Free The Truth by Karin Tabke Page A

was a start.
    “Mmm, I love the way you make me feel.”
    He rolled her over and covered her with his big body, and as if they were always meant to be, he slid into her. “Oh,” she sighed, knowing there would never be anything or anyone who could make her feel the way Simon made her feel when he entered her. She would never tire of it, not even if she lived to be one hundred years old.
    She lost herself completely to him as he made slow, unhurried love to her.
    This time when she slid from the bed, he let her go. She had to pee. And get a shower. As she was closing the door, she heard the “Mandy” ringtone and instead of completely closing the door, she left it cracked. And instead of peeing, she hovered by the door and eavesdropped.
    “Hey,” Simon answered, his voice husky and a little too lovey-dovey.
    Katy did the pee-pee dance, refusing to move one inch until he hung up.
    “Is she okay?” he asked concerned. Katy heard him sit up in the bed. “Why didn’t you call me when it happened? Damn it, Amanda, we’ve talked about this.” His voice, though frustrated, was measured and—intimate. It killed Katy hearing it.
    Though not clear, the distinct sound of a raised woman’s voice echoed from his phone. “No. I can’t get away right now—”
    Angry woman’s voice.
    “I’m working.”
    That stung.
    What sounded like, “You’re always working.”
    To which Simon responded, “It’s what gets me through the day, Mandy. You know that.”
    More woman’s voice, but now it was calmer.
    “Me, too,” he said. “Give Livy a hug and a kiss for me and tell her I’ll see her soon.”
    Katy hurried and plunked down on the toilet before Simon caught her eavesdropping. “Everything okay?’ she called nonchalantly, trying very hard not to feel like Simon’s dirty secret.
    The door opened and Simon stood there, naked as the day he was born. With his sleepy eyes and sex-mussed hair, he looked more sinful than a mortal had the right to look. A slow smile played along his full lips as he leaned into the jamb. “She pees like the rest of us.”
    Too miffed to feel embarrassed, she asked, “You pee sitting down?”
    “Never, but I do put the seat down when I’m done.” Unwinding his long muscular body, he reached over to the shower and turned it on, then grinned such a naughty I-can’t-wait-to-devour-you grin, she shivered. “I like taking showers with you.”
    “I remember that you do,” she said softly, trying very hard not to be jealous and ask him about his conversation with
Mandy
.
    So when he stepped into the shower and held the door open for her, she shook her head and turned to the bathroom door. “You go ahead, I need to check in with Veronica.”
    Simon reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back into his wet embrace. “She can wait.” He bit her shoulder as he pressed his erection into her butt. “I can’t.”
    The warm water sluicing down her body felt good. Simon felt better. If there had been no phone call, she would have raced him into the shower, but she turned in his arms and pressed her palms against his chest. “Simon, we need to talk.”
    His lips caught hers as the last word left her lips. “Later,” he whispered. “I need you now, Cinderella, or I’m going to turn into a pumpkin.”
    His teeth grazed along her neck, his hands sliding down her slick back to her ass. His erection jutted between them, demanding attention. “Simon …” she pleaded. “Please.”
    Exhaling loudly, he dropped his chin to the top of her head and moved his hands to a more respectable place. “You’re upset about the phone call?” he asked.
    Swallowing hard, she shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.
    “Pick one, Cinderella. You are or you aren’t.”
    Tilting her head up to see his face, she said, “I’m not upset. I’m confused by it.”
    “My niece fell off her bike and sprained her ankle.”
    “It was—” She hesitated, wanting to pick her words carefully and