Liar, Liar (7 page)

I find a treadmill and hit play on my iPod’s workout play list.  Taylor Swift singing ‘Shake It Off’ fills my ears as I begin a slow, warm-up jog.

By the time I step off the treadmill, all hot and sweaty, I feel a little better.  Needing to cool off, I make my way to the pool downstairs, my eyes subtly scanning the room as I go, looking for Benny.  I don’t see him, though, and I have to consciously ignore the pang of disappointment in my stomach.

I change into my black one-piece swimsuit and dive into the cool water.  Rather than do laps, I just float around, do some light strokes, and relax.  A few minutes later, I become aware of someone looking at me, so I glance around and immediately notice Benny.  He’s wearing a pair of bright blue swimming trunks, and his glorious, tanned chest is bare.  Every ripple and contour of his abdominal muscles are on display, along with a ripped V that disappears beneath the waistband of his shorts. 

He dives into the water and swims directly over to me.

“Hey,” he says with a grin as he runs his hand through hair.

“Hey.”

Even though he looks carefree, I can see the tension behind his eyes and it has me wondering what happened today.  Still, I decide to ask anyway.  He can either shut me down, or open up.

“Is everything okay?” I ask gently.

His eyes widen imperceptibly in surprise.  “I had a shit day,” he admits.  “But it’s better now.”  He grins and his dimples pop out.  God, he’s gorgeous.

“I’m glad.  Want to race?”

“You know I’ll beat you, right?”

“You’re so sure?” I splash him with some water while I subtly move back to the wall.  “Go!” I push off from the wall to give myself a boost and then swim as fast as I can to the end.  When I slap the side of the pool, I am almost breathless, but I’m satisfied to see I beat him by just one arm’s length.

“You cheated,” he accuses.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Benny,” I placate, biting back my laughter.

“I’ll show you sore loser,” he warns through a chuckle.  Then he grips me by the waist and tosses me into the water.  I fly through the air and land with a shriek, surfacing with a splutter.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” I give him a glare before swimming after him.  He races away and I finally manage to grip his shoulders (only because I’m sure he slowed down so I could).  I climb onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.  Then with no other option, I make a fist and give him a noogie.  He laughs out loud, the rich, deep noise surrounding me, and bringing out my own burst of laughter.

As we continue to splash each other and laugh in the water, our touches become more frequent, they begin to linger longer, and the heady scent of arousal and tension fills the air around us.  He comes up behind me and dunks me down before lifting me back up again.  Instead of releasing me, his hand stays on my hips before moving around to splay across my stomach.  Of its own accord, my ass tips back and I feel the rigid length of his hard-on pressing against me. 

I almost whimper, but I manage to swallow it before it escapes my lips. 

Spinning around, I catch him off guard and I’m able to dunk him.  I take off, swimming across the pool, trying not to get a mouthful of water as I laugh.  Our playful antics are like tantric foreplay.  I am so turned on, and from the heated look in his beautiful eyes, I know he is feeling the same way. 

My feet are just able to touch the bottom of the pool, so I turn and keep walking backward while watching as Benny stalks toward me like a lion stalking its prey.  A victorious gleam glints in his eyes as his lips tilt in a smirk, when my back hits the side of the pool.

Shit.

He corners me, caging me in with his strong arms.  He is so close to me that our breath is mingling, yet he isn’t close enough.  He isn’t touching me, and I want so desperately for him to touch me.

“You dunked me,” he states.

“I did,” I reply, trying for meek, but failing as I have to bite back a grin.

“You’re a naughty girl, Makenna,” he whispers hoarsely.  My stomach dips and my thighs clench together.

He moves in closer, but refrains from touching me.  Every single nerve ending in my body is on high alert, waiting,
aching
for his touch.

