Page 26 of Secret Daddies

The sound of our bodies coming together filled the air, leaving no room for anything else. I drew her head down to mine, pressing our foreheads together so I could taste her breath on my skin. Her eyes didn’t move from mine, like she was drinking in the sight of me like this, enjoying how lost I was to the pleasure she was giving me. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her off in that moment, nothing she could ask for that wouldbe too much—no, she had me in the palm of her hand, and I wasn’t even sure she knew it.

I could tell she was starting to get close, the same noises of pleasure starting to escape her lips as she moved on top of me. I pushed even deeper into her, pulling our bodies flush together and watching the crease in her brow deepen as she crested closer and closer to the edge.

“I want to feel you come,” I murmured to her, our lips so close that she could feel the words as well as hear them. “I want to feel you come for me, Maya…”

And that seemed to be all the permission she needed to go over the edge and into her release. She cried out, so loud it wouldn’t surprise me if we got complaints from the whole street, and I felt her body spasm against me, her pussy clenching around me. As hot as it had been to make her come with my mouth, this was something else entirely, burning itself onto my memory like a brand in a single split second.

It took me over the edge and into my own release too, the sight and sensations together too much for me to resist. I came hard, a low groan of pleasure filling my chest and escaping my mouth as I thrust up and into her one last time. I held myself there, letting myself linger in the intensity of that moment, until it felt like there was nothing else in the world but the two of us—right here, right now, giving ourselves to each other.

She kissed me again, panting against my mouth as her body continued to clench and rock with her orgasm. I kissed her back, my hand cupping the back of her head, not wanting this to end, not ready for it to be over, not by a long shot.

But it didn’t have to be. No, we had the rest of the night ahead of us—and as far as I was concerned, we were just getting started.

13

MAYA

When I woke,it took me a moment to remember where I was. I lifted my head from the pillow and glanced around the room, my eyes bleary. Wait, this wasn’t my bed…

I heard a slight grunt from beside me, and it all came flooding back. My eyes widened.Holy shit, I’m still at Lee’s place!When he had invited me over for dinner, I’d decided it was the perfect chance to forget about everything going on with Devon, and just relax and have some fun. And while we’d had awholelot of fun, my phone was currently blaring on the bedside table, and I got the feeling that I was in some kind of trouble.

I snatched it up before it could shout at me any longer, and answered the call without looking.

“Hello?”

“Maya, where are you?” Paula demanded. “You were supposed to be on set twenty minutes ago!”

I glanced down at the time on my phone. Shit, she was right. I was well and truly running late. I cursed under my breath andsprang to my feet, trying to remember where I’d left my dress the night before.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be right there!” I promised her.

“Half an hour, or you’re out on your ass,” she warned me, and then hung up. Fuck! I was in serious trouble…

I scurried through the house, completely undressed, trying to figure out where I had left my stuff—my dress was on the balcony, along with my panties, and the moment I spotted them there my head was filled with memories of what we’d gotten up to last night. God, it had been so hot—being with Lee like that, letting him see me and take me, the look on his face when I was on top of him… I knew that would be burned into my brain for a hell of a long time. It had done the job, in terms of getting Devon and whatever was happening with us out of my head, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long if I wound up losing my job over this.

I threw on the dress and rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up—but the moment I saw myself in the mirror, I knew I wouldn’t pass for someone who had just overslept. I was clearly on a walk of shame in this dress, there was no way it could be anything other than that. I tugged on it nervously, trying to pull it down a little further to cover my body, but there was no way I could pull this off. I needed to put together an outfit that seemed a little more appropriate for work, but the only other item of clothing I had was a pair of heels I’d slipped off under the table when we were eating dinner.

I raced to Lee’s room, where he was still sprawled on the covers, asleep—damn, nothing woke this guy up. I guessed it was for the best, because I got the feeling he would pull me back into bed topick up where we’d left off, and I didn’t know if I had it in me to resist him, not really.

Throwing open his wardrobe, I scanned the clothes before me—Lee was quite a bit taller than me, so I’d have to accept that I would look a hot mess for the rest of the day, but I could handle that. I grabbed a pair of blue jeans that were crumpled in the corner of the closet and quickly slipped them on, tucking the dress into them and hoping I could pass it off as a cami. I still only had my heels, but they would have to do. Grabbing them, I texted a taxi company to pick me up and rushed outside to wait, practically able to hear the ticking of the clock in the back of my head the whole time.

I would talk to Lee when I saw him again, explain what had happened—I couldn’t help but smirk slightly as I wondered how many girls he’d done this to, how many girls he had raced out on before they had a chance to wake up. I guessed this was a little payback for each and every one of them, though I knew there was no way I wasn’t going to see him again, not after that.

Finally, the car pulled up and I dived inside, ignoring the hard look the driver gave me. I panted out the address of the set, and he seemed to catch on to the fact that this was pretty damn urgent, putting his foot down and taking off into the cool morning light.

I stumbled onto set just a few minutes before my cutoff, and found Paula outside the makeup trailer, tapping her foot impatiently with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked me up and down, and her eyebrows shot up—but she seemed to think better of actually commenting on my less-than-traditional outfit.

“Well, you’re here, that’s what matters,” she sighed, and she jerked her head inside. “Taylor’s waiting.”

“Thanks,” I blurted out to her, grateful that she hadn’t fired my ass on the spot, and I rushed in before she could say another word to me. I’d gotten away with it, it seemed, and I would take that.

Sure enough, Taylor was sitting at the makeup counter, the mirror pushed to the side as it had been before, and a couple of the other makeup artists were milling around, probably getting ready for the day. All eyes turned to me as soon as I stepped in, and I felt a heat rise to my cheeks as they stared at my outfit.

“That’s pretty…original,” Darren, one of the artists, remarked to me diplomatically.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen you in an outfit like that before,” Natalia added, taking a step toward me and looking me up and down. “And those jeans, they look…”

She paced around me. I felt like I was some kind of zoo exhibit, ready for inspection. I wished I could just tell them all to piss off and let me get to work, but I knew it wasn’t going to go that easy, not after I’d kept them all waiting.

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