Page 85 of Faded Rhythm

“But why would Dime send somebody after us? Do you think he’s in on it with Brett?”

I shrug a shoulder. “Don’t know yet.”

Fuck. I hate lying to her. But I can’t tell her. Not yet. If she knew my history with Dime, she’d probably never speak to me again.

“I’ll look into it,” I say.

She watches me for a moment, eyes searching, trying to read the things I’m not saying.

I walk over to the door, turning the lock.

“How you feelin’?” I ask as a sly smile curves across her face.

“It depends on why you locked that door,” she says.

“You’re upset. Thought maybe I’d relieve some of your stress. How’s that sound?”

Her eyes drop to my pants. More specifically, my dick, which is poking.

“That sounds…” she licks her lips, then bring her eyes back to mine, staring at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before.

“You good?” I ask, and we both laugh as she stands and walks over to me.

“Do I have to ask nicely this time?”

I grab her chin. “You don’t have to ask at all.”

Our lips meet, our tongues tangle, and I let myself lose myself in her. I’m biting her lip, sucking her neck, grabbing her ass. I walk her backward until she hits my desk.

With one swift yank, I have her leggings and panties around her ankle. She sits, I kneel, and when she opens her legs, I find myself staring at the gateway to paradise.

I run a finger down her clit, making her shiver. “I guess I’ve been on your mind today,” I say as I slide two fingers inside. She’s dripping wet.

“You’re always on my mind,” she breathes.

I fuck her slowly with my fingers, watching her face carefully. “And why is that?”

She stares down at me, blinking in slow motion. “I told you. I like you.”

“Yeah.” I lean in and kiss her swollen bud. “I like you, too.” Another kiss, with tongue this time. “And I like this pussy.”

“Mmmmm. I can tell.”

I nod. “What’s not to like? It’s pretty…tight…wet…” I flick my tongue back and forth until she squirms and moans my name. “The best part is that you told me it’s mine.”

Her head falls back. “It is,” she moans. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum.”

“Take your time, baby. No rush.”

She didn’t listen to a word I said. Not a minute later, her thighs clamp around my head. Her back arches. A high-pitched moan erupts from her throat as her pussy clamps around my fingers, squeezing and contracting.

I’m staring at her face when a gush of liquid hits my chin, soaking my beard. Her head’s still back; I don’t think she even knows what just happened.

But I do.

I run my tongue across my lower lip, tasting her sweetness. If I wasn’t already falling for her—

Knock, knock, knock!

---