Page 91 of Corrupted Deception

Charlotte wrapped her legs tighter around me, and I let her. I even let one of her hands go when she yanked against my grip on her.

She reached for the back of my neck and drew me down.

“I’m going to come,” she said, her voice breathy, in between moans that were growing louder by the second.

I closed the distance between us and captured her lips, feeling the vibrations against mine as her moans turned to screams and her back arched off the hood. Her heels dug into the base of my spine as her cunt spasmed around my cock, gripping me so tight, I was done for.

I thrust in hard, throwing my head back as shockwaves of pleasure shot out and I came deep inside her.

Fucking incredible, but one of these days, I was having her bareback and filling her with my come.

She was breathing heavy with her eyes closed as I withdrew from her body and ditched the condom. She slid off the hood of the car and dressed without a word. She wasn’t moving quickly like she was ashamed. Just quiet.

I fixed my pants and shirt and ditched the tactical vest. Once I’d opened the passenger door for her, I dropped it down on the rear deck, then got into the driver’s seat. And she still hadn’t spoken when I revved the engine and pulled back onto the road.

“If you’re about to tell me how impossible it is for us to be together, don’t bother,” I said, breaking the odd silence. “I agree. But your cunt is like a drug, and I’m nowhere near done getting my fix yet.”

She laughed. I supposed that was a good sign.

“Yeah, well, your cock is pretty addictive too,” she said, glancing up at me and then away.

Good to know.

“So, where to?” I asked.

She laughed. “I get a say inthis?”

I shrugged. “Limited say. Your warehouse or my hotel suite.”

Her eyes flashed, and she opened her mouth like she was going to give me hell, but she slammed her lips shut, and her brow furrowed.

“Why do you have a hotel suite when your family has a house the size of a small shopping mall?”

I sighed, choosing between the truth and a lie.

“I spend a lot of time away,” I said, settling on a condensed version of the truth. “A lot of time in hotel suites—emptyhotel suites.”

“It’s overwhelming,” she said, catching on as quickly as I figured she would.

“It’s… jarring.”

She nodded. “The hotel suite might change from one day to the next, but the atmosphere remains the same,” she elaborated.

And she was right, which made her appeal just as baffling as the woman herself. There was nothing consistent and predictable about Charlotte; there never had been.

“I can’t leave Ray all night, but he’s not at the warehouse,” she said, proving my point by jumping subjects.

“Where is he?” I asked, since he didn’t strike me as the kind of dog one could drop off with the neighbors… not that she had any neighbors.

She scrubbed her hands through her hair, then sighed.

“Why not?” she said, shaking her head, then she gave me an address and basic directions to it.

It wasn’t far—a twenty-five-minute drive—but she was quiet the whole way there. It felt like she was preparing herself for something, though I couldn’t imagine what.

When we reached the address and turned into the driveway, I spotted a black SUV parked at the top of it. The car looked similar to the one Morales had arrived in at her warehouse, but it wasn’t identical.

“Where are we, Charlotte?” I asked.

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