Don't Tell

by Violet Paige

  He threaded his fingers through mine, taking my hands over my head. He pumped inside me again. I moaned.

  “Vaughn, it’s too much.” I tried to catch my breath.

  “It’s not enough,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you.” He kissed my throat as my head reeled back with another of his powerful surges.

  He moved to his heels, pulling out of me. There was no time to protest or question him. I hated the sudden cold. I hated the immediate distance that was created when our bodies weren’t melted together. He flipped me on my stomach and began kissing my ankles. His lips moved to the back of my knees and up the sensitive lanes of my thighs. I held my breath when I felt the warmth of his lips press into the roundness of my ass. His hands coasted up to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh.

  “So damn beautiful.” He sighed. “So sexy.” He drew a line down the center of my back with his finger. I shivered.

  He crawled over top of me, his body lowering to align against mine. I felt the solidness of his shaft against my thigh. I was aching for it. I shifted my hips, tipping toward him. His hands stretched over my arms until his fingers were locked in mine. He kissed my neck, my ear, my cheek. I rocked back and forth. Each time his cock moved closer. Each time he rubbed our bodies together. The slickness of sex creating a heated friction.

  “Oh, God, Vaughn,” I moaned. I had never wanted him so badly.

  His teeth clamped on my shoulder.

  I lifted my ass once again and he pushed inside me. We groaned at the contact. He slammed into me, ramming his thick shaft deep against my walls.

  I screamed his name, but he muffled my cries with his lips and his tongue. His rhythm picked up speed. His pumps intensified.

  “Fuck, Em. Fuck it.”

  He sat back, bringing me off my stomach and onto my knees. I grabbed the headboard for leverage. I jutted back, sinking with all my force onto his cock.

  “Fuck,” he howled.

  I couldn’t stop. I needed him to feel it. To feel me. To experience the pleasure and the pain. To absorb it. To love it. To need it and crave it like I did. I kicked back again off the bed. His hands wrapped around my chest, pinching and pulling my nipples.

  “Shit,” I hissed.

  The pressure was intense. His cock too big. Our bodies were too explosive together. I bounced wildly, riding him higher and higher. I let go of the bed, scaling his body. Twisting and turning until we were face to face, my legs wrapped around him. We bucked up and down. Our mouths licked and sucked until our tongues twined with the same rhythm as our bodies. I held him in my arms. Clung to his neck. Breathed his breath. I was coated in his sweat. Covered in his scent. I was tangled in his arms.

  “I never want to stop fucking you. Never.” He kissed me.

  “Don’t. Please don’t.”

  The tears burst from my eyes.

  “Oh God.” He stared at me.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I urged. I let the tears fall.

  He kissed the side of my cheek and then the other.

  The rush was instant. I knew the orgasm would knock both of us to the bed. It was violently taking over my body. The twinge was like white lightning shooting through my core, numbing my limbs, coating my veins with blackness.

  Vaughn pushed inside me. His body stiffened. I felt the spasm of his muscles as he released inside me.

  We held each other in that moment. Letting the glitter fall around us. The heat of a burning bed smolder under our bodies.

  I opened my eyes. My legs were locked around him. He held my lower back to keep me from falling back.

  He kissed me roughly.

  “I meant it, Em. I love you. And I’m not leaving here without you.”

  “That wasn’t goodbye sex?” I whispered.

  He shook his head. “Hell no.”

  I was more shocked than if he had stood up and walked out of the room.

  “I-I don’t understand.”

  His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip.

  “I came back for you. I want you to come with me.” He brought his lips to mine. I touched my tongue to his thumb just as he sealed our mouths with a dizzying kiss.

  I seemed to forget what Vaughn had said. I let him love me again and again, until we both fell asleep. It was the first time I had slept in weeks.

  29

  I sat forward. The panic ripped through me. It was morning. The bed was empty. And I was naked.

  I ran my hands over my sore body. Traces of him were everywhere. He had touched me. Kissed me. Fucked me into oblivion. I closed my eyes. And he was gone. I patted the vacant pillow next to me. There was still an indentation from where he had slept.

  I blinked when I heard a toilet flush.

  The bathroom door opened. He stood in the doorway. “Did I wake you?” he asked.

  I let out a breath I was holding.

  “You’re still here.”

  He crossed the room. He looked at me quizzically. “You thought I was gone?”

  I nodded.

  “Em, my pants are right there.” He pointed to the pile of clothes we had assembled last night.

  “Right.” I tried to look relaxed. He had been missing a fraction of a second and I had already gone to the darkest of places.

  He sat in front of me. “I think it’s time to have that conversation we didn’t have last night.”

  I stared at his long lashes. They undid all my good intentions. I got lost in his eyes. In his voice.

  I nodded. “I think so.” I couldn’t pretend he wasn’t a fugitive. I couldn’t act as if everything were normal. There was no normal in our relationship.

