Page 65 of Lie With Me
“I want to fuck your ass.”
My teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as my pussy clenches at the thought of him taking that part of me. Running my tongue along the bite to soothe it, I kiss him once more before pulling away. “Deal.”
Tripp
“Mr. Kennedy? This came for you while you were out,” the concierge calls out as I enter my building. He’s holding out a thick white envelope with gold embossing on the front that spells out my name.
“Thank you.” I take it from him in passing, all but running to the elevator.
I’m anxious to get upstairs. Lenni left the restaurant and came here to get ready for dinner at Jackson and Ginny’s while I finished up at work. After not seeing her all week, I’d rather tie her up and not leave my bedroom all weekend. But she’s excited for us all to get together for a normal friendly hangout, and at this point in our situationship, there’s really nothing that I’ll deny her.
“Honey, I’m home,” I singsong as I push open the door.
Her silky voice rings out, filling my place with the playfulness and warmth it’s been missing, makingme wish I’d given her a key sooner. “Hi, darling. How was work? Would you like a drink? I can make you one and then massage your feet in my undergarments. Would that please you?”
I find her in the kitchen, pouring us a glass of wine, looking absolutely stunning in dark, tight jeans and a cropped, cream sweater that looks like it's made of cashmere. She looks at me with an impish grin. “I hope you know I’m joking.”
Tossing the envelope on the counter, I round the island to cage her against it, pressing my chest into her back to nuzzle her neck and kiss her temple. “You are a sight for sore eyes. I missed you.”
A sigh escapes her lips before she turns her head and kisses me lightly. “I missed you, too.”
Taking my glass, I reluctantly peel myself away from her and sit on one of the stools. “I’ll have you know. I was a very good boy this week. I didn’t touch myself once, except for showering to clean myself, but I thought of dead puppies while I did it so there was no chance of slipping up and getting a hard on.”
“That’s…morbidly descriptive. But good for you. I’ll take your word for it.” She laughs.
“You made me a deal, Viv. I want to collect.”
“So romantic,” she jokes. I swear her eyes darken a shade before she flashes me a sexy smile and quietly says, “Next time we’re at the club, we can play.”
I don’t ask why it has to be at the club. I’m happy to take her to my room and do it before dinner, but her eyes stray to the envelope between us. “What’s that?”
“No clue. Looks like an invitation.” Grabbing it, I tear open the top and pull out a thick cardstock with matching embossing and an elegant floral design. When I see the name on it, I roll my eyes. “I have no clue why she’d send me one of these.”
Tossing it on the counter between us, Lenni slides it toward her and matches my eye roll. “Seriously, Emily? Desperate much? It’s like she’s trying to make you suffer now that she sees you happy. I hate her.”
The anger in her eyes is so evident, so protective, and it tugs at my chest. “It isn’t making me suffer. You know that, right?”
Her eyes flicker to me briefly. “What do you mean?”
Sliding from my stool, I saunter toward her, grabbing her hips and backing her into the pantry cabinets. “I’m over her, Viv. I’m so over what happened and completely under you now. I hope you know that.”
She opens her mouth to object, but I cut her off by pressing my fingers to her lips. “Don’t tell me it isn’t healthy to move from one person to another so quickly. It wasn’t quick. There was almost an entire year between what she did and our meeting. Stop trying to search for an excuse for this not to work.”
To her credit, she doesn’t argue further. But the playfulness that exuded from her earlier seeps from the room like water from a cracked vase.
“We should get going,” she says against my fingers.
Somewhere in the room, her phone chimes withan incoming text, and she jolts, ducking away from me. “You should go change.”
My head hangs back in defeat as I turn around. She’s frowning at her phone. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she snaps quickly, forcefully throwing it back in her purse.
Sensing her mood has turned sour, I take my wine into the bedroom and leave her with her thoughts. I change into dark denim jeans and pull a V-neck sweater over my dress shirt. When I return, the heaviness seems to have retreated.
“Let’s go.” She takes my empty glass and moves to the sink to rinse it. “To Emily’s wedding, I mean. I think it will be a show of good faith. Let her know that you’re over what happened and that you wish her nothing but the best.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”