His eyes search my face for a beat, and when he finds what he is looking for, his head dips down and his lips meet mine.  He nibbles softly along my flesh before probing my top lip with his tongue.  I willingly open for him and he slides inside caressing me gently.  Even though we are in the pool, my body is on fire.  I desperately want to reach out and touch him, wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer to me while deepening the kiss.  I want to scratch my nails down his back and feel his muscles ripple beneath my fingertips.  I want to feel his hard length rubbing against the ache between my thighs.  I want…

“Benny,” I whisper, as he pulls his lips from mine briefly.  Something about the sheer want in my voice has his self-control snapping because he grinds into me, fusing his body to my own and then he takes my mouth in savage, bruising kiss that has my toes curling. 

My fingers thread through his hair and I tug him impossibly closer to me.  His hands grip my ass and he lifts me up.  Instinctively, my legs go around his waist and he growls into my mouth when I whimper as his cock rubs against where I need it most.

Without warning, he tears his mouth from mine.  We are both panting and I am left feeling a little bereft.  I am that turned on, I wouldn’t have argued if he had pulled my swimsuit aside and sunk inside of me right here in the water.

“Let’s get out of here,” he rasps, sending a delicious shiver throughout my body.

“My place,” I pant.  I turn and he boosts me up out of the water.  We grab our bags and then race through the gym, still soaking wet, and into the backseat of his waiting car.

He fires off my address to his driver and then tugs me into his lap.  Cupping his cheeks, I press my lips to his and kiss him deeply as my hips imperceptivity move over his erection.

Within minutes the car comes to a stop and we are both in a hurry to exit the vehicle.  Taking his hand, I lead him inside, feeling giddy as we wait for the elevator doors to open.  They slide open and we step inside.  As soon as they shut, I hit the button for my floor and then he is pressing me into the back wall and kissing me again.  His hands roam over my body, his thumb swipes my nipple, and I gasp in delight.  My fingers trail over his muscular back and down further to his taut ass, where I give him a squeeze and pull him into me further.

The bell dings and he backs away, taking my hand and walking out into the hallway.

“Which way?”

“Left.  Twenty-two,” I manage.

Striding with purpose down to my door, I scramble with my free hand to pull the keys from my gym bag.  I fumble as I try to hurriedly put the key in the lock. Finally managing it, I twist the handle and we step inside.  My door closes with a heavy
thunk
and then he backs me into it, caging me against the wood with his hands above my head.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, running his nose tenderly down my cheek.  My breath catches in my throat as he begins to slowly kiss me, nibbling down my neck and licking my pulse points.  My legs feel as if they will give out any moment, so I am glad when his hands go to my ass again, and he gives me a squeeze before boosting me up.

“Love your ass, Makenna,” he whispers before his mouth meets mine for a quick, but incredibly deep, wet kiss.

“Which way to your bedroom?” he pants.

I point in the direction and he carries me directly in before depositing me gently on the bed.  My hands immediately go to the waistband of his swim trunks and I shove them down roughly.  His cock springs free, all hard and thick, and my tongue traces along my lips as my mouth waters, desperate to taste him.

“Someone’s eager,” he says through a chuckle.

I give him a rueful grin as he reaches out to slide my swimsuit down my arms until my breasts are exposed.

“Perfect,” he murmurs reverently as his eyes roam my skin.  “Lie back,” he commands.  My back finds my soft sheets and then he sensually pulls my swimsuit from my body before tossing it beside the bed.

Grasping my knees, he pushes them apart, exposing me to him fully.  He pulls in a sharp breath and my stomach clenches.

“I’m going to taste you now, Makenna,” he whispers huskily, finding my eyes.

I can’t even speak, I just breathe heavily, as his head disappears between my legs.  Then I feel the first swipe of his tongue as he licks me from top to bottom.  I writhe on the bed, desperate for him to pay attention to my clit, but he avoids the area, teasing me until my hands are clutching his head and my hips are jerking off the bed.

“Benny.  Oh, yes,” I moan.

Finally,
finally
, his mouth finds my clit and he draws the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.  The buildup to my orgasm comes quick and the instant he slides two fingers inside me, curling them up to stroke the bundle of nerves inside me, I shatter into a million pieces of sheer bliss. 

