Page 106 of All Our Secrets

When he offered his hand, I took it. He pulled me against his chest. I grabbed his shirt and inhaled.God, yes.Giving in was so much easier than thinking a piece of him would be enough. I wanted all of him. It tore me to shreds at the mere thought of Becky or another woman touching him. I couldn’t keep denying myself. Not even for my late husband.

“Are you going to hell with me, then?” I whispered as our eyes met.

He took my chin and lifted it. “Nothing we’re doing is wrong. But yes, I’d follow you to the depths of hell.”

“I really thought I was doing the right thing, but when right feels wrong… Maybe it’s not the correct choice after all.”

Touching him felt real. Being with him was honest and true.

“Did you truly think I’d let you go again?”

Again?

Silas unbuttoned my dress pants and shoved them down. Bad time to remember I hadn’t shaved, and the fluorescent lights were unforgiving. “Wait.”

“Do we have the time to wait?”

I bit my lip, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Twisting me around by the hips, he bent me over the desk. The fluttering inside my stomach grew tenfold. The cold, hard surface bit into my hips, but the presence behind me swept me under his control. My cheeks warmed when he slid my panties down next. His fingers brushed along my opening. The sopping sound my body made when he slipped a finger inside had me panting.

“Good girl.” His free hand threaded into my hair. “Hear how wet you are, baby? Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes.” My desire unhinged me. When he removed his finger, I whimpered. I wanted to feel him all over me. I wanted him tofillme. So fucking tired of denying what I wanted. What I’dalwayswanted. I bucked backward against his pants when the sound of his zipper rang out in the quiet room. A zing of pleasure hit my lower stomach as his erection bumped my butt.

“Easy, baby. I’m going to give it to you.” Silas’s hoarse voice danced across my skin.

The next second, his head rubbed along my opening. His palm went to my mouth, concealing my moan as he sank into me with one long thrust. When he filled me, he consumed me. He was everywhere, embedded in me. Engraved on my soul. When we connected, I was nothing. Not even Peyton. I was simply his.

Stars spotted my vision. I went slack, becoming a mere creature of sense. His thrusts were powerful, precise, but deliberately slow. He slipped one hand into my shirt, caressing and fondling while his other worked my clit. The rhythm in which he thrummed my body matched every pump of his hips. Silas King was a beast. A man who knew what I needed and when I needed it.Maddening.

The build-up was torturous. His breath heated the back of my neck while he rolled a nipple between his fingers. My knees shook, my skin prickled, and my pussy spasmed. One more thrust, one more roll of his fingers across my clit, and I shattered beneath him.

“Uh.”

Silas’s last two thrusts were jerky as he chased my release with his own. His dick pulsed, sending a heavy dose of contentment to settle inside me. I closed my eyes and let the happiness wash over me.

Kissing my neck once, Silas pulled out and slid my panties and pants back up. I was so sated I refused to move. I merely existed. If he wanted to take me again, I would have let him, despite the risks of getting caught. A second after I heard the hiss of his zipper, Silas helped me up and spun me around to face him.

Like a fool, I couldn’t contain my smile. For the first time, guilt didn’t chase the happiness away. And for that, I showed him my truths. When he bent down and stole my lips, I met his passion and kissed him like I’d wanted to a thousand times before. I ran my hands through his hair, down his face—especially his scars—and across his shoulders with a passion and softness. With my desire and my affections.

As we pulled away, his gaze darted across my face. He was so handsome. The flush on his cheeks brought out the darkness in his eyes. His lips parted, a sense of wonder emanating from him as he stared.

I chuckled. “What is it?”

“Hmm… Wondering.”

“About?”

“Whether everyone feels this state of bliss when you smile at them, or if it’s just me.”

My chest lightened as my love grew. “Stop.”

He placed his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to lose your smile. I don’t want to loseyou,Peyton.”

I took his hand. “I’m not running anymore. I don’t want to.”

“Promise me. We’re going to get through everything,” he croaked with a vulnerability he couldn’t hide.

I kissed across his bearded jaw until I found his lips. His tongue delved into my mouth, searching, dominating, and I gave him what he sought.

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