Mr. Mysterious: A Mister Standalone (The Mister Series Book 4) by J.A. Huss

laugh. But I hold it in because the moment is precarious.
    “You went to Catholic school?” A snort comes out with the question.
    “My parents are very traditional.”
    “Says here your father owns a tattoo shop. Doesn’t sound very traditional to me.”
    Jesus Christ. He got that info fast. “Haven’t you ever heard of those Jesus bikers?”
    “Your dad’s a Jesus biker?” Pax looks down his nose at me, like I’m totally full of shit.
    “Call him up and ask him,” I say coolly.
    “Hmmm,” Pax says, looking back at his screen.
    I’m sure if he’s found a picture of my Uncle Vic he won’t be doing anything as stupid as calling him on the phone. He’s a scary motherfucker. All tatted up from back in the day. Still part owner of Sick Boyz Inc., my mother’s family-run tattoo shop.
    Pax closes the laptop and sets it on the night stand.
    “Satisfied?” I ask sweetly.
    “No, princess—”
    “Don’t call me princess. I told you, that nickname belongs to my older sister.”
    “Aurora?”
    “We call her…” I stop myself just in time from saying Rory, which he will surely recognize from his visits to my parents’ farm with Oliver over the past few years, and realize I fell into a trap. He has my sister’s name. My real sister. And of course, none of my cousins are named Aurora.
    “Is the third degree over then?” I ask, hoping to God he won’t open that laptop back up and go looking for an Aurora Vaughn. That would be bad. Very, very bad. Because Rory’s middle name actually is Vaughn and she will pop right up, only her last name will be Shrike and my whole plan will go—
    “What do they call you then? At home?”
    “Sugar,” I say, breathing deeply to stop my panic. “They call me Sugar… just like you did.” They call me Baby Shrike. But I can’t tell him that, now can I? Fuck. How did I get here? I literally had his dick in my mouth and now I’m about to blow my own damn cover with this stupid mistake.
    “Sugar what?” Pax asks. “You sounded like there was something else at the end of Sugar. Sugar what?”
    “Sugar…” And before I can stop myself, I blurt out… “ Cookie .”
    “Cookie?” He laughs.
    Oh, fuck. I need to stop talking.
    “Yeah,” he says, threading his fingers through my long black hair. “Yeah, I can see it, actually. You smell like a fucking bakery. Sugar Cookie it is, then.” He leans down to kiss me on the lips.
    I look up at him, my eyes filled with… relief, I’m sure. And I’m sure he can tell. I’m absolutely sure he’s going to call me on this. I’m positive that he’s been digging in Oliver’s family history and somewhere along the line he’s heard of Cinderella, even though I haven’t let my parents call me my given name since I was twelve.
    “Sugar Cookie,” Paxton says, whispering into my mouth.
    “Yes,” I squeak out, all sorts of lies flooding my mind as I try to pick just the right one to keep this ruse going.
    “My cock is getting cold,” he breathes. “I think you better wrap your sweet little mouth around it and keep it warm.”
    I exhale long and soft as he guides my head back to his waiting dick. And then I relax, take him in my palms, and lick him like he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
    His hands leave my hair and my eyes track them as he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. The muscles in his chest are cut angles, hard and deep enough to cast shadows in the dim light leaking through from outside. My eyes trace the curve of his shoulders as I take him in, my tongue pressing against his long, thick shaft. He closes his eyes for a moment, but opens them back up almost immediately.
    “Fuck,” he says. “You’re damn sweet and pretty, Cinderella. I bet you explode, don’t you? I bet you come like a superstar.”
    My fingers are between my legs, rubbing little circles against the sensitive folds of my pussy.
    “I bet you scream, too. Don’t you?”
    “Mmmmmm,” I moan against his skin. But