Page 55 of Devious Secrets

When we get to the bedroom, I go straight to the bathroom to wash off the mess he’d left on my body with a warm washcloth. Most of it soaked into my clothes, but there’s a remnant of his cum clinging to my skin.

After scrubbing off the evidence of my punishment, I dump everything into the laundry and throw on my nightshirt.

Surely he has to be gone by now, so I venture out into the bedroom. Disappointment mixed with relief fills me at the sight of the empty room.

I slip beneath the covers, glancing at the door.

He didn’t even say good night.

The closet door opens, and he walks out in his boxers, working open the band of his watch.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he casually walks around the foot of the bed. “You didn’t mean it when you said you were staying in here tonight.”

His shirt is gone, leaving me with the view of his muscular chest and stomach. I knew he was fit, but fuck, the man is solid. The ripples of his stomach fade into a distinctive V-shape, leading my eye to the elastic of his boxers.

My body still craves an ending he refused me, and seeing him in this state is making my situation worse. I need him to leave, so I can fix this.

But instead of heading to the door, he pulls back the covers on the other side of the bed.

“Of course I did. I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He climbs in and brings the blankets up over himself as he leans up on his elbow to look at me.

“Maybe I should go to a different room then?”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He brushes his fingertips along my jaw. “Go to sleep. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll reward you in the morning.”

I clench my jaw and flip over to my right side. Fine. If he wants to sleep here, fine. It’s his bed after all. And it’s enormous.

There’s no reason we can’t both be in it and not even touch.

The lights go out and a second later, his heavy arm wraps around my middle and I’m dragged halfway across the bed until his chest is pressed against my back.

“I hate you,” I whisper into the dark.

“I know.” He pushes the hair from my neck and places a soft kiss.

“You can’t keep me here forever.”

He presses one more kiss.

“Can’t I?”

Steam billows around Megan as she saunters out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Beads of water still cling to her shoulders and legs.

The moment she sees me, she freezes.

“I thought you were gone for the day.” She grabs on to the edge of the towel, tucking it farther in and securing it. If she thinks a little bit of fabric is going to keep me from taking what I want from her, she hasn’t been paying any attention.

“Not yet.” I lean my hip against the dresser, watching her. I spent a good amount of time last night watching her sleep. She was adorable wrapped up in all the blankets, tucking everything up to her chin as though it could ward me off.

Once I fell asleep though, it was a deep sleep. I haven’t slept that good in years. Something which caught me off guard when I woke this morning. I felt completely at ease.

“What do you want?” she demands when I keep silent.

“That’s a lot of attitude for first thing in the morning.” I push off the dresser and stalk toward her. She tightens her hold on the towel. “Did you touch yourself this morning?”

Her jaw drops at my question.

“Isn’t that why you were so upset about me staying with you last night? Because you wanted to take what I wouldn’t give you?” I stop advancing only when the toes of my shoes brush against her bare feet.

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