Deceitfully Yours by Bethany Bazile

Make you break away from all the things holding you back, and all that’s left are the pieces that bind you to me. Now come on my dick so I can feel how much you need me.”
    He licks his finger and teases my clit until I can feel it in my tightening nipples, my trembling legs. My pussy clenches him hard as I come again. He growls, then shoots off into me as my muscles clutch him in a tight grasp. The intensity of it all becomes too much; darkness takes over.
     
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    I actually passed out from too much pleasure , I think as I climb the steps. I never knew this level of satisfaction even existed. I woke up in bed with Jude running a cool towel over my face. He took care of me as though I were a fragile child, but I liked it. It’s been years since anyone cared for me, and I'm getting accustomed to Jude pampering me after a scene. He left the room as I fell asleep, but my phone kept beeping.
    I come up into the kitchen to find Jude leaning against the counter, gulping down a bottle of water. He takes in my fully dressed form and scrunches up his eyes. I drop my overnight bag on the floor, then place my phone on the middle island.
    “I have to go . My roommate called, and she needs me to come home.”
    He glances at the clock , then looks back to me. “Right now? It’s already past eleven. You won’t get home till after midnight.”
    “I know , but I really have to go.” My phone begins buzzing on the counter. We both glance at it before I snatch it up and silence the call. Truth is, Mason’s been calling me all night. After Jude let me off the swing, I went back into the bedroom to find eight missed calls from Mason. He’s sure to spend the night at my place freaking Stacia out if I don’t show up.
    Jude nods at me , but I can tell he doesn’t buy my story. I certainly didn’t make myself more believable by panicking when my phone went off. I lift my bag over my shoulder and follow as Jude leads me to the front door.
    I want to hug him, have some sort of goodbye, but his body language has gone from open to totally shut off. He steps aside as I reach the stairway and looks down at my car. He’s avoiding eye contact, and I can’t really blame him. This thing between us is impossible. I wish I could quit before it gets out of control.
    I turn to face him when I reach the bottom of the stairs , and he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
    “I have something to take care of tomorrow.” His answer is what I expected to hear. I’m too scared to ask when I will see him again, so I dash to my car and avoid looking back at him as I pull onto the road that leads off his property.

Chapter Twelve
    Kylie

 
    The minute I step into my apartment and shut the door, Mason slams my back into the wall. He glares angrily down at me while Stacia looks on with panicked eyes, one hand covering her mouth.
    “You’re fucking up, Kylie.”
    I shake my head. “No, I’m doing what you told me to do.”
    “Is that why you’re freshl y showered and glowing like you just had the time of your life? You better not be getting attached.”
    “I’m not,” I lie, hoping that he doesn’t see through me. “It’s just a job.”
    He nods, then backs off. Glad to have some breathing room, I walk over to Stacia and smile at her. This whole thing has her on edge, and usually she’s the carefree one.
    Mason takes a seat and makes it obvious he’s not leaving any time soon. “I need you to get in contact with Erik tomorrow.”
    Fuck no! “Mason…”
    “I need you to come into the office and talk him into taking you to lunch.”
    “Every time I go out with Erik, he gets more aggressive.” The man thinks he’s God’s gift to women and is always offering me that gift like I should be honored.
    “I need to make sure he’s not cheating me on this deal. Just distract him and I’ll get everything I need from his office.”
    “His office is right next to yours. Why can’t you wait till he goes home,