Dangerous Lies(35)

His hips stayed still, until his eyes rolled back, his hand grasping my hair. His massive shaft pulsed in my mouth, then spurting his warm, milky juice. I sucked it down, gulping with each spurt he granted me with. It was overflowing out of my mouth and dripping down his cock.

He pulled me from him, his cream covering my lips and dribbling down my chin. His chest heaved as he watched me lick my lips and moan in delight, plucking my chin with my thumb to get the glob my mouth couldn’t handle. Jake grabbed my wrist before I could put it in my mouth, taking my thumb and rubbing it against his own tongue.

My eyes bugged out when I saw the creamy goodness on his tongue as he held his mouth open. He nodded for me to come closer, cupping the back of my neck and bringing me to his mouth. I licked inside, rubbing his juice against my tongue. It was sexy as hell, and I was dripping from how erotic it was to taste him in another new way.

“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” he breathed, kissing me chastely.

I smirked, feeling proud that I had surpassed his standards.

He stroked my cheeks with both hands. “I feel like I need another nap,” he yawned.

I snickered, rubbing my hands along his pecs. “I have a better idea.”

He raised a brow. “I might need some time after that.”

I laughed, hopping off of his lap and opening a drawer in search for clothes. “You can nap, I’m going to write.”

“Yeah? You do that. I’d say you’ve got some new material.”

I giggled and shook my head. I did have some new ideas, and if I didn’t get them out of my jumbled brain, I’d lose them. I hadn’t felt so motivated to write in months. Maybe even years.

Grabbing my clothes, I looked over my shoulder, loving that he was still watching me. “I’m going to jump in the shower, then set up my laptop.”

He fluffed his pillow and got cozy in the bed, closing his eyes, a flow blown smile spread across his face. I grinned, knowing I was the reason for it.





Chapter TwentyOne





Cora didn’t leave her computer all day, the sky fading from the morning kiss of the sun to the dark of night. She’d only gotten up for the occasional bathroom break and grabbing a sweatshirt at sunset. I only interrupted her for meals, bringing her food and stealing a kiss to the cheek or forehead while I did it.

It wasn’t easy focusing on my own manuscript when she was in view from the sliding door that lead to the porch. She had turned it into a portable office, plopping down on the love seat and typing away so diligently on her laptop. She acknowledged me and was thankful for the meals I’d brought to her, but her eyes always wandered back to the screen. As badly as I wanted to touch her and drag her to my bedroom, I restrained myself. It was her original intention to come out here and get her writing flow back, and she’d gotten it. I couldn’t wait to hear how many words she had spilled from her brain and into the document.

She glanced at me ever so often over her shoulder, giving me a sweet smile when I was caught ogling her. I couldn’t help it, she was so damn adorable in her yoga pants and tank top. She’d fuss with her hair as she reread her work, tossing it high on her head in a bun, then ripping the ponytail out and letting it fan across her shoulders. The almond color was lighter in person than in her photos. I rubbed my fingers together, recalling how soft it was to the touch.

My cock wasn’t letting me focus on my manuscript either. He was pointing in her direction like a compass, ready to pounce and attack. I had barely written a thousand words all day. Who could blame me when an angel was sitting on my deck?

Shepley hopped up on my desk, meowing in my ear and pawing at my hand on the keyboard.

“Yeah, I know, it’s treat time,” I mumbled to the cat, running my hand along his ears. He let out one of those low and annoyed meows without opening his mouth. Taking another glance at Cora, she was crunched into a ball, brows furrowed and biting her bottom lip, hugging her knees while she stared at the screen. I grinned to myself. She was so fucking cute when she was focused.

“Come on, Shepley,” I left the room and headed for the kitchen, the cat hot on my heels. I’m sure he was pissed because I’d missed last night’s treat time.

Opening the fridge and grabbing the already opened can, I slapped some on a plate and threw it in the microwave. Shepley was rubbing against my legs like crazy. “Calm down, you won’t touch it unless it’s warm,” I scolded.

My phone rang while the microwave spun. It was Ben. I glanced out the window, noticing Cora was still enthralled on her laptop before answering.

“Hey, what do you got for me?”

“Why hello to you too, Casanova.”

I rolled my eyes. I hated when he called me that. “G’day, now, tell me what you saw.”

“Damn. I can see your patience hasn’t improved. But you’ll be happy to know, Martin Kartman is still in town. Although, his books did say he was leaving for business next week.”

I smirked, knowing he most likely flirted with Martin’s secretary to get that information. “Any idea where?”

“No, but I might find out later tonight.” I could sense the smirk in his voice. And he thought I was the Casanova. Ben was always on the pull for sheilas.

“I’m glad you’re doing whatever you can for me,” I deadpanned.