Page 63 of Sinful Secrets

As he continues to bring me closer and closer to the cliff of ecstasy, I stare into his eyes and know I am completely in love with him.

I don’t know when it happened or even how it happened, but it did.

I love Spencer Reed.

I love him, and I don’t care that he’s a professional hockey player who travels way more than someone ever should, or that he’s in the mafia and probably threatens people daily.

He’s overprotective yet caring, demanding yet giving, rich and famous yet humble and loving.

He’s perfect for me.

I open my mouth to tell him how I feel, but his lips press against mine as he slams me down on his cock once more before we come together.

I scream into his mouth as his release fills the condom.

After several moments of just being in this post-coital bliss, I climb back over the center console and redress.

Spencer fixes himself before driving around the outer loop of the cemetery and getting back on the main road.

When we get to my dorm, I listen outside of the door. I don’t want to walk in on Justine and Connor again.

It’s quiet, so I unlock the door and head inside with Spencer on my tail.

No one is home.

I wonder if Justine is at Connor’s. They haven’t been here together since the night Spencer threatened him.

“Where’s your television? Were you robbed?”

I glance to where the television and stand used to be. “Uh, no, actually, I moved it into my room. After the incident with Justine, I stopped hanging out here. It was my television to begin with, and I get more work done when I’m in my room alone, anyway.”

Spencer follows me into my room. I change into my pajamas and he strips until he’s standing in nothing but his boxer briefs.

We climb under my covers, like we are an old married couple who have done this every night for the past decade.

His phone chimes with a message. He checks who it’s from but doesn’t respond. A few moments later, it rings, but instead of answering the call, he turns his phone off.

“You can get that if you need to.”

“There’s no one I want to talk to except you.”

“What if it’s important?”

It could be anyone. The mafia. The Savannah Sharks.

“They had me for the past two days. They’ll get over it.”

He scoots lower on my bed and rests his head on my spare pillow. “How about we stay in for the rest of the night and have a romantic night, just the two of us? I’ll even feed you your chocolate when you get hungry since we forgot dessert.”

“We just had a different kind of dessert.” I playfully smack him before I lay my head on his shoulder and rub my fingers down his chest, committing each groove and plane to memory.

“You’re going to distract me.”

I lift up the cover to look at his near naked body. “You laying here almost naked distracts me.”

“I believe I have some explaining to do.”

I nod my head, unable to speak. The air feels heavier, like everything is about to change between us.

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