Free The Naked Truth by Natasha Rostova

began stroking gently. Her pussy reacted with a generous rush of moisture as a familiar ache began to tighten in her loins. And oh, how vivid were the pictures flashing in her mind: scenes of Eldrich stroking her sex with his fingers and murmuring husky phrases in her ear. ‘Hungry, are you, precious? Do you want to feel my cock here, thrusting into you? Do you want me to really fuck you good and hard?’
    God, yes, she did. She wanted a man to pound his penis into her until she begged for mercy. She pushed the dildo into her body as far as it would go, crying out as her muscles clamped around it. Grasping the base, Callie thrust the shaft back and forth. Pressure built, enveloping her like hot ribbons. Just as she felt her climax begin to climb to the edge, she took the dildo out and rubbed it lightly over her labia. Her heart raced as she forced herself to prolong her release.
    ‘Fuck me, Eldrich. Fuck me hard.’
    She imagined whispering those words to him as their sweat-dampened bodies writhed on the bed. And he would, too. He would slide his cock into her and pump with such strength that even the neighbours would hear the wet, slapping sounds of sex and their impassioned moans echoing through the walls. Maybe he would even take his cock out, slick with her juices, and tease the tight ring of her arsehole. And then he would slowly ease into her, filling her beyond belief in the most taboo of places.
    Thrilled by the mere thought, Callie pressed the vibrator tip against that very hole. A shudder raced up her spine. Experimentally, she pushed it a little farther, stunned by how the vibrations reverberated through her entire body. With her other hand, she began to manipulate her clit. The double sensations were too much to take, and an explosive orgasm rocketed through her within seconds. Callie cried out with pleasure, thrusting the dildo in even more as she rode out her release.
    Gasping, she let the vibrator fall to the floor as the last twinges pulsed through her body. Oh, yes. Who needed Logan Waterford now?

Chapter Four
     
    ‘ Y
ou think she’s doing someone else?’ Adam looked at the private investigator with a hint of eagerness. He thought it would be pretty cool if this case involved secret lust and betrayal. ‘I mean, like, having a full-blown affair?’
    ‘Probably.’ Sam Houston lit a cigarette and blew a stream of smoke in Adam’s direction. In his mid-fifties with a shock of greying, Albert Einstein-style hair and slouched shoulders, Sam appeared more suited to the role of mad scientist than sharp PI.
    ‘So, how do we find out who it is?’ Adam asked.
    ‘Look, kid, this isn’t as exciting a case as you want it to be,’ Sam replied. ‘Women leave their husbands all the time for thousands of reasons. Maybe Waterford was punching her around.’
    Adam drew in a breath. ‘How dare you?’ he snapped. ‘Logan would never do something like that! You can just cross that idea right off your list, detective.’
    ‘Call me Sam, for Lord’s sake. This isn’t Columbo .’
    The office door opened. Logan stepped in, his gaze going over Adam and Sam in one swoop. Adam sat up a little straighter, thinking that Logan looked rather magnificent in a charcoal-grey suit and tie. And how did he always manage to get his hair to look so perfect? Adam dragged a hand through his shaggy, blonde hair and tugged furtively at his eyebrow ring. He decided he’d get rid of it soon. If Logan thought it looked stupid, then what was the point?
    ‘So, Mr Waterford, you want to tell me when you last saw your wife?’ Sam asked.
    ‘I saw Callie the night before I left for Boston,’ Logan replied. ‘I was gone for three days, and I returned around noon on Thursday. She wasn’t at home, and I assumed she was off to one of her charitable society meetings. When I hadn’t heard from her by nightfall, I began to wonder.’
    ‘And you called all her friends?’
    ‘Of course. Starting with her sister. No one had heard from