Page 31 of Our Little Cliche

Chapter Thirty

CYRUS

How in the ever living fuck is Holly inches from my cock with her legs banded around me right now? Am I dreaming? I squeeze her thighs again, and she whimpers softly. Nope, not dreaming. Fuck.

“I want…” Yes? Tell me what you really want. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s okay. Take your time,” I soothe.

She twirls her hands around one another behind her back, fidgeting.

Stalling. “I’ve been reading romance books all my life, but it wasn’t until I read your book in that genre that I truly understood just how much I want to feel that kind of…

love, if I can call it that. The stalking, the possession, the breaking into her house.

” We’re so close. Come on, say it. “It’s disturbing, and so fucking twisted to even admit it, I know. But to be lusted over like that…”

I can give you all of that and more, if you want it. All you have to do is just ask me.

Don’t tell me.

Ask me.

My dick throbs hard against the soft fabric of my pants to the visual of the soaked patch right at the seam of her jeans.

“ The way Chris speaks to Hailey… with so much passion and control, but never once putting her in a position where she feels scared, or degraded. I’ve never had that type of love.

I’ve never even…” She stops suddenly. Her eyes grow wide as if she’s said too much.

Never even what? She rubs at her head. “Oh, god. I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I’ve never told anyone this.”

Closer . Come on, you can do it.

As painful as it is, and as heavy as my cock feels, I take pride in giving her the space and time to speak, reassuring her where I can that I can be her safe space.

“I have only time. All of it in the world for you, Holly,” I say, relaxing my elbows against the seat of the couch, slouching back a little— entirely exposing my solid length .

I can pinpoint the exact millisecond she eases.

Her shoulders relax, breathing slows, and eyes fill with desire again instead of panic.

“I’ve never had a… an orgasm… from someone else before.” The word orgasm sends a shiver up my spine. A confession I never thought I’d hear from her. “But of all the things I’ve been ashamed of in my life, there’s one that I am the most. Because of your book.”

Yes! I knew it.

I knew it.

“Oh?” I pretend like I don’t already know. Like I didn’t accidentally catch her pleasuring herself that night I caught her reading my book.

“Yes. The masked man… when he did what he did… while she was asleep.”

I know.

“Did you like that, Holly?”

“It’s illegal!”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

Her breath quickens, and eventually she nods. It’s right there. On the tip of her tongue. “No. Tell me.” Come out of your shell for me, angel.

“I did like it. I liked it too much.”

“Do you want that to happen to you?” I practically breathe the question. Do you want me to do that to you?

“And have you—” Her eyes flare again. “ Someone put behind bars? No.”

Woman, why do your lips tell such lies?

This might help her spit out the truth. In one quick, near-violent motion I scoop her onto my lap, my hands digging into the small of her back, nudging her warm core against my length.

She bands her arms around my neck, whimpering into my mouth with a heated kiss, and I swear I could die in this moment.

This is the moment Holly will become mine .

“Cryus…” Her needy breath breaks past her lips as she tears herself away.

“Yes?”

Panting, she’s careful with her words, though I know she doesn’t mean them. “We can’t. We have that signing next week, you know what I’m like, I know I’m only going to?—”

“Shh,” I press my finger against her mouth, cutting her overthinking mutter off.

“You really do worry too much. You’re going to be fine.

We’re going to be fine,” I say, giving her a string of hope that no one is going to suspect anything, even when I know they absolutely most certainly will.

“I can play a good poker face. I write literal porn in public café’s without a sliver of suspicion.

I was fighting a war zone of horny demons in my head when I first met you, bet you didn’t know that, did you? ”

“You were? Even when I fell up the stairs, making a total idiot of myself, and all my clothes and underwear went everywhere and?—”

“You mean these?” I pull the red lace panties from my pocket, dangling them before stowing them back again.

“You… you had them this whole time?” she says, biting her lip.

I’d rather be the one biting those lips.

I grab her shoulders, pulling her attention back to me. “I’ve been infatuated by you this whole time. It’s been torture to live with you and not touch you like this .” I tilt my hips up against her. She sucks a breath in, and I know that I’ve hit that spot.

“But, what if Quinn figures it out you have something for the woman he’s paying?”

“I’m sure you can poker face too… actually, no I take that back. You suck at hiding things. I can see right through you.”

“Am I really that easy to predict?”

“No. I’m just really into everything you do. It’s my new full time job, trying to figure you out, Holly.”

Her hands venture down my thighs, and she starts twirling her fingers in a circular motion like a soft, affectionate massage. “You really are obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

“ Madly .”

“You really need to get a hobby, or something,” she teases.

Her crooked smile does something I can’t even put to words. “Smart ass.”

I use my knees to jolt Holly forward and claim her lips once more. Her taste is sweet and longing. Shivers penetrate my spine as her fingers thread through my hair, my cock straining against her core as she rocks her hips over me.

My mind wanders, thinking of all the ways I need to learn everything about her, immediately, right now, like I was prepping for a test in the next few hours.

I need to know the ways she likes to be touched, how she likes her breasts caressed, and her clit swirled, or how hot she likes her showers.

And most importantly, how much of me she can handle.

“So… about what I said earlier.”

“Yes?”

“Remember when you asked if I wanted it to happen to me?”

“I remember.”

“Well, I…”

Lied?