Page 20 of Tattletale

“Sweet hell,” she groans. She’s clenching, trying to pull it deeper.

I add another, then wiggle my fingers inside her. She starts to tense again, and this time. I’m intent on giving her relief. I pull out my fingers before spitting on her clit. I flatten my tongue, dragging it against her slit in one long, fluid motion, cleaning up the mess I made.

“Do…that…again,” she pleads. She grows an inch as she rises to her tiptoes.

For a while, I lick her slowly, like I’m savoring her. She grinds her hips against my tongue, murmuring sweet nothings that I can’t understand. I’m more focused on tasting her…learning her.I pay attention to when she flinches and when her knees buckle. I explore with my tongue and fingers, finding her favorite spots.

“Put it in my ass,” she mewls.

If she thinks she needs to ask me twice…wrong.“Fucking music to my ears.” I pop my index finger into my mouth, coating it, then slide my finger into her tightest hole, while latching on to her clit with my mouth. I suck and nip as she whimpers and cries. Her legs start to shake, and she holds it as long as she possibly can before she comes so hard she collapses. I catch her in my arms and guide her into my lap. I widen my legs so she’s sitting on the shower floor, her lower back pressed against my soaked briefs.

She says nothing for a while. I watch her shoulders rise and fall as she breathes. I listen to the water hitting the ground like rain. It’s so pleasant. I’m at peace. Normally by now, with anyother woman, I’m making my exit plan. I wrap my arm around Cricket’s shoulders, pulling her back into me. “I’m never letting you go, know that?”

“Never?”

“Not ever. We’re going to die right here in this shower…together.” I kiss the back of her head.

“Not a bad way to go,” she murmurs.

I smooth her wet hair to one side, then kiss along her bare shoulder. She lets out a sweet hum and leans back, relaxing into me. “Still think our sex is going to be awkward?”

“Oh, absolutely. I can barely look at you, you perv.” She snickers.

Mmk, well, that’s good to know.Same ol’ Cricket…

My Cricket.

FOUR

CRICKET

“Are we expecting company?”I ask Lance, lifting one brow as I unpack the hearty bag of Thai takeout.

“Well, yeah. I mean, who doesn’t follow up a hit with a cocktail reception?” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

I peer right back. “When you say ‘hit,’ are you referring to Rossi…or tongue-fucking me in the shower?”

He smiles. “Oh, that’s fun. Works both ways, huh?”

“Well, one of those things is definitely worth celebrating.” I flash him a wink. “But in all seriousness, why did you get so much food? Look at this”—I pull out a cylinder container that’s still hot to the touch—“curryandnoodles? You got enough to feed an army.”

He clears his throat and holds his hands up. “Okay, fine. In the interest of not starting our relationship with lies… I couldn’t find anything decent, so I snagged it from two doors down.” He nods toward the door.

“You asked our hotel neighbors for dinner?”

He cinches one eye shut and rubs the back of his head. The guilt paints his handsome face. “Um…in a way…”

“Oh my God,you stole someone’s takeout?”

“I left them a thousand dollars cash in exchange. That more than paid for the meal.”

My jaw drops. “I stabbed a man in the dick tonight, then watched him bleed out. And yet you are still the most deplorable person in this room.”

Lance bursts out laughing. “Because I swiped someone’s takeout?”

“Poor family is probably starving right now.”

He waves me off. “They can snack on all those Benjamins I left them.”

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