Page 33 of His Secret

“Fuck. I want your legs wrapped around me.”

He nods, skin flushing. “I want you to comeinside me.”

“Oh, god.” I take over stroking us both since my hand is a little bigger, gripping us as well as I can as I move my fist up and down. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

His eyes close like he’s picturing it all in his head. I’m imagining it too, but he’s too beautiful to not look at, so I watch his face.

“I want to be deep inside you while you stroke yourself. I want to watch your cum shoot out and paint your skin.”

“Fuck, Adrian,” he moans. The way my name leaves his lips, all whispery and dripping with desire makes my chest warm.

“I want you to paint my skin right now,” I say, still stroking. “Come on me, Matías. Mark me as yours and I’ll do the same.”

“Oh, shit,” he cries, his hand gripping the outer edge of my thigh. “I’m about to?—”

I look down between us as cum explodes from his tip, landing on my cock and stomach.

“Fuck yeah. Oh, god.”

My orgasm hits hard, streams of white shooting out and making a mess everywhere. It’s on him, me, and the bed.

Matías moans his pleasure, reaching between us to run his fingers through the liquid. He wipes some of his cum from my stomach and wipes mine from his, then brings his hand to our cocks to give them another leisurely stroke.

“Thoroughly marked.”

I grin, leaning forward to kiss him, and I’m suddenly hit with the strongest emotions I’ve ever had. Why do I like him this much in such a short amount of time? It doesn’t seem normal. Shouldn’t it take months?

And then it hits me. We were friends for at least two months before we moved into a more intimate relationship. Iknew I liked him immediately. I knew I was attracted to him at the same time.

“You okay?” he asks.

I realize he’s already standing next to the bed, a cloth in his hand.

“Yeah,” I say with a smile. “The happiest.”

His lips stretch across his face. “Me too.”

Present Day

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ADRIAN

Our meetingwith our outsourcing partner takes hours. By the time we’re done, it’s nearing five-thirty, and none of us have eaten.

Drew is the one who suggests we all eat dinner before getting back in the car for another four hours. Andrea immediately co-signs.

Matías looks at his watch. “Yeah, we should definitely eat.”

Andrea, already on her phone, says, “There’s a sushi spot two blocks away.”

“Adrian doesn’t eat sushi,” Matías quickly responds.

My head turns to him, and his snaps up from his phone, like he just realized what he said. “Or do you?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Still not a fan.”

“There’s an Italian place three blocks that way,” he says, gesturing to the right. “Or a Mexican spot about two and a half blocks away.”

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