Mission And Sex

Mission And Sex
DENISE
"Oh... Mmm...this is so good, Jer." I moaned through a soft, quivery tone.
"I know it is..." He kept pounding deliciously into me.
With the pace he was going, I knew he was nearing his climax. It was good because I was nearing mine as well.
Our cries hit the ceiling as we both tumbled together in the wave of lust and sex, our release leaving me breathless yet content.
The guy could fuck a girl's brains out and being a sex freak, I was always down for it.
He fell off me, laying on his back, I rolled closer to keep my head on my chest. "So?"
"So what?" He pulled me closer.
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" I inquired.
A deep chuckle escaped him. "We've been fucking for a couple of weeks and you're just asking?"
I shrugged. "I wanted to savor it first before asking."
He looked down at me with an amused expression. It was almost uncanny how much he looked like Jared.
Ever since I'd helped Jared kidnap Mia, I'd been with Jerome and though the sex was great, it was for purpose — a paid one.
Hailey was still not aware I was out of prison. The police were still searching for my step father and his friend, Philip Pillax for the murder of Philip's wife.
According to Jared, Hailey was getting treated and surprisingly, contradicting the doctor who was treating her, his words concerning the time frame for Hailey's recovery, she was healing a lot more faster than expected.
It was shocking but good news. A host of other things were being talked about on the news but I wasn't really a news person so I didn't mostly care. Except that Jared had contested a political position and somehow won, scandals forgotten.
"I like to satisfy my woman." He finally responded.
Yeah, he thought we were an item since I'd helped him expose the alleged 'infidelity' of his fiancee. He believed me and now showered me with gifts and plenty sex.
He was still angry though and was still searching for his best friend — what a small world. I had no idea my ex, Christian, was his friend.
But it would seem Christian was also in hiding. And Jerome had no idea I was the reason he couldn't find Mia yet.
Everything was working out perfectly...for me, at least.
"So tell me about yourself." I met his gaze, giving him a smile that practically said he could trust me with his secret.
He shook his head. "No. Now what are we going to order before we go for round two?" He pressed his face to my forehead, lifting my chin to bring my lips to his.
I jerked my head away, pouting. "Not interested."
"Which one?" He was trying to take my chin again. "Lunch or sex."
"Both." I ensured he heard the disappointment and sadness in my tone as I rolled away from him, wanting to get off the bed.
As expected, he pulled me back and heaved a sigh. "Stop acting so childish."
"I can not be in a relationship with a man who will not trust me. I have told you everything about me, haven't I? What are you hiding from me?" I lashed in a pretend fume.
"Come on, Denise. Stop being so melodramatic." His eyes narrowed a bit disapprovingly.
"Okay, fine." I uttered in between gritted teeth, flashing him a phony smile. "Keep your secret, but I can not continue like this."
"What do you mean?" His brows knitted in perplexity.
"It means that no matter how great the sex is, I have to walk away when other personalities are un-alluring." I made to push myself off of him.
But he only held on tighter and began to pepper me with kisses on every and any part of my body his mouth could find, while his fingers located my soft, feminine wey spot between my legs and started to stroke.
Despite my struggles, a moan escaped.
"Your body is saying something else, baby." I heard the amused laughter in his tone.
I wanted to just ignore the mission and let him do toe what he wanted all day long but my stupid conscience had to ruin it.
I didn't know when I started to grow a conscience but it was really ruining the fun for me right now. Jared needed this to get back what belonged to him — the company.
So resisting desire with all of my might, I fought hard and landed a kick amidst struggles. "No, don't try to cover the issue."
He finally let go. "Okay, fine." He laid back. "What do you want to know?"
A smile tipped a corner of my mouth. "Everything you can tell me, and it should be the truth."
"You think I'll lie to you?" He adjusted himself so he was looking me in the eye.
"You're a bad boy, aren't you? Bad boys lie." I winked playfully.
He gave a simple shake of his head, smiling. "I'm sure by now, you know I have a twin brother."
"Uh..yeah. He won this just concluded election, right?" I was trying not to sound as though I knew so much.
"You don't watch the news?"
I shrugged, lying naked against his hard, naked frame. "I'm not a news person." That was the truth.
"Hm. I'm not either but I have to keep track of things, don't I?"
"What things?" I pressed on.
"My twin brother. I need to have a smoke." He got out of bed.
I watched him strut naked to grab a packet and lighter from a small table near the window. We were in his house.
"Why do you have to keep track of your brother?" My eyes followed the movement of his hands as they lit a stick clamped between his lips.
"Because, well, we don't like each other. I think hate is the right word." He said after a momentary pause.
"Hm. So care to tell me why you hate your twin brother?"