Page 105 of Total Exposure

But there are worse ways to settle.

“Come,” I say, my thumb finding her slit as I push my fingers deeper. “Come on my fingers right now.”

She lets out one long breath, her body stiff for a moment, her bow stuck mid-air, her fingers still… and then she melts into me. Gushing relief spills out of her, coats my fingers, spilling past them, and drips down onto my cock.

I have to bite my fucking lip to stop my own climax.

She falls forward, drops the violin on the floor, and places her hands on my knees as she pants through the waves of pleasure that overtake her body.

I make myself wait. It can’t end yet. I’m not ready.

She takes all the decisions away from me when she stands up, my cock slipping out of her ass, and then turns around, gets on her knees between my legs, takes my cock in her hand, and lowers her mouth to it.

No hesitation. No overthinking. No resistance at all. Willing to lose herself in the moment. Willing to do anything and everything to keep this dream going.

I die.

I die over and over again as she licks my tip, wraps her lips around my swollen head, and then pushes my cock deep into her throat.

There is no way I can’t come. No chance I won’t explode.

I grab her hair, guiding her mouth, pushing her down onto my cock until her nose is almost flat against my stomach. She gags, gasps for breath, and then tilts her head up like she’s looking me in the eyes.

I want to rip that blindfold off and see her. Really fucking see her.

But she’s reading my mind, or maybe she’s telling me no, she can’t continue like this, I’m suffocating her with my cock, because she shakes her head.

I lift her face off me and come all over her mouth.

Her hands crash onto my chest, pulling at my t-shirt, clawing her way up my body until she’s sitting in my lap again, her legs straddling mine, and she kisses me on the mouth.

I kiss her back. Long, and hard, and desperate. I hold her face and she says, “Not yet,” when I think, Take off that fucking blindfold. “Not yet.”

“If not tonight? If not now… then when?” I say. “When?”

She just shakes her head again, her body becoming soft, and then slips off to the side, pulling me over with her, until we’re nestled up to each other, her ass pushing against my cock, her back pushing into my chest, like we’re a couple.

I smile.

Because tonight, we are.

We sleep. I’m not sure how long, because it’s still dark outside when I pick her up in my arms and carry her up to her bedroom. She moans, and even though that stupid blindfold slips off her eyes, she never opens them. It’s like she’s afraid to see me.

Which is perfect, right? Just fucking perfect. Because I am desperate for her to see me. I am desperate to be seen. And she wants to keep me invisible.

Once she’s settled in bed, I kiss her on the lips. She wakes just long enough to kiss me back, her fingertips threading into my hair, grabbing me, making me feel wanted, and then lets go, rolls over, and sleeps.

I reluctantly leave her. Go downstairs, find our book and begin to write the end I started and couldn’t finish.

Because this is it. Our stories have been told, her fear has been banished, and my job here is done.

I leave our book on the kitchen counter where she expects it to be, then take myself back downstairs, enter the secret room, and stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up.

Chapter Forty-Three - Evangeline

I wake up smiling even before I remember why I’m smiling. How have I only been here six days? This feels like my life now. Like everything I was doing before I came to this house with Ix—God, I’m still getting used to that—was fake. A dream. Or some kind of alternate reality. And now this is reality. I’m awake and I might even be… happy.

I get up, throw on my nightgown and robe, run down the stairs, and I’m just about to walk into the kitchen to get our book when a loud chime fills the house.