn’t, I might not be able to recover once this was all over.

Lying there, wrapped together like a pair of devoted lovers, was not where I should be. I was there to find a killer, and instead, I’d lost myself in my own dark desires.

I had a job to do, and I was doing it terribly.

If Hoskins could see me now, naked and sweaty and covered in white face paint in some secret sex temple, he’d lose his shit.

“I needed that, Kaylee, thank you. Next time, we can experiment more, but I needed to feel you.”

“I loved it,” I said, having made no move to lift my head from his chest. The comfort of being in his arms was overwhelming and addictive.

“Me, too,” he whispered, his voice low and sexy. “I’m glad we did this.”

“I’d like to do it again,” I said, tentatively.

“Oh, we will, Little Rose. I insist. I’m just getting started with you,” he said, tracing a finger over my shoulder. “I’m going to tie you up, and gag you, and whip you, and fuck you all kinds of ways, Kaylee. You can bet on that.”

I gasped, pierced with joy with each staccato word.

“You want that, too, don’t you?”

He had a way of disarming me, leaving my head spinning, and my body shaking.

“Yes, I want it, West. I want it all.”

It was true. I did. Despite the fact that the white face paint had left me reeling, considering the victims faces were painted the same way. I knew there was more to find out. I knew now there was a connection to the club, and the private circles did exist. The likelihood that the victims were involved was much higher now. Something had happened there that led to their deaths.

But I also knew, deep in my gut, that it had absolutely nothing to do with West.

He squeezed me tighter and I melted into him.

ChapterTwenty-One

WEST

Back in my office, Kaylee and I were showered, dressed and rehydrating. But each time I now looked at her, I saw her splayed out before me, my cock buried deep in her beautiful pussy, her face awash in pleasure in the darkness.

She sat on the sofa, watching me as I went through some mail on my desk and sorted through even more headshots from the casting agency. I was pretty certain I’d looked at photographs of every single actress in the world.

I opened the cabinet in the corner,and added the new photos to the quickly growing stack of rejections. A while ago, Joey had taken it upon himself to tack the few photos I’d deemed to be in the ‘maybe’ pile onto a storyboard for me. I had to move it out of the way for the photos to fit.