Page 57 of Threaded Lies

She spreads her legs a little farther apart and scoots her ass to the edge of the coffee table. Her eyebrows shoot up innocently but her lips slide into a siren’s smile.

“What I want is for you to promise me something,” she says breathlessly.

“Is that so?” I ask and slide my hands ever so slowly over her smooth thighs. Beneath the tails of my shirt. So my fingertips tickle the top of her pussy.

I love the hitch of her breath. The slow, measured exhale. The roll of her shoulders in restraint.

“No more lies between us.” Our gazes hold across the distance between us. “None.”

“No more lies.” The lie rolls off my tongue with an ease that should disarm me and a guilt that I don’t want to feel.

I squeeze her thighs, my thumbs grazing right where I want to be.

“That was your rule. From the get-go. That you expect honesty at all times. Well, so do I.”

“Hey, Rowan?” I ask as I hook my hands beneath her knees and scoot her even closer to me.

Her lips part and a soft moan falls from her lips. “Hmm?” Her eyelids grow heavy as she looks up at me from beneath them.

“Do you really want to keep talking about work?” She digs her teeth into her bottom lip and her eyes roll back some as I part her slick flesh to find her clit. “About lies.” I add a little friction and my balls draw tight as she lifts her hips into my hand. “About anything other than this? Right here? Right now?”

“No.” She’s breathless. Willing. Just how I like her.

I lean forward and kiss the underside of her jaw, using my knees to knock hers wider so I can I slide two fingers into her.

“Holden,” she moans.

“C’mon, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”

“Missed you?” She chuckles and it dies on a moan as I work my fingers in and out of her. “Missed this. Not you.” She tries to quirk an eyebrow.

“Hell of a time to find your defiance as I’m getting you off.”

She stands abruptly and pushes me back into her couch. “Take your cock out. I’m going to fuck you,” she murmurs.

“Then again,” I say while I do as she asks, “find your defiance all you want.”

When she straddles me and sinks down onto my cock, when I see only her, when I lose myself in the feel of her tightening around me as her breasts rock against my chest, I tell myself that this is all that matters.

Right here.

Right now.

The moment. The next orgasm. The incredible sex with her.

Not what happens when she finds out the truth.

No more lies, Holden.

Doesn’t she know that my life was built on them?

NINETEEN

Rowan

“Oh my God, is it true?” Michele, one of my marketing employees, asks, and scurries up next to me as I stride down the hall.

I’m exhausted from the late night and very early morning spent becoming reacquainted with Holden. His early-morning kiss before he left and headed home still has that ache burning between my thighs when he satisfied that ache more than I could fathom in the past eighteen hours.