Page 107 of All Our Secrets

“I need to go clean up in the bathroom before lunch is over,” I said between his demanding kisses.

He led me toward my chair, sat down, and pulled me onto his lap. “No. Eat first. I know you’re not going to come home with me tonight, so I want my cum to stay in you a while longer.”

Oh! My poor clit wasn’t going to get any relief with Silas around.

“Just a little longer,” I whispered. “But I’m a woman who doesn’t want a UTI because I didn’t clean up after sex.”

He laughed and kissed my cheek, then we dug in.

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The following days bled together in the same pleasant way. Silas and I formed a routine. He’d bend me over my desk while my kids were at lunch. After a week, the risk was becoming too much, but it was easy to ignore when Silas was inside me. That changed when another teacher came searching for me right after Silas had locked the door. Luckily, he wasn’t screwing me yet and could quickly unlock it, but the suspicion was clear on Annalee’s face.

With tingly fingers and skin, I let my anxiety get the best of me for the rest of the day. Sensing my worry, Silas didn’t want to leave me at work, but he couldn’t stay. And he definitely couldn’t come back for a while.

I wished I could be like Silas. He didn’t care what anyone said about us. He’d shout his intentions for me to the world if I’d let him. Me, on the other hand? I feared Theodore’s parents’ reaction more than anything, but I’d made my choice. I had to livemylife. Meeting Silas during my lunches wasn’t an option anymore, and I couldn’t keep refusing to go to his place. Talking to him via text or the phone would never be enough. I’d already tried taking just a piece of him. It didn’t work. He wasn’t my dirty secret. Silas King was mine. I wanted to be brave enough to claim him openly too.

After work, my phone chimed as I walked outside.

SILAS: DON’T WORRY. THE OLD WOMAN SAW NOTHING MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE EATING.

ME: I THINK SO TOO.

SILAS: I’M GOING TO MISS THAT DESK.

I snorted.

SILAS: BUT I’D RATHER HAVE YOU AT MY PLACE ANYWAY.

Same.I longed for Silas when he wasn’t near. To the point of desperation. Those feelings had brought me to his bed in the first place. And that yearning would keep me in those strong, comforting arms.

SILAS: BRING STINKY AND COME OVER TONIGHT.

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T.J. laughed as I blew raspberries on his tummy. “Do you want to go to Silas’s?” T.J.’s little feet and arms bounced as he laid on the bed. “You don’t think I’m rushing?”

My son cooed, blinking those big blue eyes at me. My chest was light. I refused to think about anything more than us staying with Silas that night. Well, I tried at least.

Gerald and Rosie were good people. Silas was a good man. They’d understand. I had to believe that over anything else. But… my mind wandered back to all the odd looks Gerald gave Silas.

Stop, Peyton.

While I packed, T.J. was a good boy, observing everything I did. He got excited again, kicking around as I put on his clothes. I giggled and placed a kiss on his forehead.

My bedroom door creaked, and I turned quickly. As loud and creepy as the house was, I should have been used to it by then. I wasn’t. This place hadn’t felt so scary when Theodore was alive. I especially never recalled my hair moving on its own. My skin crawled, and a shudder ran through me at the memory of the unexplained event. I rubbed my arms, as if that would help the fear settling in my bones.

Could I have imagined that? The terror still filled my lungs with dread. A need to run out of my home. But that was it, wasn’t it? Was this house even my home anymore?

My phone rang, and I startled. I walked over to the nightstand, seeing Silas’s name flash on my iPhone screen. “Hey.”

“What’s wrong?”

“How do you know something’s wrong?”

“The sound of your voice. You think I can’t tell just because I can’t see you?”

I rubbed my forehead. The smile was slow to come, but as it did, a warmth filled my chest. “It’s hard to admit that my house freaks me out, but having you around makes it easier.”

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