Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,34

and it’s killing me. Disrupting my work. Heath is right to call me a grumpy motherfucker. If I’m not deep inside his daughter, that’s who I become. She is a drug. Her sweet pussy. Her throaty moans. Her smooth, delectable skin. But also her laugh. The way she looks at me when she thinks I don’t notice. The way her fingers feel grazing down my back when she thinks I’m asleep and needs to touch me to know this is real—that we are real.

This brings up another thing that has my mind darkening. What the hell am I really doing? Living in a goddamn fantasy, thinking Hazel and I have anything more than a forbidden affair. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes I’m the villain and runs far away from me.

If Heath can do it, so can you.

A bastard like me can only dream. I can pretend what we’re doing isn’t wrong, but in the end, it’s my funeral. Heath will resent me and possibly her for her poor decisions. And for that, I need to make some decisions. He loves her with all his being. How would our relationship taint how he sees her? I wouldn’t live long enough to find out.

The thought of losing Heath as a friend further sours my mood.

Every single day, I take from people. In my line of business, being ruthless is the only way I know. It’s what makes me filthy, fucking rich. But some things come with too high of a price tag, one being my friendship with Heath. And for that, I have to make a decision—one where fewer people get hurt.

“What’s got you so quiet? Thinking of ways to violate me in your master shower?” Hazel pulls me back to the present. I bask in the feel of her breasts resting against my chest and her fingernails grazing up and down my stomach.

I run my hands through her hair. “I’m thinking about all the toys I have yet to shove up your pretty little asshole.” Lies. I’m thinking about whether I should keep you or let you go.

Her lips press against my chest, and I memorize the way they feel against my skin.

“I feel a challenge coming on.” Her soft giggle guts me because I know what I need to do.

I need to set her free. Tonight. Because if I don’t, I’ll never be able to let her go.

Hazel

Instead of getting a tour of sex toys, Gabriel insists we go for a swim. My body is already becoming sore, so a dip in the cool water sounds like a great idea.

Like a gentleman, he carries me outside, insisting on zero clothing. He’ll just be tearing it off anyhow.

“Jesus, do you host the water Olympics here?” I gasp at how gigantic his pool is. It has to be three times the size of ours.

“I like big things.” He chuckles and walks us into the pool. I keep hold of him, my arms wrapped around his neck, and enjoy the smell of him.

“I seem to like big things too,” I reply, giggling at the double meaning. He doesn’t respond. He holds me as we float around in his pool. I love the way we’ve become so comfortable with each other. So at ease. I love how perfectly I fit in his arms. How right we feel together. And I know he senses it too. I can tell when I catch him looking at me. Stealing glances. Little does he know, I’m doing the same. As if we can’t get enough. And I never want that to end.

I move my head away from his shoulder, stealing a peek at his beautiful eyes. “How do you think it will be when we’re all together again?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, moving closer to the side of the pool.

“Us. Like my dad and you. How different will it be?”

There’s some pause before he answers. “I highly doubt anything will be the same, little bird. I used to tuck you into your bed at night. Now, I’m chaining you to mine.” I can’t hide the snicker at his truthful response. “Why do you laugh?” He threatens to dunk me, but I hold tight around his neck.

“I don’t know. Just that I know it’s crazy how we came to be together. And I know, God, people will talk… but…”

Before I can finish, his lips fuse to mine in a passionate kiss. It’s not aggressive, but it’s not gentle either. It’s…with purpose. As if he’s