Page 21 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“And I want to be the one who gives them to you.”
She tilted her head. “I thought guys like you stayed away from gold diggers and wannabe sugar babies?”
“Guys like me—” I leaned in, voice rough “—want to spend every dime on the woman they’re with… and come home to find her head in the sheets and her ass in the air.”
Her breath hitched, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “So that’s what you’ll want in return for our arrangement?”
“That—and I want to know you. I want your laughter, your horrendous jokes, your smile… everything.”
“I’ve only given those parts of me to you for a short time, Mr. Porter. You’ll get sick of me. I know it.”
“Then make me so sick you kill me, Sunshine.”
“Only if you put me in your will,” she giggled.
I hummed, kissing her quickly before pulling her closer. Her arms wrapped around my neck, warm and tight.
Lucifer’s voice nagged in the back of my head, telling me she was a mistake, that I was a fool repeating the same patterns. My life was full of mistakes—my father had drilled that truth into me enough times. And yeah, I knew the disaster of a one-night stand gone too far. If that’s what this was, so be it.
But my gut told me otherwise. She was different.
“My turn,” I muttered, standing and grabbing the pull-up bar.
Her gaze snapped to me, wide and eager. I felt her eyes track every ripple of muscle, every flex in my arms and abs as I repped twenty without breaking a sweat.
Dropping back down, I didn’t give her time to process before I stalked over, scooped her up, and let her squeal into my shoulder. Her arms and legs clung to me instinctively as I palmed her ass in both hands, carrying her back to the bar.
Her brows furrowed, panic flickering in her eyes. “Blaine…” she whispered, biting her lip as I reached up and grabbed the bar again.
I looked her dead in the eye, a smirk tugging at my mouth. “I’m going to do another twenty with you holding on.”
Before she could protest, I hauled us both up, her gasp hot against my neck as I completed the first rep effortlessly.
“What, do you suddenly havebodybuilderon your résumé too? Put me down!” she ordered, squirming.
I only chuckled, hauling us up again. “Unfortunately, Sunshine, I’m going to give you something else to worry about…”
Her eyes narrowed. “And what’s that?”
By the time I hit five, I smirked. “If I get to twenty… you’re going to let me do another ten. Only this time, I’ll be filling your sweet little cunt while I do it.”
Her eyes went wide. She shook her head furiously. “Nuh-uh. What you’re doing now isbarelysafe!”
I laughed, unfazed, even as she pried at my grip. At eleven, she tried harder to distract me, tugging at my fingers, but I didn’t break rhythm.
“It’ll be fun,” I promised with a chuckle, but her protests only grew louder.
By fifteen, I relented—didn’t want to actually scare her. Dropping back down, I landed steady, my hands locked tight on her ass.
“You’re terrible, Mr. Porter,” she scolded, rolling her eyes.
I stole a kiss, lips brushing hers, even as my arms trembled under her palms. She gave me a knowing look.
Sighing, I broke. “Fine. You got me. Truth is… I was about to fucking die. My arms were seconds from giving out.”
Her laugh rang out as she threaded her fingers through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp.
“I know somewhere we can go that’s just as dangerous, just as exciting, and will leave us wetter than we are now…” she teased.
