The Truth Read Online Lauren Landish

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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“I’m certain you will,” she says confidently, licking her lips as though she can’t wait to get at me.

Shit, I’m already rock hard for her.

We go back to the car, finding the first highway hotel that we come across, following our hunger to get somewhere private with a horizontal surface that won’t get us arrested for indecent exposure. Trust me, I seriously considered fucking her on the dune, but the idea of sand chafing on delicate parts is not sexy.

I’m so excited I even forgot to put my shoes back on, so the desk clerk gives us a raised eyebrow when we walk in.

“Help you folks?” she asks, giving my feet a long look.

Tiffany grins. “Hell of a day. You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

“Well, I’m always willing to listen,” the clerk says. “Not like I’m busy.” She gestures to the empty lobby and her perch behind the desk where she’s watching Netflix on what I’m guessing is her private laptop because it’s covered in stickers. The one that sticks out the most proclaims ‘I haven’t stabbed anyone today . . . Oops!’ with a cat in an Edward Scissorhands costume, complete with blood-dripping bladed paws and a pile of X-eyed fish at his feet.

“Quicksand,” Tiffany says in totally serious tones. “We were at the beach, and suddenly, we were both sinking into the sand. Daniel told me to move my feet like this . . .” She holds her hand up with two fingers pointing down, quickly wiggling them back and forth like legs. “By some miracle, I was able to get out alive, but he was sinking fast. I yanked Daniel’s belt off—” Tiffany pauses dramatically, checking that the clerk is totally on her hook, which she is. I am too. “And I used that to drag him out. But the quicksand just sucked the shoes right off his feet. Slurrrp.”

The clerk gives Tiffany a wide-eyed look, then laughs, shaking her head. “You had me for a second there. Quicksand.”

“Cross my heart,” Tiffany says, dead serious. “You mark my words, someone’s going to get swallowed up by that quicksand if folks aren’t careful.”

She sounds so convincing, so pure about it, the clerk’s laughter dries up and she gasps. “Really?”

I’m trying my damnedest to keep a straight face, but it’s hard. I can’t believe how quickly she popped off with this story and how believable she is in telling it. How does she even know how to escape quicksand?

“Yup,” Tiffany says. “So, we’re really hoping you have a room so we can get some rest?” She adds in a huge, fake yawn and stretches her arms overhead like she’s exhausted from fighting for her life against . . . a killer beach.

The clerk does, and five minutes later, we’re inside, staring at the single king-sized bed. Looking at the large expanse of mattress, with its brown bedspread and four pillows, I realize this has all become very real, very fast.

In my jeans, I feel myself swell as my balls start to ache in anticipation of what we’re planning.

Tiffany must be feeling something like excitement, lust, and nerves too, because she suddenly turns to me, her eyes big and slightly worried. “Daniel, are you a sex on the first date type?”

“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admit. “If I say yes, you’ll think I’m overly casual. If I say no, I think I’ll miss out on something amazing. Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in this position. I can’t honestly say the person I was the last time I had to answer your question is the man I am now.”

Tiffany smiles. “I didn’t mean it to be a trick question, but I’ll happily take the ‘amazing’ compliment. So the way I see it, we’re already breaking all the rules, so what’s one more?” Her shrug is one of certainty. “Besides, I fully expect you to freak out and re-evaluate this whole thing tomorrow, so on the off chance this is all I get, I plan to make it amazing.”

I want to laugh. She’s so insightful, but at the same time, I look at her in wonder. “How do you plan to do that?”

“More ways than you can imagine,” she says, giving me a naughty smile. “Think you can handle it?”

I feel something unlock inside me, like I’m giving myself permission to do this crazy thing I never would’ve considered a short time ago but now can’t imagine not seeing through. I can tell that she’s nervous but committed, and that allows me to commit too. “I sure as fuck hope so.”

Part of me thought that if we ever got to this part, we’d go slow. That there’d be hours of foreplay, trembling hands learning each other’s skin, and gentle coupling after both of us had such long dry spells. I figured I’d have to struggle through at least one bout of blowing my load early before I could last long enough to actually fuck Tiffany.


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