Lies(44)

My spine hits the tiled shower wall, his hand cradling the back of my head. He kisses me hard and deep. It’s a soul kiss. Like nothing I’ve ever had before. His tongue caressing mine, his lips molded to my mouth. With all of the death we’ve been facing, he’s breathing life back into me and I can’t get enough.

One hand grabs my breast, kneading and playing. And it all feels so good. Someone apparently turned my sensitivity levels up to eleven. Because even with the shower water, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. It’s almost embarrassing. Normally these things take time. A certain care is usually required to turn me on. But apparently Thom even existing in my general vicinity works just fine these days.

When he gets to his knees, pressing his face against my mound, kissing the sensitive flesh below, my brain goes offline entirely. Worries, cares, concerns, none of these things exist. There’s only here and now.

A strong hand hitches my leg over his shoulder, opening me to his attentions. In days of yore, he’d kind of fumble around down there for a moment or two. He’d pretend he cared then move straight on to the next thing. Now the man eats me like it’s his life’s mission. Tongue dragging through my cleft before circling my clit. Fingers easing into my body, pumping slowly. It’s not enough though.

Rest assured, I’m not shy about expressing as much by pulling on his hair. The muffled laughter in response all but drives me insane. However, he does as instructed and starts sucking on my clit, hooking his fingers to rub the back of it deep inside of me. Further confirmation the man knows anatomy and then some. He licks me and finger-fucks me and the noise of the shower and my heavy breathing fill the wet space. I’m close. So damn close.

Yet he does the unthinkable and stops. The bastard actually eases my leg from over his shoulder and rises to his feet. What the ever-loving hell?

“Thom,” I snarl.

“You come with me in you. I want to feel that. I need it.”

“But—”

“Now, babe.”

Not a bad idea, as ideas go. Though I’m still kind of whiny about him stopping. He lifts my leg over his hip and the head of his cock teases my entrance. I’m so primed after the display of his excellent oral abilities. This might be the shortest round of sex ever. But who the hell has time to mess around when I can have him inside of me?

No slowing down, he slams his thick, rigid cock into my body. The shock of it jars me and yet feeds the fire building within. Every nerve ending in me is singing.

“Christ. Thom.”

“I really do like the way you say my name.” He withdraws before plunging back in. All of that thick, hard flesh stretching me inside in the best way possible. The top of his dick rubs against me in all the right places and I’m panting once more. And yet…

“It’s definitely your real name?”

“Elizabeth.” He keeps right on pumping into me, hard and fast. “Keep your mind on the job.”

Hopefully my only job right now is to come. Because all I can do is hang on, my arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. We fit together so perfectly. Like we were born for this. No killing or chaos or any of those things. Just being together, he and I.

The man not so delicately, but with much talent, fucks me into a stupor. His magnificent cock lights me up from the inside. A wave of sensation rises inside of me, pushing me up onto my toes. I can’t get close enough. And I’m so damn greedy for more and more. Except right then my body draws tight, the wave crashing. Every muscle in my cunt spasms, trying to hold him deep within. I tremble and shake, and it’s sublime.

Thom swears low and fierce while I just float. Thank goodness he’s holding me up. Also, lucky we’re already in the shower, given the exchange of bodily fluids going on. Coming on him is pretty damn spectacular. Feeling him empty inside of me. Just being this close.

One thing is for certain, it’s good to be alive.




“A bomb killed three of Mr. Adisa’s staff this morning.”

“That’s unfortunate,” says a man’s voice. British and posh.

The cell sits on the table, everyone gathered around in the basement room to listen. And everyone now includes Fox and Crow. I descend the steps quietly, trying not to interrupt. It’s early afternoon. Not much later than lunchtime. But after the mother of all nightmares, I know I won’t be getting any more sleep. My freshly laundered clothes sat on the end of the bed. Just as Thom promised. But back to the phone call…

“Oh, it’s a good deal more than that,” corrects Helene. “On top of the kill squad you sent to my hotel room, Archie, I’d have to say your message has been well and truly received.”

“I did try to sort this out peacefully first. Remember that, old girl.”

Helene’s lips settle into a flat, furious line. “So I assume from all of this that you’re unwilling to back down from your insane plan to monetize the organization?”

“You’re finally understanding.”

“Very well. It’s obvious we can’t sway you, and I have little interest in having assassins sent after me. So I’m charged to act on behalf of Charles and myself as we both retire and leave things in your hands.” Helene’s chin rose. “Is that agreeable to you?”

Archer cleared his throat. “It is. This is most…unexpected. I didn’t think either of you would be willing…at any rate. Yes, that’s very agreeable to me.”