Page 26 of The Lies We Tell

“Is that what you wear to bed?”

Tessa looked down at herself and then crossed her arms over her chest. “You knocked on my door at almost two in the morning to check my sleeping attire?”

“No.” There was that attitude he enjoyed so much. “I was just curious.”

“I don’t have any pajamas. I’ve had to…get creative.”

A quick flash of her sleeping naked under the soft, pale pink sheets the maids always put on this bed seared through his mind, and he gripped the doorjamb with white knuckles and bit back a groan. As much as he enjoyed that mental image, the woman needed clothes.

He could take her shopping this weekend. Dom wouldn’t be coming for their next check-in meeting until Sunday afternoon. If he shuffled some things around, he could… He stopped himself. What the hell was he doing?

He wanted to fuck the woman, maybe get some more intel out of her, not be her personal chauffeur and errand boy. He’d give her some cash and send her to the shops with Russo. He hadn’t reported any oddities the last time he’d driven her to pick up some things she needed.

“Was there something else?” she asked, tugging him back to the moment.

“I heard voices,” he said, a little gruffer than he meant to.

“I was watching a show.” She grabbed her phone off the nightstand and turned it around to show him the American sitcom paused on the screen. “The one where Ross and Rachel break up. The first time.”

He had no idea what she was talking about but nodded anyway.

“If that’s it, I should—”

Backing her up against the frame before he could change his mind, he tilted her chin up with his finger and pressed a kiss to her lips, deepening it slowly until her body relaxed against him and her arms circled his neck. She was always so hesitant to touch him, but he liked the feel of her skin against his.

Dipping his head, he kissed the hollow of her throat, smiling when she sighed and slid her fingers into his hair. Kissing across her collarbone, he tugged her shirt off her shoulder and nipped the exposed skin at the edge of her bra strap. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

“Tessa.”

“Hmm?” she murmured, using her fingers in his hair to guide his lips over her skin.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you need to tell me right now.”

Her breath was ragged in his ear, and she shivered when he dragged his teeth over her shoulder. “What if I do want you to fuck me?”

“Then we’re both wearing entirely too many clothes.”

He gripped the hem of her shirt and started to tug it up before pausing. No one was likely to happen on them at this hour. But he wanted to savor her lying down, not devour her standing up.

Grabbing her hand, he led her across the hall to his room, kicking the door closed and pressing her back against it. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, the skin around her mouth and across her chest was red from his beard. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her breath raced in and out of her lungs.

When she reached for the buttons on his shirt, his gaze dropped to watch her fingers undo them slowly. He hadn’t noticed the pink polish on her fingernails earlier, but it stood out sharply against the white of his button-down. As she neared his belt buckle, he helped her pull the tails out of his waistband, groaning when her fingers hovered dangerously close to his cock as she undid the last button.

She ran her hands up over his abs and chest, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He let her explore his body with her fingertips, but when she leaned in to touch her lips to his shoulder, it took everything he had not to spin her around, bend her over, and drive his cock inside her.

Her slow, methodical exploration was making him crazy, but he’d gladly let her drive him into madness if it was going to feel like this. Her teeth followed her lips and then her tongue, her hands skimming down to the buckle of his belt, undoing it and the button and dragging down the zipper.

She slid her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his length, and he gritted his teeth as she gave him one long, lazy stroke. The woman was trying to fucking kill him.

Licking her lips as she watched her hand move up and down his shaft, she slowly lowered herself to her knees, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. Her tongue darted out to swirl around his tip, and he fisted his hands against the door to keep from surging his hips forward.

When she sucked him into her mouth, he let out a low groan, which only seemed to encourage her, and she slid more of his cock into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks around it. She pushed down until her eyes welled up with tears and she gagged, and he’d never heard a sweeter fucking sound in all his life.

What she seemingly lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm, bobbing her mouth on his cock and working the rest of his length with her hand in quick strokes.

“Tessa,” he gritted out in warning. “I’m going to fill your mouth if you don’t stop.”

She looked up at him again, sucking harder and pumping her fist faster. Fuck. She looked so fucking good on her knees, taking his cock like that.

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