Page 89 of His Secret

“Did you plan on bringing someone with you?”

I hesitate. “I wasn’t going to bring anyone, no.”

“You were gonna meet someone then.”

We walk into the elevator with a few others. “Probably.”

Adrian doesn’t say anything, and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s bothered, or simply because we have an audience now.

Once we get to our floor, he speaks. “And tonight?” he questions. “You were always gonna go, weren’t you?”

I stop and face him in the middle of the hall. “Yes. You weren’t in my life when I made the reservations. When I made plans. Now you are.”

He licks his lips and nods once. “Okay.”

Inside the room, I ask, “So, do you wanna go to the pool?”

“Yeah. I’ll change.”

Both of us meet back in the living room a few minutes later, dressed in our swim trunks, plain T-shirts, and slides.

When we get outside, I find the numbered cabana I reserved, and put my things inside.

“This is nice,” Adrian says.

“Yeah, and there’s only a few people here. Even better.”

Adrian snorts. “Your aversion to people is hilarious.”

I close the curtains on the sides, since the back is already closed, leaving only the front one that faces the pool open.

I walk over to Adrian, knowing nobody can see us, and I pull him into me. “I don’t have an aversion to you.”

He swallows, his hand resting on my hip. “That’s good.”

“In fact, I quite desire your presence.”

“Is that right?”

I lean forward and kiss along his cheekbone. “Mmhmm. That’s why I endured all the tourists. Because I was with you.”

He runs his fingers through my hair. “Thank you.”

I kiss his lips. “You’ll thank me later.”

His teeth scrape across his bottom lip, then I turn around and take off my shirt. I reach for the sunscreen that sits in the small basket on the coffee table and hand it to Adrian.

He takes it without a word and squirts some into his hand before massaging it into my shoulders and across my back.

I turn around. “Now my front.”

He smirks. “Yes, sir.”

I bite down on my teeth, jaw clenching. He seems to notice the effect.

As he massages the lotion into my chest, he chews on his lip, like he’s mulling over a thought.

He rubs more onto my stomach and says, “Do you only have these types of relationships? With the power exchange? Or have you been in what they’d say is a vanilla relationship?”

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