Page 93 of Sweet Deception

In the darkness, her eyes once again find mine. She peers down at me while she rolls her hips against my waist, taking every inch of me inside her wet pussy.

Fucking hell.She’s going to make me?—

“I missed you,” she moans in a tiny, infuriatingly sexy voice, just before my vision dims and I paint the depths of her body with my cum.

I’m still twitching when she sprawls her upper half over me and crushes her mouth to mine. With my hands still digging into her hips, I guide her body twice more down the length of my cock, just getting the last of my load out, when her hips buck. Panting against me, she starts to quiver. My hands snake around her back, anchoring her to me while climax seizes her.

Then it dawns on me.

When this is all over, I’ll have no idea how to let this woman go.

But whatever we have…it can’t last. Nothing good lasts. Not for me.

The moment stretches between us.

When Nika reaches up to caress my face, tracing the tension in my jaw, my inner control finally cracks, and I can no longer lie to myself.

I don’t just want her now…I’m pretty sure I want her forever.

In the darkness, my fingertips rub her up and down, memorizing every inch of her. Despite all the reasons that Veronika Kotova and I should stay away from each other, I know I’m going to fight to keep us together.

The way she embraces me, the way I’m embracing her… It’s intense. Meaningful. Purposeful. Too tender to explain.

For the first time, I allow myself to imagine a future where keeping her close doesn’t mean putting her in danger.

No matter how I think about it, though, a future like that would require leaving the family behind. Nika could never be safe here.

More importantly, she’d never agree to be part of all this, no matter how wonderfully she fit in tonight with my family, my friends…

I’d also never leave the family behind. I’m nothing without them.

My mind drifts up to the heavens high above us. My ceiling’s in the way, but behind my eyelids, I can picture the cosmos unfolding. I don’t know how many nights I’ve spent on my balcony, gazing up at the sky through the telescope my mother gave me another lifetime ago. She called me her curious boy, said I was always stargazing and searching for…more.

Jupiter and Venus have shined especially bright this fall.

I appreciate the precise orbital mechanics that bring these planets into view. The organized chaos of it all is what I’m in awe of. But now, in my mind, their appearance together takes on a new meaning in my mind.

Our night sky can look like a mess of random lights in the dark, but the truth is that everything follows exact patterns and precise orbits. Even things that seem wildly different can align perfectly.

Maybe Nika and I are like that…two impossible things that somehow fit together.

We’re only moments into our cooldown when a fist bangs on the door, bursting the bubble of our perfect moment.

As gently and quickly as we can, we untangle from each other so I can slide out of bed. I have no idea where I kicked off my sweats, so I yank the top sheet off the edge of the bed and wrap it around my waist.

Then I stalk to the door, expecting one of my friend’s faces, but when I swing it open, I find my father staring back at me instead.

His eyes drop from my face to the rest of me, absorbing my state of undress with a raised eyebrow. Even in the dim hallway, his features appear to exhibit both pride and concern.

“Get dressed.” He hesitates. “Both of you.” My father’s unreadable gaze shifts away from me. “Rory’s found something.”

“Fine.” This is awkward as ass. “We’re on our way.”

I try not to slam the door in his face.

By clicking on the lights in my suite, I temporarily blind us both. Blinking rapidly, I start to gather up our clothes from the floor.

She sits straight up in my bed, covering herself with the duvet. “What’s going on?”