Page 35 of Secret Revenge

I knew my brothers would have a different opinion if they learned what had happened tonight. I told myself that they didn’t know her like I did. I told myself I wasn’t blinded by love.

Love

I looked at her beneath me, her eyes closed, lips parted as she moaned my name over and over again.

I jerked inside of her at the realization.

Iwasin love with her.

I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this way since Barbara. And here I was, finally falling in love again.

The more I thought about it, the more it scared me. There were only two paths here: make it work with Emily Skye or live without her.

Would I be able to do either one?

17

EMILY

Imoaned as Travis jerked inside of me, my toes curling in my shoes. I couldn’t believe that I was having sex with Travis again. But another part of me couldn’t believe I’d been able to stay away from him this long.

Every time I slept with him, I thought back on my hatred of his family and hoped that that time would be the last. Yet every time I was alone with him I crumpled instantly. Now here I was with my legs around his butt as he moved inside of me.

I could justify our rendezvous as being about my mission. After he had caught me at the server room, I feared the worst. And I beat myself up for not having taken enough precautions. I could still feel his suspicion even as he thrust into me, even though he did not utter a word of it.

I tried to tell myself that that was not exciting. That this whole thing was not exciting, this element of danger wrapped in something else.

Something else. A feeling of genuine warmth for the man. A feeling of warmth I very, very much did not want to be there.

Yet I couldn’t wish it away.

I had been hoping that he would simply let me walk out of the company and go on my way. Then I could have run instead of getting close to him again. But he’d offered me a ride. Everything in me had screamed at me to refuse his offer, but I worried that that would only make me seem more guilty so I had been forced to accept.

I had seduced him tonight for my own safety. For the safety of the investigation. For the greater good. I told myself that.

I didn’t believe it.

I sure as hell wasn’t acting now as I writhed and moaned in his back seat. The truth was, I had never faked it with him. Not since we met. I loved his attention. I loved his sex.

If only he was not the man he was… maybe we would have been able to make something work. But I knew that even now my purse held the evidence of his crimes on a tiny flash drive. And when I read those files, there would be no denying the truth. None of these feelings would matter.

I was surprised by how guilty I felt for my betrayal. As he kissed me earnestly, I hated the thought of hurting him.

I tried to shrug off this feeling, choosing to focus instead on his body wrapped around mine and the pleasure it elicited from me.

I unwrapped my hands from his back, moving them to his butt as I widened my legs to welcome him deeper inside me. I groaned when latched onto my neck, kissing and suckling at it, sending more pleasure wracking through my body as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I looked at him in confusion when he pulled away from me, but he turned me to my side and laid beside me, entering me from behind. My eyes widened as his cock bulged inside me, massaging every corner of my core.

“Oh.”

I lifted my leg, wrapping it behind him to give him better range and movement as I enjoyed every part of his ministrations.

I moved with him, my hips grinding into him just as his fingers found my clit. Pleasure shot through me as he twirled his finger around the swollen nub and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.

“Travis…” I moaned out as my eyes closed from the blinding pleasure that threatened to overtake me.

“Yes… take all you need,” he replied behind me, quickening his pace. My hand tightened around his thigh as he moved. He palmed my breasts, his hands fondling my nipples just as I released.