All the Beautiful Lies: Book 2

By Sarah Atlas

“I love everything about this book. What an amazing story of strength, beauty, and power.”
—AL Penn

Book 2 continues the story of Blake and Aleah. When Aleah Clayton’s dormant desires come to life, she is catapulted on a tantalizing and mesmerizing journey of sexual awakening. Will her fantasies become reality? Can all the wrong choices lead to the right answer?
This much is true... Passion Always Comes with a Price

“I stayed up until 2 a.m. to finish this. It is a page-turner. It is BRILLIANT.” —JR Leinen

“Ouch! These pages are hot!!!” —M Zvezda

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Atlas
• Release date: Feb 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311693808

Sarah Atlas

Sarah Atlas doesn’t remember a time when she didn’t know how to read. She filled her childhood with books and started spinning stories at an early age, writing her first novel with a friend in seventh grade. Her earliest forays into erotica started in college. All the Beautiful Lies, a mainstream erotica, is her first published novel. Sarah lives with her family in Austin, Texas. Please join her story club (free!) at www.sarahatlas.com to keep up with the latest.

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All the Beautiful Lies

Passion Always Comes with a Price

Book 2

by

Sarah Atlas

Please join my story club at www.sarahatlas.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015

All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher

except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or brief excerpts as described in the FAIR USE Act.

First Edition

2015

Parnassus Cloud Publishing, LLC

Austin, Texas

www.parnassuscloud.com

Chapter One

If I thought I’d have to wait long for Blake to call me after our first encounter, I was wrong. I was still in bed the next morning when my phone rang. I’d feigned sleep until Glen had left for work, having gone to bed before he’d returned home from meditation the previous evening. I needed time before I faced him. I wanted to dream a little bit longer. I think after the Valentine’s Day fiasco, he was just as happy not to talk to me. The phone jangled insistently, vibrating its way across the nightstand.

I picked it up and saw that it was Blake calling. Happiness flooded me and I felt a smile growing across my face. I answered it on the third ring.

Good morning, Blake.

Good morning, sunshine. How are you?

Good. Very, very good.

Yes you are.

I laughed. Hey, just so you know, you got lucky this morning. Three minutes ago I would have had to explain to my husband who was calling me so early, I chastised him lightly.

Oh, shit. I’ve already been at work for two hours.

And he’s just going in. It’s why he doesn’t get home till seven most nights. Or later, depending.

Gotcha. So, can I come over? Or better yet, can you come over here? I’m alone on site today and the owners are on vacation.

Seriously?

Seriously. I didn’t get nearly enough of you yesterday. I need more. Electricity zinged through my body.

Where are you at?

I’m at a jobsite. On the lake. Please, Aleah? I mean... If you want to. He sounded strangely shy. We’ll have more time together if you come to me.

I’d like to, I said. I’d like to do anything, as long as it involved more of him.

I had already picked out the next outfit I wanted to show him. I got dressed and wrapped myself in Glen’s trench coat.

***

I found the neighborhood off the lake, pulled into the driveway where I saw his truck, walked in through the open garage door, heels clacking on concrete. Blake?

I’m here, he said, hurriedly taking the steps down into the garage from the house above. He wore his characteristic jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He was wiping his hands on a rag. He smiled and everything got brighter.

When do they get back from vacation? I peered up at the giant windows facing the lake.

Not ‘til Friday next. I walked back through the remarkably empty garage to him. There were some kayaks on the wall. That was about it.

Where do you want me?

Everywhere, he said, staring. I can’t believe you’re actually here. Oh. He cracked a grin. You mean right now. Come in here. He tugged me toward a door set at the back of the garage. I saw a bathroom. This is what I’ve built out, he said. I surveyed his work. I didn’t know what I was looking for. It looked like a really nice bathroom. It’s nice, I said. A little cold. We were adjacent to the open garage and it was still February.

I can fix that, he said. He set up a portable heating fan and shut the door.

Whatcha wearin’? he said, clearly intrigued by the long khaki coat.

Not much. Slowly, I undid the buttons, then shrugged the coat to the floor. I watched his eyes. He took me all in at once and then let his gaze glide over me from top to toe: hair teased up a little, glossy red lips, a black satin ribbon tied in a bow around my neck, my black mesh bra, black thong, matching garters, black fishnet stockings, and knee high black boots.

He whistled, long and low. I found that I liked being whistled at by a construction worker. I giggled.

You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. Fishnet stockings and boots. Shaking his head, he swooped in and pressed me up against the bathroom door, I felt every inch of his torso, his hard cock pressed into me, already large and rigid. His lips crushed against mine and he smeared red lipstick outside the lines. He nipped at me, he growled a little. I groaned. He kissed me deeper. We devoured each other. I can’t tell you how sexy he was, how good it felt to rest my hands on muscle instead of flab, how his kisses were godlike. I’ve wanted to be kissed like this my whole life and here I am with Blake fucking Porter.

Come over here, I want to see you, he said and pulled me toward the sink. He flipped on the lights. Only then did I see how pretty the bathroom really was. Granite countertops, beige flecked with a dark sable brown and silver. Brushed silver faucets filling translucent glass bowls—the faintest shade of green—set above the glistening stone expanse of granite. The lights were pendants, gossamer and glimmering above me.

It’s really pretty, Blake.

I’ll tell you what’s pretty. He pushed me forward and I heard him unzip his pants. God your ass is lovely, he said. "Just two perfect little moons. I wiggled it for him a little as I bent down towards the sink, resting my chin on my hands, my elbows spread out on the counter.

I couldn’t tell you what came over me, but from the moment I’d left the house that morning, I’d been playing a role. I felt like the most accomplished actress on the planet, that somehow I was in a movie and my husband would understand this came with the territory. I crafted any scenario I could to rid my conscious mind of guilt. I wasn’t Aleah Clayton. I was Marilyn Monroe. It was Marilyn wiggling her ass under Blake’s possessive caresses.

You’re gorgeous, you know. Blake yanked my thong down my legs and out of his way.

You’re pretty fine yourself, cowboy. I caught his eye in the mirror.

I gasped as he slid into me. Wet as I thought, he said. I stared at us in the mirror as he drove into me, my dark hair floating around my face... I gasped and fought to get enough oxygen as he pounded into me, filling me so completely with his giant, beautiful cock. I couldn’t get over how he felt, better than I’d ever imagined a man could feel. He fit me that perfectly. My legs splayed out, wanting to collapse beneath me. I watched our faces in the mirror, then felt his whole body convulse. He let out a shuddering moan as he came, spilling his seed into me and half pulling out, spilling more on my leg. It dripped down quickly, toward my knee. I scanned the room, but there were no towels. Quickly, I scooped up what I can with my fingers and caught his gaze as I licked his cum. He groaned. That is so sexy. He pulled me close. You must be cold. You are so sexy. He wrapped me tighter in his arms. I was still cold, but no longer cared. We fuck well together, he stated matter-of-factly.

Uh huh, I agreed. He helped me get dressed after he’d pulled up his own pants.

Oh fuck, the condom. Blake