Page 135 of The Secret

I raised the privacy screen but kept her on the other side of the car, allowing no contact. I was at the point where my dick was almost painful with how hard it was from the slightest touch from her. It was the longest ten minutes of my life before we eventually pulled up outside. The concierge swept us through the lobby to The Presidential Suite, our bags following closely behind on a porter guided trolley.

I peeled off a considerable number of notes, handing them to him before he insisted on giving us the guided tour of the suite. I’d spent enough time here that I already knew it, and from the look Kit was giving me, she definitely didn’t care.

The door closed behind him and I turned to find her walking backward, shedding her clothes with every step she took. Her sneakers were kicked off one by one, landing… somewhere… I didn’t see, my eyes glued to hers.

She hit the back of the long couch, using the arm to prop her up as she eased off her jeans. And then she was standing in front of me, only the sheerest underwear covering her; a sight I’d been dreaming about for a month. She reached behind her.

“Stop.” My fists clenched. I wanted to savor this moment, andIwanted to unwrap the rest of her.

Her hands dropped down slowly, her expression glassy with equal amounts of arousal and goading, the rise and fall of her chest quickening as I stepped closer to her. Her soft skin was warm under my touch as my hands swept across her body, reminding me of everything I’d missed; every curve and sinew. They ran over the roundness of her perfect ass while my tongue rediscovered the depth of her belly button, my lips reliving the swell of her incredible breasts and the feel of her nipple tightening as I teased it between my teeth.

My arms wrapped round her. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. I missed you so much.”

She fisted my hair, pulling me back, “I need you naked, now.”

I didn’t need asking twice. My dick almost sighed in relief as it was freed from the painful constraints of my jeans, surging toward Kit who was still perched on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck me, Murray. I need you to fuck me hard.”

Jesus Christ. This was going to be over in seconds. The plans I had to take my time devouring her would have to wait.

I stood back; watching her watch me as I slowly stroked my cock, trying to regain a semblance of control. I wanted this to be good for her, but I was too jacked up from a month of not being near her to have any kind staying power.

And she could tell.

Slowly licking her lips, her fingers eased off her panties, touching herself where I wanted to touch, snapping my composure. In one swift movement, I hoisted her up and impaled her, both of us crying out loudly.

I was finally home.

Every second I’d been away from her was worth it to be here, in this moment, my heart on the brink of bursting.

“Jesus, fuck.” Her walls were already clenching against me, her tits almost touching my lips as her back arched and I let my breathing relax. “Fuck. You feel incredible. You’re incredible. Have you missed this like I’ve missed you?

Her eyes reached mine, dark and hooded, filled with lust and hunger, and love. “More. I’ve missed you more.”

“Not possible.” I wrapped her legs around my waist, rolling my hips to bury myself deeper. “It’s not possible to miss anything as much as I’ve missed you.”

A low moan rumbled through the air that might have come from her, but may have come from me. It was impossible to tell because we’d merged into one, joined in every possible way. She rocked against me, taking me deeper again and again, each movement adding to the pressure hardening my balls until I was on borrowed time before I exploded inside her.

She snared my lips with hers, her fingers threading through my hair, holding on like she never intended to let me go. Her thighs tightened, the quivering increasing which I knew signaled the beginning of the end. There was no space between us for me to reach her clit, instead I ground hard against her, swallowing a moan which shot straight down my spine and detonated in my balls.

Her orgasm hit as mine did, gripping me so hard I wasn’t sure I’d stay conscious as she eked out every last drop of cum I had to give her. She collapsed onto my chest, both of us falling back onto the couch with a thud and a giggle, setting off a full blown belly laugh neither of us could stop, lightening the air and banishing any tension.

We lay there until a loud rumbling broke the silence. Her hand flew to her stomach.

“Sounds like someone needs feeding…” I kissed her head, easing out of her, immediately missing the warmth.

Half an hour later, the porter arrived with our order, leaving it on the dining room table. I signed the check and he left, Kit diving into a fully loaded burger that looked bigger than her head before the door closed behind him. Her bathrobe had loosened slightly, her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, and a dollop of mustard was sliding down her chin. She’d never looked more beautiful, and my chest swelled so big it was suddenly hard to breathe.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” I blurted out, dropping to the floor by the side of her seat, demanding her attention. Her burger stopped midway to her mouth as I took a beat to gather my racing thoughts. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me this time. Thank you for believing in me, and in us. I didn’t know what it meant or what you were asking of me when you said you wanted space, and you were right. We did need this time. I needed this time. I didn’t know it, but you did, and I hope you realize what you’ve done, because I’ve fallen so in love with you I’ll never find my way out.”

She slowly put down the burger, her eyes brimming with emotion which soon spilled over. Picking up the napkin from her lap, she wiped her fingers then her nose, before she cupped my cheek with a shaking hand, the sensation sending a cascade of goosebumps over my skin.

But I wasn’t done; I needed to say my piece before she could. I wanted her to hear my words, unprompted by anything she said.

“Do you remember what you said to me on our first walk together?” I waited, lacing my fingers with hers, but the words which were seared on my heart never came. “That I was chosen to be Bell’s daddy?” She nodded slightly as her memory jogged. “I believe that. I loved my life, but until Bell came into it, I realized it didn’t have meaning. I was flitting from girl to girl, adding more money onto my already obscene piles. But when you turned up, I knew the reason she came into my life was to help me find you, and with you came purpose. My purpose is to make you happy.”

She sniffed loudly but it didn’t stop the tears running down her cheeks.

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