Page 8 of Scandalous Secrets

After a moment, he pulled away from our kiss breathlessly and his hands quickly moved to my hips as he turned me to face him. I pressed my bare back against the window, its coolness biting into me. He tugged at my dress and shimmied it down my body until it fell in a heap at my ankles. I kicked it gently to the side as I watched his green eyes wander up my body as I stood there in nothing but a black lace thong.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

I reached for him and gripped his hips, pulling him toward me. I shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it aside. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, until they found a desperate rhythm and freed him from it, revealing his tanned, toned torso. My eyes grazed across his muscles hungrily. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor.

He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I bit my lip as my eyes fell to the waistband of his briefs, begging to see more. He reached up and trailed his thumb against my bottom lip, freeing it from my teeth that dug into it with desire.

“That right there will drive me straight insane,” he said.

His fingers wrapped around the hemline of my lace thong and pulled it down gruffly. I sucked in a breath at the desperateness of it. His fingertips trailed up my inner thigh until they met against me. I could already feel myself wet against his touch. He ran his thumb over my clit in circular motions, his eyes watching mine as they filled with pleasure. A small smile crossed over his perfect lips as he dipped a finger into me, while his thumb continued moving against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath as the sensation washed over me.

He began moving rhythmically. In and out. Circling me. I squirmed around the strength of his fingers. I reached my hands up and grabbed his dark hair, pulling at it desperately as he moved faster. A tremor began to grow from deep within me. It grew stronger until I closed my eyes and cried out in ecstasy. He slowly removed his fingers from my wetness.

I took a few gasping breaths before opening my eyes and finding him looking at me with the sexiest look on his face. Pride. Cockiness. Arousal. I needed him right then.

I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, revealing his large erection. My eyes hungrily took in the size of him as he kicked his briefs aside, before meeting his eyes again. Knowing it would drive him crazy, I dug my top teeth into the flesh of my bottom lip. It was an invitation.

He accepted it in one swift movement as he gripped my hips and lifted me up, so my back was against the window and my legs were wrapped around him. I gasped at his strength and the ease of him picking me up. I felt the tip of his erection against me as I looked down at him, my arms around his neck. His breath was heavy, matching mine.

“I need you right now,” I whispered, my eyes on his.

Without hesitation, he adjusted my hips and lowered me slowly onto his cock. I felt every inch of him against my walls, filling me up gloriously. I clenched around his cock as he pushed every inch of it into me. He let out a low moan as his fingers dug into the flesh of my upper thighs.

He pulled out just as slowly as he had entered, and with a new intensity in his eyes, he plunged into me quickly, making me cry out. He pumped in and out with strong thrusts. My legs quivered around him as he began moving faster. I heard the rhythmic slaps of our bodies meeting each other over and over.

I cried out again as pleasure pulsed through me. I struggled to hold myself together as his fingers dug even deeper into me. His eyes closed as he unleashed into me, moaning loudly. My walls convulsed against his length. Waves of pleasure rolled through me before we collapsed into a heap on the floor.

The next morning, I woke up in Troy’s bed, where we had stumbled in a desperate state with our hands all over each other ready for round two. Which was just as good as round one. His arm was draped over me and he was breathing steadily. I watched him sleep for just a moment, admiring how one man could be this freaking perfect, even when he slept.

Then I remembered the job. I started today. I glanced over at the clock on his nightstand and felt a slight panic. I had to be there in just over an hour. Carefully, I scooched out from under Troy’s arm and placed my feet on the hardwood floor. I scanned the dark room for my clothes, but came up with nothing.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom and walked toward a stream of light coming from down the hallway. I reached the living room where we had been last night. Now I could see the massiveness of this place in the morning light. I shook my head at the size of the room before spotting my clothes in a pile by the window. I slid on my thong, followed by my dress, and found my purse nearby.

I debated waking Troy up and saying goodbye. But all of this seemed too good to be true. Amazing guy. Amazing lay. Amazing money. There was no way that it could work out. I made the decision to leave it as a mind-blowing one-night stand, and pressed the button for the elevators.

Chapter 4

Troy

Iwoke up to the small sliver of morning light that came cascading through the curtains in my bedroom. Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times as they adjusted. I then remembered last night and felt around the bed, only to find it empty. I sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the woman from last night was gone. Monica. At least, I thought that was what her name was.

I ran my fingers through my hair and felt a strange cocktail of confusion, relief, and emptiness. I’d had one-night stands in the past, but I usually woke up from those trying to get the woman out of my place. This time, she did it on her own and I wasn’t entirely sure I liked it. Or that I had wanted her to leave. I lay back against the down pillows and let out a sigh as I thought about the night before.

Her eyes. Her mouth. Her body. Her surrounding me.

It was like a slideshow of her was playing in my head, flashing before me too quickly for me to get a grasp.

I shut my eyes and groaned. It had been mind-blowing sex. Quite possibly the best I had ever had. I would have gladly gone for round two this morning, but clearly I was the only one who had that sentiment because I lay here alone.

I rolled over and looked over at the clock. It was 9:45 a.m.

Shit. I was late for work.

I pulled the covers off me and padded to the bathroom, the cool wood floors nipping at the soles of my feet. I didn’t hear any sounds of life in my apartment, so she was truly gone. I turned on the shower and waited until the room filled with steam before stepping inside. Quickly, I washed and dried off, but swore I could still smell her on me. I wasn’t complaining. It was a sweet smell, like jasmine. One I wouldn’t mind waking up to again.

Hurriedly, I dressed for work, choosing a navy suit and a crisp white button-down. I would just have to have coffee and breakfast at work. I was already over an hour late, which really wasn’t that big of an issue because I owned the place. But I still liked to have a professional reputation. Plus, I was sure it would get back to my father and I would face another empty threat of him taking my firm away.

If Monica—if that’s what her name was—had stayed this morning, I would have gladly showed up three hours late to work, if not called out completely. Screw my dad. I smiled to myself as the night flashed before me once again. I only wished the lights had been on.

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