Page 92 of His Secret

“Feeling your tight ass clench around my cock.”

“Adrian,” I murmur. Distant noises become louder, and my eyes scan the area. “Someone’s coming.”

He pulls away and I quickly snatch my shorts up. It takesseveral seconds of adjusting, but I’m composed by the time the couple come around the corner.

“Maybe we should go back upstairs,” I say, still trying to adjust myself so I can get out of the water.

“Good idea,” he says with a smirk. “I guess I accomplished the challenge.”

I grin as I walk up the stairs. “I guess so. Let’s see what else you’ll be able to accomplish tonight.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ADRIAN

Like the goodhusband that I am, I check in with my wife before I head to a sex club with the guy I’ve been sleeping with.

I scoff at myself. Disappointed, and yet, not willing to stop.

“So, what should I expect tonight?” I yell from my room as I change for the second time.

“A good time,” Matías yells back.

“Black slacks and a white…no, maybe a blue button-up? I don’t want to look like I’m there for a business meeting.”

He laughs. “What do you want to look like you’re there for?”

A thrill runs up my spine as I thinkto be fucked.

“Uhh…you know. Not that.”

“I’m sure you’ll look fine.” His voice and steps get closer. “Let me see.”

He emerges through the doorway in all black. The shirt fits him like a glove, showcasing his fit body.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll look like you’re there for a meeting in this,” he says, eyeing my nearly naked body.

I stand in front of my bed wearing only my socks and underwear as I stare down at the clothes on the mattress.

“Should I go like this?” I say, turning to face him, arms to the side.

“You can end up like that,” he says. “But let’s not start off that way.”

“Are we gonna…” I leave it there, hoping he’ll finish the sentence for me. He doesn’t. “You know, do things there?”

“Do you want to?” he questions, picking up a pair of pants from the bed.

“I’m not sure.”

He grabs a shirt and hands them both to me. “We can figure it out when we’re there. No pressure. Wear these.”

I step into the pants and then grab an A-line tank before slipping my arms through the dark purple button-up shirt.

“You look perfect,” he says with a smile. “I’m gonna make a call and then we can go.”

I nod and finish getting ready. Fifteen minutes later we’re on the street, hopping into a cab. Almost thirty minutes later we’re pulling up to a building that’s far from the lights of The Strip.

“You’ve been here before?”

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