Page 55 of Under the Lies

“Taste what I did to you,” he whispers and I’m too sated to put up a fight. Not that I want to.

Right now, I’d agree to anything from him.

My tongue darts out, tasting myself. It tastes like I want to do this again.

Noah’s thumb brushes my cheek. My eyes flutter. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of—”

A ding interrupts.

Noah looks down at his watch and I hear him sigh. It sounds pissed. “We have to go.”

Taking out his phone, he turns on the flashlight. Noah swipes my jacket off the floor and holds it out to me.

He doesn’t offer any more information as I slip it on.

“What about you?” My throat feels raw from my screaming.

He shakes his head, but the flashlight catches his face, highlighting the hunger that still resides there.

I’m sure mine mirrors him.

Not looking happy, Noah leads me through the maze of walls, out of the gallery and back into the alley.

I don’t ask any more questions, not really sure I’m able to form words yet. My brain is too rattled from what just happened.

Noah Kincaid just finger fucked me against a priceless painting. There was something daring and dirty about doing what we did in the complete dark.

I move to take a step when Noah grabs me and lifts me up by my thighs like he did inside and walks until my back is pressed to the alley’s wall.

With a quick glance, I see he’s lined me up so I’m dead center on the bloody cross.

Is this my crucifixion? Dying, only to rise anew?

“I thought you had to go,” I whisper, wondering if the words can be heard over my thundering pulse.

“Not before I do this.” He leans in close.

For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me again.

C’mon, lungs. Breathe. Don’t fail me now.

I can’t pass out, not when I’m about to have the second best kiss of my life. The first being the one inside the gallery.

My eyes even close in preparation.

I closed my eyes for a kiss that was never going to come.

Opening my eyes, Noah holds something in his hand.

Between two fingers sits the contract. The contract I never took out of my bag…

“Give that back!” I lean forward to make the grab, but he stops me. By using his hips. He’s still so hard.

“Uh-uh.” Noah shakes his head, stuffing it into his back pocket. “It needs to be amended now.”

I could argue, but I’d rather keep feeling like this.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll be angry at myself for breaking the one rule I told myself was the only one I couldn’t. Only I didn’t just break it, I obliterated it.

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