Page 3 of The Secrets that Surround Us

He said it’s for a drink.

We both know that’s not the case.

“Do you want to follow me to my apartment, or do you want to ride with me?”

My face flushes with embarrassment. He’s probably trying to give me a way out. I drop my gaze to the ground. Not wanting to look him in the eye, I mutter, “I don’t have a car.”

He grips my chin and lifts my face, forcing me to look at him. “No worries, love. You can ride with me.”

Alex lets go of my face once he’s done speaking. I instantly miss his touch, which is ridiculous. I just met this guy. Why do I seem to crave his touch? “Thank you.”

He opens the passenger door to his car and gestures for me to get in. I comply with his unspoken request. He closes the door behind me as I settle in the passenger. I glance around, and it’s obvious that whatever job he has, he’s pretty successful.

My hand grazes over the seats that are buttery black leather. The console has so many buttons I wouldn’t even know which to press. He gets in and turns the car on, and when it all lights up, my mouth drops slightly. This car is like a freaking spaceship.

He revs the engine, glances over at me and smiles as he asks, “You ready?”

I nod. The moment I do, he hits the gas and shoots off down the road. The tension in the car grows the farther down the road we get. I grip the door handle, trying to keep my senses. As I watch him handle the car, I can’t help but imagine what his hands would feel like on my body. My nipples pebble as my clit throbs at the idea of his fingers playing with it.

Damn it. I was going to keep him at a distance, but I know it’s a lost cause. My panties dampen as I can’t help but want to spread my legs for him.

“Were here? You ready for that drink?”

“Yes. I am.” Grabbing my camera bag, I open the car door and step out into the cool night. The temperature of the air does nothing to cool the fire that is burning deep in my core.

I look up from where I stand. He parked in the driveway of a cute little bungalow. “Is this your house?” The outside of the bungalow is blue, with a huge, picturesque window that peers into the living room. Cute petunias lined the porch, giving it a homey feeling. This is not what I expected. He nods and makes his way up the path that leads to the front door, then opens the door that is stained a deep walnut color, complimenting the house. “Welcome to my home.”

Taking that first step across the threshold, I let out a small gasp. If I thought the outside was cute, the interior is downright gorgeous. The house is clean and modern. Standing in the living room, I can see straight into the kitchen that has white counters with dark brown cabinets.

“Damn Alex, this place is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. I just finished renovating last month.” He makes his way into the kitchen.

Placing my bag down next to the couch, I follow him. “Did you do all the renovations yourself?”

He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, then he turns toward me, silently offering me one. I shake my head. The last thing I need right now is more alcohol.

“Yes. I’m a real estate agent and just started flipping houses. Would you like some water?” He pulls out a water bottle and offers it to me.

“Yes, please.” I take it from his hand before I glance around, taking in more of the features. The stainless-steel appliances pop against the light green tiles. “Well, you’re very good at it.”

Turning away, I gulp the water down, giving myself something to do other than what I want to do. “Relax Fiona. I promise not to do anything you don’t like.” He comes up behind me, his breath skittering across my skin.

Twisting the cap on the water bottle, I place it down on the counter and turn toward him, giving him a shy smile. “I know. I promise I want this.”

Taking a step toward him, I find my courage and rub my hand down his chest until I reach his waistband. My hands tremble as I reach for his belt. Alex grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I look up at him through my lashes. “Yes, I want this. I’ve never met someone so hot before.”

“You think I’m hot?”

Gripping his shirt, I pull myself closer to him, our lips so close that if either of us moved just a smidge closer, they would be touching. “You know you’re hot. Don’t play coy.”

Letting go of my wrist, he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up onto the white marbled kitchen counter. “Well, I think you’re fucking hot, too.”

He licks his lips as his large hands gather my dress, pulling it up to my waist, exposing me. “Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to eat your pussy until you come all over my face. Once you’re done with that, you’ll be coming on my cock.”

My whole body shudders at the image he’s painted for me. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. “Yes, I want that. Give me that.” I lean back on my elbows, spreading my knees for him, showing him everything I have to offer.

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