Page 123 of Beautiful Liar

“Lucky—”

“I have money! Four hundred thousand dollars. It’s yours. I can get more. Just give me some time—” Wait. The voice. The smoked cedar aftershave. “Q?” I squeak.

“Lucky.”

The adrenaline high releases me with a gorging whoosh. I stagger from the relief, my hand pressing against my chest to calm my hammering heart. Then the implication of the last minute pounds into me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I lurch toward the bed again, intent on throwing some light, literally and figuratively on this situation.

“Stay,” he commands with a low, deep voice.

“No, I won’t fucking stay! I’m not your goddamn dog. You can’t creep into my bedroom and scare the living shit out of me, then tell me to stay.”

“My bedroom. My body. My pussy.”

“My sanity. My terror. My fucking cardiac arrest!”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Would you, if I said hell yes?”

“No.”

“Then why bother asking?”

“To make you feel calmer.”

I dig shaking fingers through my hair. “Jesus.”

“Get back into bed, Lucky.”

“Why?”

“So I can make you feel better.”

My breath shudders out as other sensations replace fear and anger. The bombshell I dropped will need addressing. But right now, I see his hulking shape against the wall in the darkness, and I can’t think beyond the fact that he’s here.

He must sense my shifting mood, my building excitement. He detaches himself from the wall. “The bed. Now.”

I haltingly retrace my steps, slide between the still warm sheets. I can’t turn on the lights without permission, so I watch the shadow disrobe. A minute after I get in, he gets into bed with me. One large hand grabs my hips and pulls me into his body.

He’s fully aroused, his cock a solid column between us. I catch the gleam of his beautiful mask as he begins to explore my body.

Fear recedes.

Lust builds.

My sigh contains more than a hint of contentment as he parts my legs and kisses his way down my body. He reaches his destination, throws my legs over his shoulder and precedes to make out with my pussy.

The extreme emotions have me careering toward orgasm in three minutes flat. He licks me clean and prowls up my body. His thick cock finds my core and he rams deep and hard inside me.

“Oh!”

“Feel better?” his electronic voice demands.

“Maybe.”

He rams hard again and strokes in and out a few times. “How about now?”

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