Page 111 of The Secrets We Keep


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A gleam of mischief sparkled in her eyes. She leaned forward, grabbed the hem of her sweater, and pulled upward. In two seconds, it was on the floor as she peered back at me, looking victorious.

“Completely shirtless,” I said, pointing to the lace bra that still remained.

She met my challenge and reached around her rib cage, unsnapping the hook. I watched in goddamn wonder as the straps fell off her shoulders.So damn gorgeous.

“You’re distracted.” She laughed.

“Of course I am.”

“Strip, Macon. I want to see those clothes on the floor.” Her brow lifted.

Well, if I wasn’t already hard as a fucking rock, I would be now.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her laugh echoed around the room as I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and looked up. Marin was staring at me like a ravenous bear, and the second my hands went to my boxer briefs, she was up and at the edge of the bed.

At first, I thought maybe she was having second thoughts. Maybe I’d misread that expression on her face.

But then she stepped forward, and her fingers closed over mine. I could smell the fruity aroma of her shampoo. I could feel the heat of her body as I gripped her waist. Her hands slid under the thin fabric, over my ass and my hips. I pushed the boxers down, giving her more access, and I chuckled when I heard a gasp fall from her lips.

“We can take it slow,” I assured her as she took a long, brazen stare at my cock. “Now, I believe I’ve held up my end of the bargain.”

“Oh, you definitely have.”

She stepped back, her hands reaching for her jeans. She made quick work of the button. The sound of the zipper was music to my ears, and she let out a little laugh as she wiggled out of them, revealing tiny black panties I wanted to rip with my teeth. Instead, she slowly slid them down to the floor, and I fought the need to just bury myself in her right there on the fucking floor.

“On the bed,” I instructed, clearing my throat. “Just the edge.”

She did I’d asked, and I sank to my knees in front of her.

Like I was kneeling before a goddess.

And it was time to worship.

“Spread those thighs for me, Marin. I want to see all of you.”

Although she was getting bolder in the bedroom, that blush returned, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She was slow at first, just the tiniest wiggle of her feet as her legs inched further apart, but when she saw my heated gaze, she gave in.

“That’s it,” I said.

I kissed her inner thigh, moving inward. She shuddered as my hair brushed the sensitive skin there.

Last night, her first orgasm had been with my fingers. The second, on my tongue.

I’d been dreaming of both ever since.

Now, I just had to decide which one I wanted to do first. I looked up at her. So full of anticipation. So eager.

Mmm, both.

Definitely both.

I bent forward and buried myself in her heat. She tasted like honey. Sweet, decadent, and fucking addictive. She let out a moan as I dragged my tongue over her clit, her thighs falling to the sides as I slid a finger into those slick folds.

“Oh shit!” The curse echoed off the walls.

I chuckled, and even that made her jolt, her body writhing as I licked and sucked. Her hips moved, rocking against me.

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