Page 107 of Ordinary Secrets

When I finish with the dishes, I pull Arella into the bedroom with me. Then I make a big show of emptying a drawer, tossing all my stuff to the floor. “See? There’s tons of space for you here.” I head into the walk-in closet and move all my clothes to one side, then gesture toward the empty space. “See? This whole side can be yours.”

She grins as she runs a hand along the bare hanger rod. “You really want me to move in that bad?”

“Yes, baby. I do.” What I actually want is for her to move to Paris with me, but this is a good start.

“Okay, then I will.”

My eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.”

In the middle of the closet, I pick her up and spin her around. I plant a heavy kiss on her lips as she giggles.

“You know,” she says when I release her, “it wouldn’t kill you to put some color into your wardrobe.”

“You don’t like what I wear?”

“All you’ve got are jeans and plain T-shirts. Don’t you ever get sick of wearing the same thing over and over?”

Suddenly, I’m flashed back to elementary school, where the kids made fun of me for wearing that same striped shirt every three days. “It’s what I’m used to...”

Arella slumps her shoulders. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

I know she didn’t. “It’s okay, babe.”

With a seductive look in her eyes, she drops to her knees. “Here, I’ll make it up to you.”

There’s no need to make up anything, but I allow her to anyway. Within seconds, she’s got my zipper down, then my jeans. I’m rock hard before she’s even wrapped her hand around my dick.

When I get my fill of her mouth on me, I pump into her against the closet wall until the pleasure ripples through me, and I jerk myself empty into a clean shirt I tear off a hanger.

“Did you come?” I ask, even though I know the answer. Her emotions didn’t course through my head.

“No, but that’s okay.”

“The hell it is.” I take her hand and lead her to the bed. “Lie down, baby. Let me take care of you.”

It takes her a while to get there. Eventually, she does, and her release sends a wave of her emotions through my head.

I could get used to this.

“Do you mind if I get a workout in before lunch?” I ask as Arella gets washed up.

“Sure. I have to get some work done on my blog anyway.”

An hour later, I saunter downstairs from my workout room to find Arella on the couch, typing away on her laptop.

She looks up from her screen, then frowns. “Did you work out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You didn’t even break a sweat.”

“I only weight lifted,” I lie because any Ordinary would be sweating through their clothes after the fifteen-mile run I just completed on the treadmill.

Arella knows I’m fibbing, because she gives me a fishy look.

I turn my back to her and head to the bedroom. “I’ma get cleaned up, then I’ll make us lunch.”

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