Page 1 of Secret Daddies

PROLOGUE

MAYA

He slammedme up against the door to his trailer, lifting me off my feet and letting me wrap my legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this all damn day,” he growled against my mouth, before he parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me properly. I sank into him, my arms resting around his shoulders, my back arching toward him as I felt that familiar wash of desire begin to pool between my legs.

If he’d given me a chance to talk, I would have told him that I felt the exact same way—that there was nothing I wanted more since I arrived at work this morning than for him to sneak me off into his trailer between scenes and fuck me till I couldn’t think straight. I’d even had to do his makeup this morning, and touch-ups on set. Being that close to him while I was meant to be playing professional…God, it was hard. That cocky little grin, that crop of blond hair, the way his blue eyes flashed at me, as though his mind was exactly where mine was.A girl can’t be expected to work under these circumstances.

And the best thing about hooking up with one of the stars of the movie—even an indie project like this one—was that he got his own trailer, and he could use it however he wanted. Now, as the rest of the cast and crew got set up for a few scene-setting shots, we had a few minutes to work out all that tension before we had to go back and pretend we were just coworkers once more.

His hands moved frantically against my body, sliding down to my hips, to the hem of my skirt, which he pushed up over my hips with ease. Slipping a hand between my legs, he let out a groan of pleasure as he felt how warm and wet I was for him already.

“You’ve been thinking about this just as much as I have, huh?” he teased lightly, before he plunged his tongue back into my mouth, pressing his erection against me through his jeans. I slid my hands down to his ass, pulling him into me, telling him in all the ways I knew how that I needed this—that I needed him.

And he didn’t need telling twice. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock into his hand, keeping me pinned against the door to the trailer—God, he was so strong, he could do anything he wanted to me. And I was sure, when we got back to his place tonight, he was going to do just that. But for now, our options were limited, and I was more than happy to just let myself get swept up in the undeniably hot knowledge that he wasn’t willing to wait for me a moment longer.

He pulled my panties to the side and planted himself at my entrance, driving himself into me in one long thrust—both of us let out a groan of pleasure, and I caught his face in my hands, drawing his gaze round to mine so I could take in the look in his eyes. He grinned, pushing in another inch or two and burying himself up to the hilt inside me, drawing a little whimper of pleasure from between my lips.

“Feels good, huh, baby?” he murmured, his lips so close to mine that they were almost grazing against me. All I could do was nod as I sank my mouth into his once more—and with that, he began to fuck me properly.

I had to press my face into his shoulder to keep from making any more noise than I should. One wrong move, one moan too much, and we would attract the attention of everyone we were working with, and I would be exposed as that total cliché of the on-set freelancer hooking up with the main talent. Which was never something I had planned, but sometimes, things just fell into place in a way you had never expected. And who was I to argue with it?

I was grinding back against him now with every thrust, taking him as deep as I could, the pleasure starting to pulsate out from between my legs to consume my whole body—I could hardly think, hardly breathe, the tension building so fast I couldn’t make sense of it. The insides of my thighs were starting to twitch against him as he moved his mouth to my neck, letting his lips glide up my skin and then linger against my ear.

“Come on, baby. Come. I want to feel you come…”

With that, he buried himself into me one last time, pressing against my clit as he held himself there—and the combination of his commanding words and his body against mine was all it took for me to go over the edge and into my own release. I cried out, not able to hold it back, not wanting to—for a moment, not even caring if everyone heard us and I became the cliché of the century in the process.

He lifted his hand to my chest, as he always did when I reached my release—he’d told me he loved the way my heartbeat raced when I came. Even now, it felt so intimate, the focus on myheart, the heart that he had found his way into, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

As he held himself there, inside my clenching slit, he went over the edge and into his release too. The feeling of his warmth inside of me—hell, it might be risky, but when it felt this good, I found it hard to care. I hooked my ankles behind his back to pull him all the way inside of me, groaning with appreciation as I felt him finish within me.

I could feel him panting against my ear, his breath coming back down to normal after the intensity of the moment we had just shared—and then slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled himself back from me, gently guiding me down so I could stand on my own two feet again.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he moved in to kiss me once more. “Yeah, that should hold me. For now.”

“See you at your place after shooting’s done?” I suggested hopefully, and he grinned.

“You got it, Maya.”

He kissed me again, softer, almost tender compared to what we had just done—but when he pulled back, he groaned and looked at his watch.

“I should get going,” he told me, pulling a face. “Give it a few minutes after I leave before you come out, right? So nobody knows…”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I assured him. Maybe some girls would take it as an insult that he didn’t want them to be spotted with him, but I knew he was just trying to protect my reputation, as much as his own.

As he slipped past me, I closed my eyes and caught my breath. What we were doing might land me in all kinds of trouble—but right now, as the pleasure throbbed through every inch of my body, I found it hard to give a damn.

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MAYA

Seven Years Later

“Mom!Come on! The movie’s starting!”

“I’ll be right there!” I called back to Matty, watching the countdown timer on the microwave as the popcorn finished its cycle. I could hear the opening credits music playing already, and I was sure Matty would make me run the movie back to the start if he thought I had missed anything. Not that these superhero flicks were ever cerebral enough to need it, but still.

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