Page 77 of Prince of Lies


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“You okay?” he murmured between soft kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Mmhm.”

“You did so good. You sure I didn’t hurt you? Is your back scratched up?”

It was. It definitely was. And I was going to feel it in the morning. But…

“I liked it.” My voice was wrecked. “A lot,” I said, just to hear the result of the experience again. It made me feel grown-up somehow, which would have made me sound hopelessly childish if I’d tried explaining it to anyone. But I was finally here experiencing sexual pleasure with another man. And not just any man.

Sebastian Dayne was gorgeous and sexy. Smart and strong. He was an intoxicating combination of confidence and charisma. It wasn’t that he was too good for me—Daisy would have hated my insecurity, so I fought it—but it was impossible not to think that his life full of mansions, and cars with drivers, and high-powered corporate negotiations, and billions of dollars was not where I belonged.

“What are you thinking?” Bash asked. His fingers moved gently through the damp hair on my chest, and his spent cock lay sticky against the outside of my thigh.

“I want to do everything with you,” I said, admitting a different truth because I couldn’t bring myself to spoil the moment. “I like seeing you come. I like sharing that with you. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.”

Bash’s face lit up enough to strike my insecurity down. Seeing the joy on his face was worth exposing my vulnerability to him.

“Nowhere else?” he teased, glancing up at the table beside us and the chairs that had been knocked askew. “I was thinking maybe next time we could aim for someplace less dangerous, like a nice comfy bed. But I should have remembered how fond you were of furniture.”

“What can I say, Bash?” I said in my quirky billionaire voice. “Sterling Chase lives on the edge. You should see him under an antique desk.”

“Oh, believe me, that’s on the list, sir.” Bash sighed happily. “Bubbles’s loss is definitely my gain.”

I laughed out loud, then winced as the motion did not-great things for my abraded skin.

Bash rolled, pulling me on top of him, and stroked my cheek. “I feel exactly the same, you know. As much as I hate the reason we have to be here, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

We stayed like that for a while, touching and teasing and flirting until the discomfort of dried sweat and semen mixed with the hard floor finally urged us to get cleaned up.

Thankfully, the ease between us continued over the next several days. In fact, he was so sweet, and things weresoeasy,it was hard to remember all the reasons I shouldn’t get too comfortable.

In this bubble, just Rowe and Bash, it was easy to forget about pesky real-world things, like the people in Linden, Indiana, who were expecting me back any day now. Or how many favors I was going to owe Joey for taking over all my shifts for the week. Or the responsibilities that came with Bash’s wealth, like running Sterling Chase. Or the knowledge that all of this peace would end in a disastrous blaze once Bash confronted Austin back in the city next week.

Over the next few days, we returned to our work pulling data together, taking breaks now and then to walk hand in hand on the beach and enjoy every hot inch of each other’s bodies in bed at night. Sleeping with Bash was a dream… one I didn’t want to wake fromever. His warm, solid presence, usually with strong arms wrapped around me or thick thighs thrown over my legs, was better than any fantasy.

Unlike that first night we’d spent together, nothing was off-limits anymore. With no lies between us, we were free to be entirely ourselves. And every minute I spent with the real Bash Dayne, I liked him more.

One silver lining of Austin being a thieving asshole was that he’d proven Daisy Chain was a viable product, and I peppered Bash with a million business questions while we showered or relaxed on the sofa with our laptops: What was needed to bring the idea to the marketplace? What would be involved in the municipality beta test? What would the future stages of development look like?

Bash didn’t merely humor me with his answers, either. It was clear he knew a lot about the project already and had brainstormed dozens of ideas for improving it. On some points, like the need for a satellite uplink, we agreed completely. On others, like the amount of training the system would require, we argued passionately, but eventhatwas kind of great because it showed how invested he was in this concept that, for so long, had felt like my burden to bear alone.

Also, I couldn’t lie—it was hot as fuck to see how his brain worked. I hadn’t known I had a competency kink until I heard Bash effortlessly calculate potential return on investment and expose pitfalls of my idea I’d never have anticipated myself. Watching his eyes spark and his face flush as he argued made me rock hard.

“If you think the interface will be complex enough to require training, I’d contend that we need to change the interface rather than—what are you doing?” he demanded as I moved his laptop to the coffee table and slid to the floor in one smooth movement.

I knelt between his knees, pushing them wide, and yanked his legs, forcing him to slide down the sofa.

“Say ROI again,” I whispered, running my palms up his thighs through his thin sweatpants. “Tell me more about cost-benefit analyses.”

Bash’s eyes sparked with a fire that had nothing to do with training protocols.

“If this is your attempt to win the argument—” Bash began, but he broke off in a moan when I mouthed his cock through the fabric. His hands flew to the back of my head, holding me in place as his hips instinctively bucked.

I pulled back so I could grasp his waistband with both hands… then paused. “Sorry, what were you saying, Bash?” I prompted, all wide-eyed innocence. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“I believe I was admiring Sterling Chase’s oral negotiation style,” Bash said roughly. “Very effective, sir. Please continue.”

“Do you think?” I let the backs of my fingers graze over his happy trail, and his cock twitched. “I’m happy to take the lead in any client meetings if my skills would be helpful—”

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