Page 29 of Your Secret to Keep

Lia pulls away, looking at me. “It feels like this job is a good fit for what I’m looking for long term, but so do you.”

So do you.

She immediately bites her lip. “Fuck, I don’t think I should’ve said that. I’m not trying to be all clingy and whatever but it’s, like, such a surprise we’ve met and connected, and—”

I kiss her to stop the rambling and tell her that I agree. “You’re not clingy. You’re being clear and direct, which I like.” She puts her hands through my hair and locks her eyes on mine. “If this is your secret to keep, I’ll happily do it.”

“For now.” She says it almost like a question, needing reassurance.

“For now.” I nod and let her fall into me, her head finding the crook of my neck.

“We’re doing this?” she asks, her lips close to my ear lobe. I lean into her as she nips me.

“You and me, baby.”

Lia kisses me with urgency this time, and it feels like the walls have come down. Maybe she was holding back before?

Her arms loop around my neck and I kiss the column of her throat while she leans back, giving me space. The sheer lace has my mouth watering—her nipples, pink and pointed, underneath the fabric. My mouth finds the tops of her tits and peppers them with kisses. Lia pushes her hips further into me and arches her back, letting out a small moan which makes me smirk against her skin.

“Those noises you make. Fuck,” I groan as I drag my tongue across the top of her cleavage.

A hand goes through my hair, pulling on the dark strands to show me where she wants my mouth. A woman who can take charge? This keeps getting better and better. I move us to the bench in the pool and put her ass on the ledge.

I wondered if this would feel awkward or muted. It doesn’t. Thank god. For me, there’s not an ounce of doubt or questioning. I want her. She wants me. It’s a risk but it feels like it’s worth taking.

I step closer, letting my length hit her center. Lia’s eyes light up, wide and a bit surprised, but then she wears a devious grin.

“This ledge seems awfully practical.” She puts her hands on the sides of her legs, emphasizing while spreading them for me.

Her lips take mine and she tastes like the wine from dinner. A light breeze rushes through the trees, causing some of the leaves to fall from their branches, and my exposed skin goosebumps for a second.

I move my hips, touching her and pulling away, watching her expression as my dick touches the lace of her panties. Lia leans back, her arms resting on the edge of the pool. She moans each time I touch her, even though the fabric stays between us. When one of her hands reaches down her body until it’s under the lace, grabbing a nipple and rolling it in her own fingers, my balls tighten.

“Keep touching yourself like that,” I moan before kissing her jaw and down her throat.

She switches and is pinching the other nipple while her head tips back, her eyes closed. “Are you telling me what to do?” she asks, all breathy and needy.

“Are you listening?” I stretch the letters of the word. She nods her head. “Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. “Now reach into your panties and touch yourself.”

I step back, wanting to watch her. Without hesitation, her fingers rub down her cleavage, running over her stomach and sliding underneath the lace. I follow suit and wrap my hand around my dick. Through the water, I see when her fingers reach her clit. She releases a gasp and closes her eyes, tipping her head to the sky.

“Eyes on me,” I practically growl. I don’t want her hiding from me.

Lia’s eyes, fierce and blazing, pop open and lock on mine. Her eyelashes are thick and flutter. When she sees my hand touching myself, she bites her lower lip.

“I—” She stammers and stops.

“Tell me what you want.” I surprise myself when the words don’t sound like a suggestion, but more of a demand.

Lia sighs out a breath. “I want you.” She bites her lip and lasers a look in my direction. “I want you to touch me.”

Chapter 18

Lia

I’mwaitingforflamesto dance on the top of my skin, even though I’m surrounded by water. Every look Brooks shoots my way is like there’s nothing else in the world. Just him and I.

I’m not one to be vocal—or maybe no man has ever given me the space to do so. But I do know that if my orgasm comes from my own touching, that will be disappointing. I need Brooks. Want him. Even if it scares the hell out of me.

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