Page 109 of His Secret

Hey

I glance at the bathroom and still hear the faucet running. I type out a quick response.

Hey

Still want to watch?

It takes a second before I realize what he’s referring to. I told him earlier today that I wanted to watch him come. But my god this isn’t the right time.

Of course

I’ve been thinking about you all night.

I’ve been thinking about you too.

The water in the bathroom shuts off. There’s some movement, but she’ll be out here any second now.

I want to taste you again. I want to make you as desperate as you were at the club in Vegas.

My heart is in my throat, beating rapidly as my body heats up. Matías is turning me on through texts while I worry about my wife coming out of the bathroom to try to sleep with me.

I feel like I’m always desperate for you.

Good.

Three dots appear, letting me know he’s typing something else out. I anxiously await the message, and then the bathroom door opens.

I wonder if my face shows the amount of guilt and fear that I feel. Can she hear how fast my heart is beating?

“Good. You’re still up,” she says with a grin as she climbs into bed. “Who are you talking to?”

I make the phone go dark. “Nobody.”

The phone buzzes in my hand, and sweat prickles under my arms. For all she knows, that could be an email. I don’t look at it.

Her hand lands on my stomach under the covers, moving down toward my waist.

“You know, maybe you’re right. I should just talk to my dad and get it over with,” I say.

Her hand doesn’t stop moving. She pushes my shirt up to touch my skin, her fingers dancing under the waistband of my sweats.

“Yeah, that’s good,” she says, scooting closer.

“He’s probably still awake,” I say.

She stops moving. “You want to call him right now?”

“I mean, I should, right? Like, that’s what you said.”

Charlotte pulls away completely. “You said earlier that it wouldn’t be today, but now you want to?”

“I don’t ever want to talk to him, Charlotte, but you keep telling me I need to, so?—”

“Not at ten o’clock when we’re in bed and I’m clearly trying to have an intimate moment with you. Are you that oblivious or just completely disinterested? Do you even know how long it’s been since we’ve had sex? Because I can tell you.”

“Are you really keeping track?” I say, my guilt turning into defensiveness and anger. “That’s real great, Charlotte. I didn’t know that just becauseyouwant to have sex, I also have to want to have sex. Not everyone is in the mood all the time. I know I’m a man, but I can’t just deliver when you’re ready.”

“Oh, my god,” she exclaims. “That’s not what I meant at all.”

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