Page 94 of His Secret

“Do you want to be watched?”

“Maybe.”

“I have to go down and get a key. You’re gonna be okay up here?”

“Yeah.” I turn to look at him. “Yeah, for sure.”

He grins and turns to leave. I continue to watch the couple until the man pulls out of her and comes all over her ass and back.

I move onto the next room with a window and lookinside. This room is set up differently. There’s no bed, but there is a table. There’s a man bent over it, ankles and wrists restrained as another man walks around him, holding what I now know as a riding crop.

His skin is already slightly red in areas around his ass and thighs. Since I can see him from the side, I spot his erection below the table, and what I’m pretty sure is pre-cum leaking to the floor.

Holy shit.

I feel overheated, so I step back and try to collect myself. As I lean against the wall, I hear steps rounding the corner, and I couldn’t be more excited to know Matías is on his way, and we’ll soon be behind one of these doors.

However, when the man starts walking toward me, I realize it’s just another patron.

He watches me the whole time. His eyes roaming up and down my body as he inches closer.

He’s attractive—wearing a form-fitting lace shirt tucked into black pants. I can only see hints of skin, but he’s clearly well-built.

“Hey,” he says, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Hey.”

He peeks over my shoulder and into the room behind me. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s my first time, so.”

His brows lift slightly. “Interesting, and are you curious about,” he gestures through the window.

I laugh nervously. “I was just looking.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and unabashedly checks me out again, but then all of a sudden, Matías is behind him.

“Hello,” he says in a cool tone, walking around the man, his eyes on me before he faces him.

“Oh. Are you?—”

Matías doesn’t let him finish. “He’s mine,” he states clearly. “He’s with me.”

“I see,” the man says, eyes moving from Matías to me. “Well, I apologize.”

Matías gives him a tight grin. “No worries. We’ll be in room thirteen if you’re interested in seeing what you can’t have.”

He takes my hand and leads me down the hall to door number thirteen.

My chest vibrates with excitement. At his claim. At his authority. At him telling this man he can watch us.

Matías closes and locks the door once we’re inside, barricading me with his arms. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

I grin. “To be fair, you left me alone for more than a minute.”

“And that means you get to flirt with other guys?” he asks, one eyebrow arching upward.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

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