Page 26 of Filthy Disciple


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“It means my computer is my office and I can work wherever I want. I’ve been in L.A. for a couple months now, working on a deal with a local company,” I lie, “but it finalized yesterday. Why do you think I looked so fly in my suit?” I grin. “I was coming in to celebrate with my favorite waitress at my favorite diner.”

Her soft chuckle develops into a moan. “Don’t you have a boss?”

“Not in the traditional sense. I’m a free agent again,” I inform her, hoping she’s registering this.

Her eyes are blurry. “As of yesterday?”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur, reaching up to kiss her now that I know she’s listening.

As my tongue finds hers, I carry on, plaguing her with pleasure, rubbing her clit until she’s riding my hand.

Then I stop. As she shrieks at me, confused need filtering through her, I twist us around so that I can sink down, down. My cum coats her cunt and I let my tongue swirl through her folds before I hunt for her clit. A soft gasp escapes her when I hitthespot again, and once I find it with my tongue, I don’t let it go untilshelets go.

I keep stroking her clit until her thighs are clenching around my head to the point of pain. Lapping at the sensitive nub, I wait for her to shudder and release me from her hold then, nuzzling her with my nose, I investigate further, shuffling deeper between her legs until I let my cum drip onto my tongue, then I surge higher, grabbing her thighs so she can hug me with them before I cup her jaw and kiss her.

I thrust my tongue between her lips. She jolts in surprise when my cum slips into her mouth, then she groans and slides her arms over my shoulders, holding me close, not pushing me away.

With the aftershocks rippling through her, I twist us over one final time so that she’s blanketing me, and I start to stroke my other hand along the length of her spine, soothing her and calming her… feeling oddly content, as if I’ve staked a primitive claim on her.

Dumb, but I never claimed to be a genius after sex.

She nestles against me in the silence and, when I know her mind is elsewhere, I whisper temptation into her ear. “Do you know what I do when I’m trying to think about where I’m going to live next?”

She shakes her head. The soft silk should tickle but, instead, it feels like a caress.

“I go to the airport, I buy the ticket for the next available flight that has a seat, and I get my ass on board and fly wherever it takes me. That’s my next office.”

“Your next office?”

I hum. “I can work anywhere in the world. Why wouldn’t I go exploring?”

“I can’t do that,” she whispers.

“Why not? You said you wanted to take off, right?”

“I can’t afford a plane ticket.”

I let loose a soft chuckle. “Baby, after yesterday’s business deal, I can afford your airfare.”

That has her head popping up. Her stare is intense as she asks, “Why would you pay for me?”

She can’t know what it does to me when she looks at me like that. So suspicious and lost and broken at the same time.

Beneath it all, there’s a whisper of hope and that, more than anything, catches me off guard, enough that I admit a truth to her: “It gets lonely.”

Shit.

My lifeislonely in a sense, but not because of the bullshit I’m selling her.

She blinks. “What does?”

“Going on adventures by yourself.” I shoot her a sheepish grin. “I guess it’s not sexy to admit that, is it?”

“I-I don’t think it’s…”

I arch a brow at her. “You hang around with bikers, Belle. I’ve seen you with them in the diner. I can’t see any of them admitting that they’re lonely.”

“No,” she agrees slowly. “But that… doesn’t make it a bad thing. It’s not a crime to have feelings.” Her tone grows firmer. “I don’t want to be cut off from someone I like. There’s nothing wrong with being vulnerable.” Her brow puckers. “And let’s face it, you’ve seen me in some very vulnerable states over the past twenty-four hours, so, I guess, thank you for being open with me.”

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