Page 131 of The Temptation of Truth
Good God, I am definitely going to die. My heart is going to explode.
“Just push slowly. Pulse—oh, fuck, like that.”
She eases into me, little by little, until I can feel her soft palm on my pussy lips, and I clench around her.
“Now?”
“Pulse, but curve, like a...a...”
I don’t know how to describe it, so I do acome heremotion with my index finger.
“Oh, fucking hell, Aurora,” I moan as she does what I say. “Now can y—oh my God.”
She moves to my clit, tending to it with her tongue as she fingers me, and all my restraint snaps. My hand clutches her hair, and I move on her, grinding against her, fucking her. I don’t worry about scaring her or overwhelming her, I’m drivenby pure need and spurred on by her talented mouth and fingers. She works me until I’m panting and twitching, and then she shoves me over the edge.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
My body bucks and my muscles contract. I release a moan that vibrates through the steam, and when I can’t take anymore, I pull away to break contact. When I look down at her she’s grinning and proud with swollen lips and a flushed face.
“That was amazing,” I pant out. “Oh my God, that was amazing.”
She stands, and her wide grin shifts into a smirk. “Goddess, Mabel. A man could never.”
I laugh out loud and kiss her deeply. Everything outside of this moment, outside of me and Aurora, has disappeared. We’re all that matters now.
“C’mon,” I say, leading her out of the shower. “Dry off. I need a snack, and then I’m taking you to bed and fucking you until you pass out.”
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AURORA
A buzzing penetratesthe warm cocoon of bedsheets and body heat currently wrapped around me.
The sound fades away, and I snuggle deeper into Mabel, burying my face into her hair to fall back asleep. The buzzing starts again, and I groan.
“If it’s your uncle, tell him to fuck off,” Mabel mumbles into my neck, and I laugh as I reluctantly wriggle out of her arms and climb out of bed to follow the sound.
The cool air kisses my body, bringing goosebumps to my bare skin as I search for my phone. It stops buzzing, so I wait until it starts again, then find it in my pile of clothing on the bathroom floor.
The moment I see the name on the screen, my heart drops to my feet.Brady.
I knew he’d be calling. I told him to. But having to deal with him immediately after waking up is not something I want to do. At all. Especially not while naked in another woman’s bedroom after fooling around all night long.
My stomach roils as the phone rings out and his contact photo disappears, displaying ten missed calls and twenty textmessage notifications. All from him. But then something else catches my eye, and all the oxygen is sucked from the room.
A notification from our tracking app sits at the top of my phone screen.
Brady has his set up to alert him when I leave or arrive home, and when I complete a drive. It tells him my speed and if I’ve made any stops, and I’ve been trained to also text him photos several times a day.
For a while, I believed it was because he wanted me safe, but now I know better. Now I know it’s for control, and I’ve slowly stopped sending those photos since Adelaide. Since the kiss.
My tracking app is only set up for one alert, though.
Brady will travel often for work. Sometimes to San Francisco or Seattle. Once or twice, he’s had to go to New York. I am always left at home.
Since the accident, I sometimes get anxious when I know someone else is traveling. Because of this, I’ve set my app to alert me when Brady completes a flight safely. There’s only one reason that notification would be on my phone screen right now, and I don’t know of any business trips on the calendar.
With shaky fingers, I tap the notification, and the app pops up on my screen.
