Page 85 of The Secret

“Where are we going?”

Taking a left at the stairs to the VIP section, we continued a short way down the corridor until I pushed open a door I knew wasn’t alarmed, to a place I’d been more than once before. It was a dressing room of sorts, a room which was used for any visiting bands or artists on the nights they had live music. Vanity mirrors surrounded by big Hollywood bulbs ran along one wall above a bank of tables, half of which were lit. Full length mirrors covered the walls at the end and combined with the muffled music and heavy vibrations created an eerie carnival feel.

“How do you know about this?”

That I’d taken other women here too wasn’t something I had any inclination to share with her right this second. Or any second.

“I know the owner of this place.” I kicked the door shut as she walked further in and turned around, the mirrors giving me a perfect view of her perfect ass.

“Of course, you do.”

Her chest was still heaving from our kiss and the speed at which I’d led us here, her tight nipples straining against the strapless top. It was beyond me how I’d managed to get her, but I’d stopped questioning anything happening in my life since I got home to a baby on my doorstep.

Two strides and I was back to where I’d been, as far in her personal space as I could get. I reached out and ran my thumb against her exposed belly button, circling it until she melted against my touch. Being somewhere private was both the best and worst idea she’d ever had, because I was unsure how strong my willpower was. I knew I was less likely to fuck her up against the wall by the dancefloor, but it wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. Here, however…

“Fuck, do you have any idea how crazy you’ve been driving me? How badly I want you? You blow my fucking mind, Kit Isobel Hawkes.” My hands were unable to stay still, running all over her body, including her leather clad ass.

Her head tilted back so she could look up at me through thick, sooty lashes. “It’s the same for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, since our first walk. When we got back, I realized what a massive crush I had on you.”

A crush? Jesus Christ. I wasn’t sure what was zipping through my nervous system at g-force could be described as a crush, although itwascrushing me. No, this was more than a fucking crush. This was a… consuming.

No woman had ever consumed me like this.

My mouth found hers again, the tip of my tongue running along the seam of her lips as she opened up and I took my time to roam around, while my hands never ceased on their journey to map out her body until I memorized it. Her breasts felt as good in my hands as I thought they would; firm, pert, round and absolutely incredible, then my thumbs brushed against the tightest nipples I’d ever known, producing a deep, appreciative moan.

“You like that?”

She nodded through a haze of heightening arousal; her responsiveness to my touch was all the assurance I needed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I locked on her face as I slowly repeated the movement, watching her jaw slacken; it was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen. Then I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and my dick hardened by an impossible degree.

I picked her up and carried her to one of the dressing tables, setting her down. My eyes tracked the movement of her soft pink tongue darting out as she chewed her lip. I wanted that tongue on my cock while I slid down her throat; I wanted those lips wrapped around me as I fucked her mouth. But good things come to those who wait, and I wasn’t going to rush this. What I was going to do was make her see stars.

I spread her legs wide and stood between them, knowing she could feel how hard I was for her. How much I wanted her, how desperate I was for her.

“Murray…” It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a whisper, but I swore to myself I’d hear her say it again. Just. Like. That.

I stepped back, drinking her in. She was looking at me like I was the first and only man she’d ever seen, and I had plans to keep it that way; except that I would also be the last man she’d ever see, the last man she’d ever look at with her rich, chocolate browns.

“I know, darling,” I groaned. “Fuck, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

I was going to blow her mind, and maybe mine in the process.

But I wasn’t about to fuck her in this room, I didn’t even want to get her naked in this room. I had no desire to add her to the list of those who had both been fucked and/or naked in this room. Not all by me, not by a long shot, but still… I wasn’t adding her to the list. She belonged on a list of her own, right at the top, with no one following.

I brushed a lock of hair from her face with the end of my finger, tracing it on a path along her jaw and down the curve of her neck. Her breath hitched as I ran along the swell of her breasts, dipping under the flimsy material, feeling her soft skin with the back of my hand. Returning them to the fronts of her thighs, I ran my palms up and down the smooth leather. She was yet to let out a breath as my fingers dipped under the waistband, which was when it occurred to me that as sexy as these pants were, they were too fucking tight for me to get my fingers anywhere near where I wanted them.

How the fuck did she get them on?

More to the point, how the fuck do I get them off? Or at the very least, get her off?

They were nothing more than a sexy as fuck chastity belt, except even the sexiness factor was on a swift decline with how long it was taking me to get in them.

I shifted her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wider. I had no doubt that if I could slip my fingers in there she’d be soaking wet. Drenched. I could smell her and my dick punched hard in my jeans, making them almost as tight as her pants. I rubbed against her.

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