Page 76 of Filthy Little Secret

“I’m not going anywhere, Mark. All I needed was for Nanna to knock some sense into my brain.”

“What was wrong?”

“That shit that happened fucked me up. I realized that you and this life that I live…they can’t go together.”

His expression shifts to concern.

“No, no. Not like that. I mean, they can’t, but I know which one has to change. I want you, Mark. And I want to be a better person. I’ve never wanted to be a better person so much in my entire fucking life, and I’m willing to do whatever I need to make that happen. I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” he says.

And his words feel so good as they hit my ear.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“It’s fine.…Well, now that you said you’re fucking falling in love with me.” He winks.

“Oh, you’re kinda conceited now that you know how I want you.”

“Yes, I am,” he says, beaming.

“I like you like this.”

“How?”

“Happy. But your face is still banged up a bit. Is this makeup?”

“Oh, God. I meant to wipe it off. I’ve just been upstairs, pacing around, worried shitless because my boyfriend went all crazy on me.”

I lean down and press my forehead against his, knowing I’m probably getting a little foundation on it.

“I want to be better for you, Mark. I want to be someone who you can be proud of.”

“I don’t need you to change who you are for me.”

“But I need to change. This isn’t the life I wanted. You’ve just given me a good enough reason to walk away.”

We kiss, and I’m enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue—those familiar minty flavors that are so smooth and feel so good. He pulls away.

“How about you just make it up to me?” he says.

He takes my hand and guides me down the cellar hallway before taking me through a doorway.

He opens it and leads me inside.

Cement floor. Piles of boxes shoved to the back wall. An AC unit in the corner of the room.

The scent of dust and mildew fills the air.

I kiss Mark as he closes the door behind us. I grip the hem of his shirt and pull it off over his head. I kiss down his body, pressing my thumbs into the grooves between his muscles—the ones I’ve missed so much. When I reach his jeans, I unbutton them and pull them and his briefs down. He’s already fully erect, his cock begging for me to stick it in my mouth. I tease him with a lick on the head.

He curses and then I run my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his dick.

I’m toying with him.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and hand it to him.

“Record me,” I say.

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