The Good Liar (Infidelity #1)

by C.P. Harris

I dragged myself over to the piano, adjacent to the fireplace, and took a seat on the bench, loosening my bow tie as I gazed over my shoulder at him. Jasper watched me from his drunken lean against the archway. I hadn’t bothered with the light switch; the moon and city lights would have to do. “Your Steinway,” Jasper said with a slight slur. “I didn’t notice it the last time I was here.” “Leland surprised me. Had it shipped here from Seattle.” I had no intention of going through the trouble. I hadn’t played it in years. Not since Jasper up and disappeared from my life, removing my source of inspiration. It had only served as a reminder of all we’d lost. A reminder of the times I’d made love to him on top of it or up against it. Times when our parents would jet away for a romantic weekend, leaving us to our own devices. We’d send the staff home and take our pleasure out in the open. No hiding, no hands over mouths or teeth clamped around fists to catch our screams, to soften the blow of our mutual climax. I could still smell the phantom scent of my cum as it trickled from his snug hole onto the shiny black surface of the Baby Grand.