“Condom?” he asks, and I open my eyes to find he is lying over me.

“Side drawer,” I murmur.

He reaches into my drawer and pulls out the small foil packet.  He tears it open with his teeth and slides it over his length.  Gripping the base of his cock, he maneuvers it through my slick flesh, coating himself in my arousal.  Then, inch by inch, he submerges himself.  My back arches off the bed as my breath leaves me in a rush.  As he bottoms out and his balls slap against my ass, he groans, deep and rumbly. 

He pulls out, leaving just the tip inside, before he slams home.  He repeats the process over and over again, driving me wild.  My legs go around his waist and I lock my ankles.  He plants his hands beside my shoulders and then he begins to really fuck me.  He thrusts in hard, grinding his pelvis on my clit, bringing me to the point of absolute deliriousness.  A slick sheen of sweat coats his body and I lift my head to taste his chest.

Delicious.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, taking my lips with his before he trails kisses down my neck and along my chest until he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking deep.  He releases my breast and then comes up higher on his knees, lifting my ass up and fucking me deeper.  I grip his biceps, digging my nails in as my orgasm bursts through my body.

“Benny!” My voice comes out hoarse and warbled as my sex convulses around him.  He buries his head in the crook of my neck, groaning as he comes.  The deep sound vibrates against my flesh and I reflexively clench around him and hold him closer. 

He pulls out and disposes of the condom, while I lie sprawled on the bed trying to regain my breath.  A few minutes later, he rejoins me, sliding in beside me and tugging me into his arms, arranging us so my back is to his chest.  His fingers gently skate up and down my arms, and the act is so tender, so sweet, so relaxing, that my eyes flutter shut and I fall asleep.  I drift off, held in the arms of Benny Duncan, the man who I am being paid to fabricate an affair with so his wife can extort more money from him.

It doesn’t even occur to me that I downright forgot I was supposed to be working.  No photographic proof was recorded, no video documentation. 
Nothing.
  I can’t even find it inside of me to care.

Makenna’s breath evens out and I know she is sleeping.  Sliding my arm from under her, I exit the bedroom and find my gym bag.  Pulling my private phone out, I check for any messages.

Three missed calls and three messages.

The first is from Barney. 

Benny, Barney Stellan here, I wanted to let you know we were unable to issue the papers to Regina today.  She wasn’t at any of the addresses you gave us.  I’ll give you a call Monday morning and we’ll reschedule.  Have a good weekend.

Fuck!

The second is from Regina.

Darling, I know you’re likely at the gym working out, but could you please phone me when you receive this message. 

The third is Regina again.

Benny, since you haven’t phoned me back, I’ll have to tell you this in a message.  My grandmother has taken ill and I am leaving with mother today to spend the weekend with her.  I’ll be home by Tuesday.  Please give me a call at some stage, I’m sure grandmother would like to hear your get well wishes.

Scrubbing my hands over my face, I try to sort the feelings swirling in my stomach.  The overwhelming emotion seems to be relief.  I am so fucking glad Regina will be away for the next few days because I can spend those days deep inside Makenna.  I’m also disappointed Barney wasn’t able to deliver the divorce papers, but I’m also glad.  I may not love Regina, and I may not want to be married to her, but I’m not a heartless prick.  She doesn’t need this on top of her grandmother taking ill.  Especially since I know how close she is to the woman.

I fire off an email to Barney asking him to wait until the Monday after before proceeding, explaining Regina is having some family issues and will be out of town.  That will give her a week at home before she is served.

Not wanting to waste a second, and knowing Regina isn’t at home waiting up to bitch in my ear about us having kids or working on our marriage, I toss my phone back in my bag and make my way back into Makenna’s room.

She looks like a damn angel, spread out on the bed, her hair fanning the pillow.  Her eyes are softly closed, her lips plump from my kissing and forming an adorable pout.  The white bed sheet is pulled up to collarbone, but it has moved down on one side, exposing her creamy breast and succulent pink nipple.  My cock jerks and grows as I walk over beside the bed and drop to my knees.

