Page 66 of Filthy Little Secret

“I’m fine,” I remind him.

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault. I know it was those assholes, but when I saw you lying there. For a minute, I was fucking terrified.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should’ve—”

“It was my decision to get in the way when those guys came out.”

But as I look at him, his expression cold, I know he’s just thinking about himself—that if this wasn’t the life he was leading, then this would never have happened to me.

“Hey, hey,” I say, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me. “I’m here, and I’m okay.”

He looks over my face, like it looks more concerning than I realize.

He frowns and sets his hand on the side of my neck.

“If I could find those guys, I would—”

“Keep your cool because this isn’t something worth getting arrested over.”

He moves forward to kiss me, but I recoil.

“It’s gonna hurt,” I remind him.

His gaze shifts down as though he’s disappointed.

“Just be careful,” I urge.

He moves forward, inching his way to me until his lips are right in front of my forehead.

“This looks like a safe spot,” he says, offering a soft peck.

No pain. If anything, relief shoots from the place where his lips touch and radiates outward, offering ease to those parts of my face that feel like they’re fucking screaming, my nerves asking what the fuck I was doing tonight.

“How about here?” he asks when he moves to another spot, this time on my cheek.

He’s getting close to the painful spots, and I know it’s on purpose.

His light kiss offers a bit more ease. Or maybe that’s the hydrocodone working. Whatever the reason, I don’t want him to stop.

“And here?” he kisses my chin, and I close my eyes.

This reminds me of the day we were in the shower. When he said he wanted us to escape to our own little island.

I want that right now.

I want to have him close to me like this, offering these gentle kisses to me forever. Although I know I need the sex too.

“I know where you’re really not hurting,” his whispers, and his warm breath envelopes my face and brings me such ease.

He kisses down my neck and my body, licking and nipping as he makes his way to my cock, which grows as he nears it.

God, how does he fucking do this to me? How does he drive my body so fucking insane like this?

I relax as he does what he does best, and the way he pleases me mixed with the painkiller he gave me makes me forget about the pain in my face briefly as another pressure builds within my balls.

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