Fat Cat Liar

She cries out, arching and thrusting her hips, until we’re flush together, taking me fully.

Her gaze comes back to mine, her eyes now glimmering. An overpowering sense of possessiveness mixed with emotion creeps into my head as I start to move.

Her hands travel along my sides, up my chest, and wrap around my neck at the same time her legs loop around my waist. I brace on my elbows, lower my lips to hers, and trace her mouth with light touches. Her breath hitches as I glide in and out of her, feeling every inch of her heat sucking me back in.

She rocks against me, swiveling her hips, and moans when I thrust deep. Her fingers flex into my skin as her chest presses to mine. My mouth travels from her lips, across her jaw, and down to the column of her throat, kissing and licking until my lips and tongue burn from the heat of her skin.

“Faster,” she moans, her fingers clawing at my scalp.

I shake my head, slowing my strokes, determined to make this last. She bucks, ramming her shoulder to try and roll us. When I don’t budge, she yanks my hair, drawing my face to hers.

The hunger and desire from earlier has transformed into a wild, searing heat aimed at me. “Lawson—”

I shut her up by crashing my mouth over hers and gripping her hips tighter as I slam into her. My tongue tangles with hers as I drive harder, giving her what she asked for. Beads of sweat roll down my neck and back, my control evaporating.

She tears her mouth from mine and throws her head back, screaming in pleasure. The sound vibrates from low in her throat, pushing me to ram as deep as possible. Her body trembles, her hands fall to my shoulders, and her eyes roll back.

“Oh my God, yes!” She comes undone below me, arching her back and surging her hips so forcefully her pussy starts convulsing.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Her whimpers grow louder, shattering my self-control. I thrust twice more and roar as I explode, pouring into her. Small black dots cloud my vision as my dick pulses, sending prickling sensations to every nerve ending in my body.

We stay this way for a few minutes, me planted inside her, our chests heaving, and my mind coming down from the most powerful orgasm in my life.

I release her hips and move up her body, careful not to crush her as I brace my elbows on either side of her head. She does a full body shiver, lazily opening her eyes and almost blinding me with her smile.

“Beautiful, brainy, sexy as hell—didn’t know it could get better. But now I can add addicting to that list.”

“Addicting, huh?”

“Absolutely. After what you just gave me, safe to say I’m an addict.”

“Good thing we have all day.”

I frame her face with my hands, run my thumbs along her hairline, and lean to skim my lips along her ear. “You have ruined me.”

For the first time since I started this charade, I let my guard down and let myself enjoy the feelings coursing through me.

It’s the truth… She has ruined me.

Chapter 9

Greer

Lawson— I’ll be back at the building soon.

Me— I’m still at Jenny’s. I’ll head that way shortly.

Lawson— Jonas is bringing you home. I’ll see you soon.

I drop my phone in my bag and close my computer right as a glass of wine is slid in front of me. “Thanks.” I give Bessie an appreciative smile then turn my attention to Jonas.

“Jonas, when did you and Lawson decide you were driving me home?”

“When he texted me he was working late and wanted to make sure you didn’t take a cab or the subway by yourself.”

“You didn’t think to mention that or consult me?”