  The first time I was naïve. He seduced me. Last night I made a conscious choice. I wasn’t his victim or target. I couldn’t blame him for my decision. I had crossed a line I didn’t know I was capable of crossing. I chose one night with Vaughn over everything I had ever valued and knew to be right. I waited for regret to hit me. For guilt to consume me.

  “Ask me anything you want. Ask it now. Everything.” He pressed my fingers to his lips, sucking and kissing the tips. “And even if I have to break my non-disclosure clause, I will tell you. We won’t leave this bed with secrets.”

  “Did Greer come home last night?” I looked over his shoulder.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want coffee. And I’m hiding a fugitive in my bedroom.” Putting those two things together was absurd. “I don’t want to be interrupted. These are the most important questions of my life.”

  He climbed from the bed. “I think you better check.”

  He moved the chair from under the door handle. I pulled a robe over my shoulders and tip-toed into the living room. The door was locked. The lights were off. Her bedroom door was open. It didn’t look as if she had slept here.

  I walked back to Vaughn. “No sign of her. I better send her a text to check.”

  “I don’t want to drag her into this. You know that?”

  I nodded, clutching my phone. “Let’s just see how much time we have.”

  Last night time didn’t matter. I was willing to steal whatever remnants I could pluck together. This morning, that felt reckless and irresponsible. Safety mattered now. Thinking through everything was an instant priority. I had abandoned all rationality once his lips touched mine. What if Agent Kenneth called or stopped by before my trip to New Bern? What if he thought there was some kind of break in the case? What if somehow he knew Vaughn was here?

  “You ok?” he looked at me.

  “Yes.” I nodded. I had to settle one issue at a time. I pulled out my phone to text Greer.

  Good date?

  I sent the message. She would kill me if she knew I had reunited with my ex in the same way she and Preston must have last night.

  The best.

  “What did she say?” Vaughn tried to look at the screen.

  “She stayed at Preston’s last night.”

  Are you coming home soon?

  Are you ok? I can if you need me.
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br />   I chewed on my lip. She had no idea how much I needed her to stay away.

  No. I’m working on exams. Tell Pres I said hi.

  See you maybe tomorrow.

  I knew that bought us enough time to at least have a cup of coffee and go through this infamous list of questions Vaughn kept asking for.

  I turned toward him.

  “We’re set. We have some time. But I can’t promise she won’t be back tonight.”

  “I understand.” He walked into the kitchen and reached for the coffee pot and filled it with water. “It’s not a problem.”

  I didn’t know what that meant.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him comfortably move through the kitchen.

  “Making you coffee. I think that was one of your stipulations.” He winked at me as he scooped the grounds into the filter.

  None of this made sense. His cavalier attitude. His unstoppable sex appeal. My undying love for a man who had broken me in too many places to count.

  I leaned against the bar. “I want to start asking questions now.”

  “Go for it.” He pushed the red button on the machine.

  I needed a damn notebook for this. I thought about the collection of notes Agent Kenneth had. Each time we met we covered a different topic. We had been talking for weeks. I was somehow supposed to put all of that into one conversation. And would it be enough? I didn’t know if Vaughn could answer all the questions I had. I expected them to be like an elixir full of healing serum.

  “How do you know I’m not going to tell the bureau everything you tell me now?” It seemed to be the most critical aspect to his safety.

  “Because I trust you.” He looked at me with a steady gaze.

  I owed him the truth too. “I’ve already talked to them.” I didn’t expect to feel ashamed. I had betrayed our intimate conversations.

  “It’s ok. I know. I know Agent Kenneth meets with you every day after work.”

  My eyes widened. “How do you know that?”

  “I haven’t been that far away.” He smiled sadly.

  “You’ve been watching me?”

  He nodded. “I wanted to know if you were ok. I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, physically,” he added. “I wanted to be next to you. To help you, but it was too risky. Just know I left because I had to. Not because I wanted to.”

  “How long? How long have you been shadowing me?”

  “You make it sound like I was a damn stalker. I was watching out for you.”

  I glared at him. “Answer it.”

  “I knew about the New Bern trip. About your brother. And when you came back and they took you into custody. I’ve been around ever since. I turned down two jobs so I could stick around.”

  The coffee pot chugged with steam. Vaughn pulled two cups from the cabinet and placed a mug in front of me. He searched the fridge for creamer and set it on the side. I kept my smile hidden. He knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

  I stirred it into my coffee. He had been here. When I was hurting the most—he was here.

  “Maybe we should start at the beginning instead of going backward,” I decided.

  “Whatever you want to do.” He walked around the bar and sat on the barstool next to me. He looked incredibly sexy with the slight stubble on his chin.

  “How did you get into this line of work?” I held the hot mug in my hands.

  “Good question.” He paused to drink his coffee. “I mentioned I had a previous job. A dangerous one. I was an operative in a Special Forces unit for five years. I made a lot of contacts during my time in the military. When I resigned I was approached by one of those contacts to join a company. Let’s call it Blackwing.”

  “And Blackwing, your company, this is what they do? Steal information?”

  “I like to think of it as getting the information into the hands of people who can do something important with it. But I don’t get into the politics of it. That’s not what I’m paid for.”

