Chapter 147

KATE 

He did it again. He used sex to distract me. We needed to talk. We have a lot to talk about. And why did I feel like he was hiding something from me? What could be so bad about his past that he didn't want to tell me? 

*More talk and less sex, Kate. *

When I came back, he had left the couch and was sitting at the table, waiting for me. Giving me an orgasm wouldn't change the fact that he was keeping things from me. It would only make me forget momentarily. I sat down with a stern face. 

"What happened to that smile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"I know what you did. But you're smart enough to know that you're only delaying the inevitable." 

"No 'thank you'?" 

"Do you really want to provoke me right now?" 

"No. I want to fuck you." 

Hearing him say those words was enough to make my body react. Staring at him became almost impossible, forcing me to look at my fingers. <