35- dirty actions

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I grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before he removed mine. As I reached for his pants between kisses, he grabbed my hand to stop me and intertwined our fingers. Then his mouth moved to my neck, slowing down the pace as his other hand started roaming all over my body.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled as he started moving lower, letting go of my hand before slowing sliding off my pants.

"Pleasing you." Tyler whispered as he pressed his lips against my inner thigh. A shock of pleasure and nervousness rippled through my core as he continued to caress me. I had never let him go there before, not to the point where I reached a climax. That act seemed too intimate for the kind of relationships I was used to, something I had only let Matt do.

As I looked into Tyler's eyes, at the burning lust and compassion evident within them, I realized that I had no more doubts about where we stood anymore. I loved him and he loved me, and even though we couldn't yet say it, I was finally ready to show it.


It was the day before the mission. The day before our deadline, our last chance to get the money we needed for all of this to be over. That fact should have stressed me out to the point of not being able to sleep, but I was restless for a whole other reason.

We couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

There was giggling, rolling around, and lots of smiles. We had completely forgotten about everything else, too happy with finally being together to let anything else ruin the moment.

At ten that morning, Tyler finally climbed out of bed much to my dismay. I was quickly appeased when I saw what it was that he was doing, though.

He laid out a towel on the floor, didn't bother to put on any clothes, and started doing push ups right there next to me. I didn't even try to be discreet with my gawking. I scooted over to the edge of the bed without shame, my eyes fixed on his naked body as he performed fifty or more. I watched as every muscle flexed as little beads of sweat glistened off his skin. With every grunt that came out of his mouth, I remembered what it was like to hear that sound for an entirely different reason, like when he was on top of me and my nails gripped into his skin, leaving red scratch marks as he-

"Aly, your phone."

I blinked at least three times before I was broken out of my trance, my eyes finding Tyler's as he had his body twisted to look at me from the floor. With his eyes, he reminded me that my phone was in fact ringing from beside me, and probably had been for a while. 

I shot him a smile before grabbing it, not even bothering to look at the screen before answering.


"Aly? Is that you?"

I held the phone away from my ear to read the screen. Chris. Shit.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked. I knew he'd been calling me for the past couple of days, but I had been ignoring it. I didn't really know how to talk to him anymore and frankly, I just didn't want to.

"I told you I'm living somewhere else while they fix the house-"

"I ran into Carly at school. She had no idea what I was talking about when I asked about a leak."

I slapped a hand to my head in frustration. Dammit, Carly. "Ok, Chris, I'll tell you everything as soon as it's over but-"

"Aly, there are cops staking out your apartment. Cops. No one has seen Tyler at work for days, and no one knows where you are. You're going to tell me what's going on now, before I get freaked out and talk to the police."

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