  “But you are paid?” I pressed. “I heard millions.”

  Vaughn’s hand squeezed the inside of my thigh. I gasped. “You heard right.”

  “If you already have millions of dollars, why keep doing it? Do you really need that much money?”

  “You can never have too much money.”

  “You like having all that money?”

  He grinned wickedly. “I don’t think you realize what life is like as a millionaire. There’s nothing I can’t do. Nothing I can’t buy. Nowhere I can’t travel. I have complete control and freedom.”

  I had to move on. I couldn’t get bogged down on one question. We could launch into ethical debates on everything I asked.

  “Do you care what the information is? Do you choose your subjects?”

  He shook his head. “No. I get a drop with the assignment. I do the research. I hand off the file. And they deposit money in my account. It’s pretty simple.”

  “And this role you play. The women. Dating them until you get the target—do you enjoy it?” The words felt sticky coming off my tongue. It was one of the hardest parts of the story for me to digest.

  “Sometimes.” His look pierced me.

  “Did you love them?” My voice faltered. “Do you still love any of them?”

  “Em, I’ve never fallen for any of them. It’s why I’m so good at what I do. It’s never happened.” He grinned. “Not until now. And damn it, if it hasn’t made everything in my life a fucking mess.” He laughed.

  “You want me to take you for your word on that? I saw files of beautiful wealthy women you slept with and…”

  “And nothing.” He gripped my wrists. “They were nothing. They were marks.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  He pulled me off he stool, pinning my arms together. “I could have left whenever I wanted, but I didn’t. I could have convinced you to get Greer here much sooner. Weeks earlier. But I didn’t. I didn’t want the job to be over.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I never should have taken you to the winery.” He moved his lips to my throat. “I never should have helped you find that client.” He pushed the robe from my shoulder, so my breast was bare in front of him. “I never should have told you I loved you.” His eyes lit. “Once I was in, I was in too deep. So deep I forgot it was a job. That you were a target. That you weren’t the fucking reason I needed to live.”

  I struggled to find a breath.

  “You were some angel that saved me, Em. That gave me something I didn’t ask for. That held me and tied me to you when I needed to break free and run. But I couldn’t run from you. It was the only thing I couldn’t do.”

  He let go of my wrists and tugged the robe to the floor. I stood naked in front of him. He lifted me in the air until I was resting on the counter. He pushed me against the cool surface, spreading my legs.

  His tongue made a single stroke between my folds. A stroke of pure molten heat. I jerked, but he held my hips steady as he lapped over my clit. My orgasm climbed to the surface quickly. He twisted his tongue back and forth until it darted in and out of my entrance. I clenched and quivered. And then I felt the pad of his thumb against my backside. I tensed immediately.

  “Trust me,” he whispered between my legs.

  “Oh, Vaughn.”

  I let go. I released my body to him. I gave in. His tongue plunged deep inside me as he worked his thumb with steady pumps until I felt so full, so whole.

  The sparks flew in my core, zinging in erratic patterns. Until I was panting through my release.

  “Come, baby,” he growled. He nipped at my clit and I screamed with the intensity of it all.

  I burst into flames on the kitchen counter. My body wracked with sensation. His thumb seared into me, breaching a secret lair of sensation I didn’t know I enjoyed. Erotic fireworks shot through me the more he breached the forbidden zone.

  He sucked eagerly as I spilled into him. My orgasm unleashed. My body glistening with sweat.

  I sighed.

  Vaughn k
issed the inside of my thigh and helped me sit forward.

  He looked up at me.

  “Do you believe me now?”

  I nodded. I put my hands around his neck as he picked me up from the counter. “Take me to bed.”

  “Are we done with all the questions? Do you have everything you need to know?” His voice was low and breathy.

  “I have more questions. Too many questions. But I need you to fuck me before I can think again.” I drew his lips to mine.

  He stopped in the doorway.

  “Three hours, Em. You have three hours to decide.”

  I released his firm bottom lip from my teeth.

  “Why three hours?” I searched his eyes.

  “Because that’s when we have to fly to the Bahamas to make our connecting flight.”

  “Three hours? But why?”

  He nodded. “I’ll spend it how you want. I’ll answer a hundred more questions. I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop. I’ll hold you while you sleep. Make you breakfast. Whatever you want. But know this... I don’t plan on leaving here without you.”

  I swallowed. If he was going to leave and never come back, I had to have this. I had to have him. I needed to memorize what it felt like when our bodies moved together. What it was like when he was inside me. I didn’t know the last time I should have traced every line of his body. That I should have studied all the shades of brown his eyes could make. That when he left all I would have would be these memories.

  “Please fuck me,” I whispered. I was going to live in this moment as long as I could.

  “Always.”

  He carried me to the bed and dropped me in the center. He crawled toward me like a hungry tiger. He shed his boxer briefs in the next stride.

  “One taste of you isn’t enough.” He moved closer.

  My heart rushed with electricity.

  “I want more. So much more of you.”