The Lies That Loved Me

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breath-ragged, hair-pulling, nail-scraping pleasure mere minutes ago,

e hands accompanied by flutters of kisses sliding along his chest. He reluctantly opene

leasure got lost the moment he found his release. His eyes skidded over the olive-skinned

t her, because he hadn't been interested in what she had t

he long, toned legs accentuated by six-inch heels th

again to

isa... Ah hell, he didn'

hest and murmured in a sultry voice that caressed him in places

f for almost falling asleep with a woman in his bed

, and he swung his feet to the red carpeted floor. With the he

great, by th

how exhausted he was. And as he wrestled with sl

ne with tears as she clutched the black silk sheet over her bosom. In a controll

ked, voice break

more than once had never happened before, because he wasn't normally this ti

usually sensed the peril of questi

ought you underst

e still, staring at hi

hell your name is, you need

hopped up from the bed and scrambled around

ing out at the bright city lights of Chicago. The weak shade of light from the corner lamp silhoue

He failed. Knuckle cracking no longer worked as a distraction. How much longe

caressing her weren't his, that the lips kissing hers weren't his, that the body making love to hers...oh dear

. No. He could tolerate it no longer. He needed to reclaim what

isgusting piece of shit tried to rebel, he'd give the son

thoughts and he turned to see Nameless Blond standing there, her

. The profound guilt he always felt after sleeping with someone who

he frustration of not having her, was to take it out on the

silently behind her. Her green eyes were ridiculously alluring, had pull

e exact. The shrill of his cellphone broke through th

aller ID had him

rowled into the receiver. "

ack. She's s

th it,

job at Sec

X? Eric'

s,

he doing ther

tending.

oment, then, "No, Si

being became fully awake, eyes wide, weariness go

he Bistro, wh

eek after her sp

t dropped to the pit of his stomach.

ound. And it's smart timing, too. 'Cause t

is? That she never went back to Calle or that

weeks, but we kept getting your assistant. And you gave us instru

g some heavy traveling, being a work addict

as in need. She was hurting and in need. She shouldn't be hurting when he could so easi

id she

ght,

rf

ric to pho

the room, his fingers raking

t. To. Know. Got it? Doesn't matter how busy I am, don't st

s,

out first thing in the morning. I expect a full report

ected the call and sank to his kne

ou doing to yourself? I've waited too