Page 42 of Secret Daddies

“You seem a little…distracted,” she remarked, furrowing her brow and looking me up and down. “Busy night?”

“Yeah,” I replied, biting back a little smirk. “Busy night. That’s all. You know how it is.”

“Well, Taylor’s going to be here in a few minutes,” she replied. “So grab yourself a coffee and get ready to deal with that, okay?”

“Will do.”

She made her way from the makeup trailer, and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she wasn’t going to be here when Taylor and I saw each other again. I was sure that the tension in the air would be palpable to anyone even remotely paying attention, and after I had turned up on set in Lee’s jeans just a couple months ago, I didn’t want any more gossip circulating about me and what I’d been up to with these guys.

I had noticed, if I was being honest, that Taylor had seemed a little distracted this morning, before the guys left. He had tried to pull me aside to talk to me, but I was in such a rush to get them out of there before Matty caught on to anything that I hadn’t really given him the chance to explain what might have been on his mind.

Perhaps we could get it out in the open now. I moved the mirror for him, remembering that he didn’t like to look at himself while he was being worked on, and pulled out everything I was going to need for this job, preparing myself for his eventual arrival.

And he was dead on time, just like he always was. I flashed him a smile when he stepped into the trailer, and he returned it. I could tell just from the way he was looking at me that he was thinking about last night too, and my cheeks flushed at the memory of him stroking his cock while watching me getting fucked by Lee and Devon.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied, gesturing to the seat in front of me. “Come on, I need to get to work on you.”

“I think you did plenty of that last night,” he joked, and I had to bite back a laugh.

“Hey, you can’t be talking about that here,” I protested playfully. “Someone might hear us. And if they know what I’ve been doing?—”

“Don’t worry, I’m discreet,” he promised me as he moved toward the seat and sank down into it. He seemed to carry himself with so much more confidence now, as though he was utterly certain of what he wanted and how he was going to get it. As if he wasn’t hot enough already…

I picked up my brush and palette, and leaned back, looking him up and down as I tried to work out what I needed to do. It was hard not to find myself a little distracted—he was so damn hot, and he was mine. At least, for now. I didn’t know where the night before left us, exactly, but I didn’t think it mattered. I could feel the tension thick in the air between us, and I wanted nothing more than to indulge in it for a little while longer.

“So, how are you feeling?” he asked me as I began to apply some concealer along his jawline, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“How do you mean? After last night?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I mean…”

I paused for a moment, trailing off, as all the memories flooded through me once more. They were so vivid it was almost as though I was right back in the moment, hands all over me, bodies moving against me.

“Pretty fucking great,” I giggled. “I’ve never done anything like that before, not in my whole life, so it was…yeah. It was pretty awesome.”

“Me neither,” he replied, grinning at me. But I could tell there was still something he was holding back. I leaned back for a moment, brush in hand, and peered at him.

“Something else on your mind?”

He hesitated before he said anything. Whatever was bothering him, it wasn’t so easy for him to just come out and say it.

“You can tell me,” I assured him. “Trust me, I’m keeping plenty of secrets for you as it is. Imagine what the press would do if they found out about what we got up to last night…”

He chuckled, nodding, conceding the point.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I just…I don’t know how to say it without being an asshole.”

“You can be an asshole to me,” I replied. “Within reason, of course.”

He flicked his tongue over his lips. And then, at last, he said it.

“Look, I know how this is going to sound, but I don’t mean it like that,” he began. “But I…when we were all together last night, when you were naked. I noticed something different about you.”

My heart fluttered in my chest. I had a bad feeling I knew where this was going, and it was the very last thing I needed right now…

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