Page 4 of Deadly Secrets

“Yes. I went to a co-ed boarding school in Switzerland.”

“Nice,” he responded, taking a sip from the bottle. “How was it? Did you have to wear one of those tiny uniforms with a skirt and a tie?”

“It wasn’t tiny, but you’re right. I had a uniform: Knee-high socks, skirt, shirt, tie, blazer…”

“Hmm. I bet you looked good in one of those. You still have it?”

The thought of Jake brushing his fingers on my skin and pushing his hand below my skirt made me clench my thighs.

“You’ve watched too much porn, Jake,” I retorted.

“You can’t blame me for picturing you wearing one,” he replied. “I bet you had all the guys wrapped around your finger.”

“Not really.”

Jake arched an eyebrow and brought his lips to my ear, whispering, “I find that hard to believe. If it had been me, I would have been on my knees asking you on a date…and maybe doing other things too.”

Holy shit.

Jake’s deep voice was alluring, and the only thing that came from my lips was some incoherent and awkward humming.

He pushed my hair to one side and added, “I want to show you something.” Jake must have found my expression amusing as he laughed and leaned backward. “I didn’t mean that. Caroline told me you play the piano, and my friend’s dad works for a producer. He has a grand piano downstairs. He soundproofed the basement. I thought I could show you.”

I was sure he had ulterior motives, but having a soundproof room in the house piqued my interest. He grabbed my hand and guided me toward the staircase leading to the basement while a few girls looked at me with a hint of jealousy. As we reached the bottom, Jake swung open the door and invited me inside. I let out a surprised gasp.

“Wow, Jake, this is beautiful!” I walked toward the grand piano in the corner of the room. On the opposite side was a tiny home studio for voice recording and several monitors.

“My friend’s dad likes to compose. He had this installed so he could work from home, too.”

I caressed the Steinway & Sons black grand piano and lifted the fall board as I sat on the bench. Some sheet music was piled on top of it, but I decided to play something lighter than Mozart or Debussy. I placed my fingers on the keys, my feet on the pedals, and started to play “All of Me” by John Legend.

“You’re good!” Jake exclaimed. He stood next to me while I got lost in the music. It was one of my favorite songs. The lyrics and how the melody went straight to my soul always spoke to me.

Once I finished the song, I looked at Jake, who was smiling. It was the first genuine smile he gave me instead of a smirk since we met. I liked it.

“Do you want me to teach you? Maybe you can use my lesson to seduce some of the hyperventilating women up there?” I said, pointing my head upstairs.

“Sure. But I’m not interested in any of them.”

“Are you sure?” I smirked.

“I’m here with you, am I not?” Jake took my hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Are we leaving?” I asked, confused.

“No, but you need to sit on my lap so I can get a good view of your hands.”

“Are you sure a view of my hands is what you want?” I teased.

Jake didn’t respond to my flirtatious comment but moved me to the side so he could sit on the bench and pull me onto his lap.

“Place your hands on top of mine and follow my lead,” I instructed. I would teach him just a few notes, but how his body was pressed to my back kept distracting me.

After a few minutes of trying my best to show him how to play “Under the Bridge” by Red Hot Chili Peppers with just four chords, he moved his hands away and placed them on my upper arms. I wasn’t sure if he’d just grown tired of my lesson until he gently trailed his fingers up my arms toward my shoulders and pushed my hair to one side. He ran his tongue along the side of my neck, and a sweet shiver traveled down my spine as I noticed the bulge pressing against my ass. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, turned my face, and ran his tongue against my lower lip, gently tugging it with his teeth. My pussy throbbed, and something in me snapped. I bent my arm around his neck until our kiss became more demanding, more savage. I pulled back, but I wasn’t nearly done with him. I wanted more.

I knew sex and alcohol were my coping mechanisms when I didn’t want to face my feelings, and since I came back to Port Chester, I felt way too much. I just wanted to drown in another feeling that didn’t hurt that much.

I turned around until I straddled him. He cupped my face with both hands and crushed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, our tongues touching, and it felt like my whole body was set on fire. Jake was an excellent kisser, and I wondered what other things he’d mastered with his tongue.

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