Page 50 of Carrying Your Lies


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She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe because he knew you would be bored without me.”

I know she’s joking, but perhaps there is some truth. I couldn’t think of any other reason why he would force her to come when everyone wants to spend the day with family.

With that thought in mind, I excuse myself and walk towards Huxley. I perch on the arm of the chair he has had his ass glued to since he walked in.

“What does Christmas look like in the Ray household?”

He smiles up at me. Today he is dressed in a jumper, jeans and trainers. I try not to fuck him with my eyes, but it is impossible because he looks divine. Most men look frumpy in a woollen jumper, but he makes it look fashionable.

“Food, games, and more food. But my folks are on holiday in Hawaii this year, so my sister is coming to London.” The scowl on his face is amusing.

“You seem like such wonderful company, sunshine.”

His arm subtly wraps around my waist before trailing down to my ass. “The sun could do with spending time with the moon.”

I can’t help but laugh at his pathetic attempt at a pun. My smile vanishes when I remember the cameras that are watching us. I shuffle away from his hold but offer a small smile. “Not here.”

He looks at the people around us and nods. “Want to meet at yours in five minutes?”

“Make it two,” I mutter as I hurry off.

Thankfully, no one stops me to ask where I am rushing off to. As expected, Huxley is prompt with his timing. Our lips attach the second the door closes. I close the curtains while he kisses every inch of bare skin he can access.

The sound of his zipper coming down fuels my libido, and I rush to the bathroom to get a condom. He follows behind me and snatches it from me. He bends me over the bathroom sink before rolling the latex over his stiff shaft.

“Hold on, sweetheart. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

I grab onto either side of the sink. The anticipation is killing me. It has only been a few days since we last fucked, but my body craves him. I want him to wrap his large body over mine and take it as his.

In one thrust, he is deep inside me. His guttural moan is heavenly as my walls grip around him in a tight vice.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you raw,” he promises.

Today, there is no teasing or playfulness. It’s rushed and chaotic. My dress is hitched to my waist, and my underwear is pushed to the side. I usually love having his bare chest pressed against me, but right now, I don’t care that our clothes create a barrier between us.

It only takes five minutes for my knees to give in. Huxley holds me in place as his movement becomes sloppy, and he finds release.

After he pulls out, I wipe myself clean and pull my dress down. He ties the condom and throws it into the trash. With his pants pulled back up, we exit the guesthouse and return to the main house.

“Want to save me from this horror show?” I joke as we enter the kitchen.

“I don’t think we’re at meeting the family stage, sweetheart.”

I didn’t mean it like that, but his laugh that follows makes me feel foolish. He’s not laughingwithme; he’s laughing at the idea of introducing me to them.

“I don’t plan on ever being at that stage with you, sunshine,” I fire back.

He looks annoyed at my response. “Glad we’re on the same page.” He saunters off, leaving me wondering what got his knickers in a twist.

As we sit around the table, I eye the feast that Emery cooked. Everything looks and smells delicious.

“Fran was going to sit there.”

Huxley shrugs. “You snooze, you lose.”

“She’s in the bathroom,” I explain.

“Not my problem.” He slides into the seat next to me and begins plating his food.

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