Page 39 of Buried Truths

“You are so fucking beautiful.” I could have stared at her all night, leaning back on her palms with her lean legs spread for me. Instead, I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, taking a second to slide a pair of silver sandals off her feet before propping her feet on my shoulders.

“What do you plan on doing down there?” she asked, going from her palms to her elbows, letting her head fall back.

“What do you think I should do?” I wasn’t only teasing her as I ran my lips over the silky skin of her inner thighs. The closer I came to her center, the stronger the scent of her arousal. I could feel the heat coming off her, heat that drew me in and promised pleasure and satisfaction.

“I think you should take a nice, long tour down there,” she murmured. Her already throaty voice was deeper, breathy, strained, thanks to the motion of my tongue against her lace-covered pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned, her legs trembling.

Hearing her that way made me crave more. I was greedy for her pleasure, wasting no time peeling the lace away from her bald, glistening lips. She lifted her hips, and I removed the scrap of fabric, taking a second to admire the pink perfection that was her pussy before diving in.

“Oh my God!” One of her hands found the back of my head and clamped down, holding me close while her hips worked. There was no taking my time when she was already so close, demanding. I was happy to go with it, to let her set the pace while I delivered what she needed most. Soon, she was bucking, my tongue deep inside her, her hips rocking so she could ride my face with abandon.

“Yes. God, yes.” Suddenly, she stiffened, her body straining before the wave broke, and a flood of hot sweetness flowed from her like a river. All for me. I lapped up every drop greedily, hungry for her, savoring the sound of her breathless whimpers the way I savored the taste of her desire as it coated my tongue.

She was still whimpering, moaning breathlessly when I got to my feet and pulled my wallet from my back pocket. I was prepared tonight, knowing how things would end up, that I would want to celebrate with her more than I would want anything else. After taking the condom from inside, I pulled her to her feet, only to turn her against the desk and bend her over it. She let out a breathless laugh that ended in a moan as I ran my thumb through her slit until she shivered. So ready for me.

With the city laid out behind me and my dream woman lying across the desk in front of me, I dropped my pants and shorts, unrolling a condom down my twitching length. “I’m going to make you come for me again,” I grunted, dragging myself through her wet folds before lining up with her quivering entrance. She was still twitching, still coming down from her high, and we moaned as I began working my way inside her twitching sheath. I had to be careful—it would have been too easy to let go.

“Yes, please,” she begged, her lustful gaze meeting mine when she looked back over her shoulder. I swept her soft hair to the side to get a better look at her face, watching her expression change as I sank deeper. Her mouth fell open, her eyes closing, a soft whimper stirring in her throat when my balls tapped her clit.

My hand clenched into a fist, tugging her hair, causing her to gasp, before I pulled back and drove myself home again, making the desk rock. “I want this pussy to milk me,” I grunted, going deep again, gritting my teeth against her tightness and heat. “I won’t stop until you come on my cock.”

Her only response was the way she drove herself back against me, wiggling her hips, her body inviting me to give it more. I did, holding her in place with my hand in her hair and the other on her hip, abandoning everything else but the urge to claim hard and fast.

“Yes… oh yes, that’s good… just like that…” Her broken pleas were soon lost under my ragged breathing. I moved faster, letting my body’s needs set the pace, following her high-pitched whimpers and the tightening of her pussy. She was getting close, ready to shatter around me, and between the sweet pressure of her muscles gripping tight and the sound of her abandon, I was lost, helpless. I was barely aware of her coming apart again as the sudden rush of relief swept over me, the force making my knees shake as my balls emptied.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered, sounding dazed and weak as I slid free of her pulsing sheath.

“It felt that way, didn’t it?” When she gave me a confused look, I explained, “Like a holy fuck.”

“I don’t know if there’s anything holy about it…” She grinned wryly by the time she straightened up, reaching behind her to lower her zipper. I watched, transfixed, as the dress fell away from her perfect body and left her standing naked in front of me. There was still so much I wanted to do with her. I longed to get drunk off the taste of her and the sounds of her lust while I worked her into a frenzy. “I think I could use a shower and a little rest before the reviews come out in a few hours.”

A shower, I could do.

Rest? If she insisted on looking at me the way she did and swinging her hips so her cute ass wiggled as she walked away, I couldn’t promise she would get a moment’s rest tonight.

Usually, I left my ringer on silent, but I turned it on tonight before drifting off into a brief but profound slumber with Winter’s body wrapped around mine. The soft chime that signaled a text had come through made my eyes open wide, sleep abandoned in favor of reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

“Reviews are out,” I whispered to Winter, who lifted her head and sat up, reaching for her phone before wrapping herself in blankets. There was a faint light in the sky beyond the windows, telling me we’d slept a few hours after our private celebration.

They had to be good, didn’t they? The press had seen the same show I did. Rapturous audience members couldn’t be wrong, but there was no telling what the most jaded professional might say after witnessing dozens of such spectacles during their career.

“Whatever it says, we’re fine,” I announced before opening the link Harrison had texted. Skimming the contents, my heart swelled, and a smile spread across my face before I began to read out loud. “This would seem to usher in a new era for Bennett Entertainment, a brand which, over generations, has been synonymous with top Las Vegas talent. The production offers everything the town has become synonymous with… excess, spectacle, precision, and high quality.”

“Here’s another one.” Her face illuminated by the glow from her phone, Winter read, “The hottest ticket in town… interest is sure to lead to an extension on the production’s residency since the next three months of shows are virtually sold out. If casino owners know what they’re doing, they will make it possible for tourists to have a look at this fresh, thrilling spectacle for months to come.”

“You did it.” My heart swelled until I could barely breathe. I sat on the bed, facing her, watching all of it sink in. “You did it. You conquered the Riviera and Las Vegas.”

“We did it. Not just me. Us, together.” Holding my face in her trembling hands, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, she blurted out a laugh. “I can’t believe it. We really did it!”

“I…” Love you. I’m so proud of you. “I think it’s time to meet Liam.”

Her head snapped back, her hands falling from my face and landing in her lap. “What? That’s a pretty abrupt turn.”

“Not from where I’m sitting. It’s what I want more than anything. And since you are obviously going to be around for a long time with this show,” I added, motioning toward her phone where the review sat. “I think it’s only right. I want to meet him. I want to know him.”

Her hesitation didn’t last as long as I expected. “I’ve waited a long time for this. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to let Liam meet his father. But…” Indecision flickered over her face before she found her resolve again. “You are a friend. My very good friend.”

My heart sank slightly before I nodded. Her decision had nothing to do with me. What mattered was Liam, and not throwing too much at him all at once. She knew him better than I did. “Whatever you say.” I knew I wanted this, or else I wouldn’t have made it a point to ask her so much about him. He didn’t need to know me as his father yet, so long as he knew me.