Page 114 of The Secrets We Keep


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“Are you going to stare at me like that all day?”

The sound of his voice made me jump, especially since he’d spoken with his eyes still closed. A slow smile crept across his face a second before I saw his hands reach around my waist. His catlike reflexes had me pinned beneath him in seconds.

Those hazel irises were now staring down at me, and a smug grin replaced the smile. “Can’t sneak up on me, remember?”

“You weren’t awake the whole time,” I challenged him.

There was no way he’d pretended to be asleep for that long.

“Mmm,” was his only response. Macon’s version of a concession.

“Are you sore?” he asked, his voice rough and breathy as his gaze began to wander.

Heat pooled between my thighs.

“Yes,” I answered softly.

“Too sore?” His body was above me, his weight gently hovering over me. A hand slid down my waist.

“If I was?” I asked, wondering what he would do with that wandering hand.

“Then, I’d suggest a shower,” he said. “With me, of course.”

“Obviously.” I played along.

“I’d need to wash you, paying special attention to all those sore spots,” he went on, his hand drifting lower.

“That’s very kind of you.” I gasped as his fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin between my thighs.

“Marin.”

“Mmm?” I managed to say.

“Too sore?” he asked again.

“No,” I finally answered.

“Thank fuck.” He was off the bed in a second.

He grabbed my hand, and I came willingly, sliding to the end of the bed. The moment I stood, the world tilted, and I was upside down.

“Where are we going?” I laughed as he hauled me over his shoulder.

“Shower, of course.”

“I told you I wasn’t that sore,” I reminded him.

“I know. But now, we get to do all those things in the shower,andI can fuck you.”

“You’re insatiable,” I told him.

“Only with you, Marin,” he declared. “Only with you.”

He didn’t set me down until we were in the master bath. It wasn’t big by any means, but it had been updated with bright white tiles and a large shower.

“This looks different,” he said, placing me on the counter.

It was cold, but I liked sitting there, watching him move around in my space. He turned the faucet, adjusted the temperature, and grabbed towels, all while completely nude and not in the least bit shy about it.

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