Page 148 of One Big Little Secret

Kansas City feels new and bewildering a week after our return.

My old routine, forever shattered.

Sure, Salem still lives at home with Arlo, who remains oblivious to the entire thing. I take them out on weekends and drop by often, even when she’s not expecting me.

It’s almost hard to process.

This need to see my woman, my son—fuck,my son—just to know they’re alive and well and thriving.

What’s harder is keeping a lid on my urge to march them out of that beat-up shoebox apartment and into my home that’s ten times larger.

Too fast, I know.

This shit takes time.

The trouble is, time has fucked me over enough, thieving away years when I should’ve been in their lives.

Then there are the evenings when she’s free, an hour or so before leaving the office, where I lock the door and throw her against the wall.

My hands, my mouth, they take.

They lay down the law.

My teeth catch her bottom lip while she moans delight into my mouth, my fingers working rough, brisk orgasms out of her clit.

Ineedto be inside her very soon.

Especially when it’s goddamned impossible to keep my hands off her, though she stops short of letting me sweep everything off her desk and bend her over it. Always the same excuse.

“What if someone hears? The cleaners?”she whispers, like I couldn’t snap my fingers and make them hold off on making the rounds with some contrived excuse.

Instead, we wait for the weekends, those rare slivers of time carved out between our busy lives when I can finally turn into a sheet-ripping animal.

Waiting for pussy this good is driving me mad.

I’m not used to anticipation.

Hell, I’m not used to any of this.

Usually, when I’m into a girl, I can bed her at will and I’m done in a matter of weeks, after I’ve worked it out of my system.

But Salem broke the old, familiar pattern.

She’s brokenme.

Yet the sex just keeps getting better as I learn her body and she explores mine.

Yesterday, before I could shove her panties aside and go to work, she dropped down and started opening my trousers.

I’ve never been more awestruck in my life, watching her hazel eyes flashing pure lust as her velvet lips engulfed my cock.

She has a few surprises, like taking me down her throat, so eager she gladlychokedon my last round of thrusts.

And she still didn’t stop, not until I exploded, fighting and failing to swallow my come before it poured out of her mouth, staining her collar.

This is the part where I make a fist and hit myself.

Instead, I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the mundane revenue projections in front of me.

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