Using my finger, I trace around the pink flesh tenderly, watching as her bud puckers.  Unable to resist any longer, I drop my head and swirl my tongue around her nipple before pulling it gently into my mouth. 

Still asleep, she arches her back, unknowingly thrusting her tit deeper into my face.

“Oh, yes,” she whispers, her eyes still closed.

I pay attention to her nipple until she is squirming in her sleep.  Then I pull down the sheet to expose her other tit, before closing my lips around the bud.  With careful precision, I plant wet, open mouthed kisses down her stomach, moving the sheet as I go, until her bare pussy comes into view.  Her slit glistens with arousal and I can’t hold back any longer.  My tongue sweeps through her flesh, flicking her swollen nub.  I marvel at the way it turns a pretty pink when I suck it in between my lips.

She wakes with a start when I gently nip her pussy lips, and her fingers instantly thread through my hair as she moans and spreads her legs wider.  Her hips thrust and it gives me an idea.  I climb onto the bed, lying on my back before grasping her hips and dragging her on top of me.  Her round, fucking gorgeous ass hovers over my face before I pull her hips down, guiding her cunt to my mouth.

“
Shit!
” she hisses when I spear my tongue inside.

A breath gets caught in my throat and I falter as she takes my cock deep in her mouth.  She swirls her tongue and scrapes her teeth gently down my shaft with expert precision.  I keep on eating her, focusing my attention on her soft whimpers and the way her hips move as she fucks my face.  Then she’s coming on my face, jerking uncontrollably and filling my tongue with her sweet essence.  When her shudders stop, I grip her hips and slide her down my stomach until she reaches my cock. 

“Condom,” she pants.

I blindly reach to the side until my fingers come into contact with the familiar foil wrapper.  I pass it to her and she unrolls it over my dick before positioning herself above me.  Then in one swift move, she drops down and engulfs me.

“Fuck!  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck,
fuck!”
I roar, as she rides me with wild abandon, stealing my breath and taking me to highs I didn’t know existed.  She swivels her hips and tips her head back so her hair skims the top of her utterly fuckable ass.

“That’s it, baby.  Ride me hard,” I encourage, loving her losing control almost as much as I love the feel of her heat enveloping my cock.

When her movements start to get jagged and her pussy flutters, I know she’s close.  Planting my feet, I begin thrusting upward.  She falls forward, tilting her hips and giving me a view of her glorious ass as my cock disappears inside of her over and over again.

“Yes, Benny,” she moans, and then whimpers as she buries her head into the bed and comes.

A few minutes later, I roar as my cock jerks and explodes.  I collapse back and tug her with me.  I pull off the condom and drop it beside the bed.  I’ll dispose of it later.  I fit her to my side, noticing how sticky and sweaty we both are, but not giving one shit.

“Mmm, that was a nice surprise,” she murmurs, a lazy grin on her lips.  “Someone’s greedy.”

I don’t tell her I’m making up for lost time.  I don’t tell her my dick has been hard for her since the first moment I saw her.  I don’t tell her I haven’t had sex for four years.  Instead, I give her a wicked grin and pinch her nipple lightly, causing her moan.

“Let me spend the weekend?” I say to the darkness, hoping she agrees, because I’m not finished with her yet.  I’m not ready to walk away tomorrow morning and forget this ever happened.

“Okay,” she replies softly, and I want to punch the air in victory.

“Sleep, baby,” I whisper instead, brushing the hair from her face and kissing her temple. 

She sighs contentedly and then throws me some sass.  “Well, I
was
sleeping, until you decided to wake me.”

“You loved it.

“I sure did.”

Wrapped in each others arm, our bodies slick with sex, the room filled with the scent of our combined arousal, our eyes fall closed.  I’ve never slept better.

***

We sleep late, not rising until well after midday.  Considering that after we had fallen asleep, I had woken Makenna up for another round of slow, sleepy sex at around three a.m. and we had both come hard, we were exhausted. 

We showered and I changed into the spare set of clothes I carried in my gym bag. Then she prepared us some food while I checked my emails and messages.

I ignored the ones that could wait until I was back in the office on Monday, but replied to other maintenance requests, forwarding the cell number of the emergency maintenance man we kept on staff.

“I’ve just got to make a few calls,” I tell Makenna, as she stands behind the kitchen counter chopping salad.

“Okay,” she says, glancing up at me with a smile.  “If you need privacy, feel free to use my bedroom.”

I give her a sharp nod, and then stride toward her.  My arms wind around her waist and I kiss her neck right where it meets her shoulder.  She shudders in my arms and tilts her head to the side, giving me more access.

“I won’t take long,” I whisper huskily in her ear, before sucking her lobe.

I make my way into her room and sit down on the bed before dialing Regina.  She will expect me to check in, and if I don’t return her calls, she is bound to call my parents and ask them to check up on me.  It’s easier to make this five-minute call and have her out of my hair until she gets home.

“Hello, Benny.”

“Regina.  How’s Ethel?” I ask curtly, referring to her grandmother.

“She’s doing as well as can be expected.  My parents have arranged a live-in nurse to help her after we leave.  She’ll be arriving on Tuesday.”

“When are you expected to return?”

“By Tuesday evening… unless you’d like me home earlier?” she asks with a hint of hope in her tone.

“No need.”

“Have you given any more thought to what we discussed last week?”

“I don’t have to think about it.  My answer remains the same.”

“You really do like to put me in difficult situations, don’t you, Benjamin?” she snaps.

Here we go again with the poor me bullshit.

“I’m busy, Regina.  Give my regards to Ethel.”  I end the call before she can carry on anymore.  Resting my cell in my lap, I try to relax my jaw, which has been clenched tight since I walked in here to make the call.  My phone vibrates and I glance down expecting to hit ignore when I saw Regina’s name.  Instead, Estelle, my secretary, is calling.

“Afternoon, Estelle.  Everything okay?”

“Uh, yes, everything is okay here,” she replies, sounding confused.  “Is everything okay with
you?
”

“Of course it is.  Why do you ask?”

“You aren’t at work.  I wanted to make sure you were okay.”  Her concern is justified, considering since I took over the company, I generally work six-and-a-half days a week to avoid being at home.

“I decided to have the weekend off,” I reply easily.

“You did?  That’s amazing!  Unheard of, but amazing,” Estelle exclaims through a chuckle.  “I’m sorry to interrupt your weekend, then.  Have a great time.”

“I will.” 

I end the call, only to have my cell ring almost immediately again.

“Benny Duncan speaking.”

“Afternoon, Benny.  Neil Jones from Wren Star speaking.”  I recognize the name of the business that leases one of our buildings.

“Neil, how can I help you?”

“We’ve got an issue with the hot water throughout almost the entire building.  I’ve tried our maintenance contact, but can’t get ahold of him.”

“Sorry for the issues, Neil.  I’m not in the office at the moment, but I will contact Estelle and get it sorted for you as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, Benny.”

I end the call and immediately call Estelle back and ask her to either get in contact with the maintenance man responsible for Wren Star, or to organize a replacement immediately.  Once I end the call, I do something I haven’t done in a long time.  I set my voicemail on my business phone to unavailable.  Then I turn my private phone to silent and I walk back out into the kitchen to Makenna.

As she sits across from me finishing off her salad, I feel a pang of guilt at betraying her.  On one hand I know it is wrong to deceive her by omission, but I also know I have started divorce proceedings and I have no intention of remaining in my marriage.  I never wanted to be married to Regina in the first place.  I’m also not sleeping with her or carrying on as if we are a married couple, so technically I am separated, we just live in the same residence.

I know if Makenna were to find out, she would be hurt, and rightly so.  I just can’t bring myself to tell her.  Within a week or two, I won’t even have to worry about it, and hopefully Makenna will never know anyway.