Page 28 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Blaine chuckled low, his fingers still buried in me, his gaze locked on mine while I trembled under his grip. “You have no idea,” he muttered, silky with double meaning.
The call clicked off, and finally he pulled his hand from my throat. I collapsed against the seat, gasping for air, trembling, only to watch him bring those slick fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
“You’re—” I panted, shaking my head, words slurring in my daze. “…absolutely insane.”
He only shrugged, leaning closer, his lips brushing mine as his breath ghosted hot against my mouth.
“And you,” he whispered, voice velvet and lethal, “taste absolutely delicious, Sunshine.”
Then he kissed me, deep and claiming, not giving me a chance to catch my breath as if he intended to keep me dizzy, melting, ruined for anyone else.
God, why did he have to be so annoyingly sexy?
Chapter eleven
Blaine
Walking into Killian’s office, I could tell he was agitated. He didn’t even glance at me as I leaned against his desk, fingers drumming like he was trying to solve all of the world’s problems. Meanwhile, I was in a damn good mood, but of course he couldn’t be bothered to notice.
“Since youdesperatelywant me to ask, Killian… what’s wrong?”
He shot me a glare, then went back to the screen in front of him.
“Frederick just sent over the dates for the upcoming galas and events. Opportunities for me to acquire his business.”
“And you’re in a pissy mood because…?”
“Just something on my mind.” He stood, rubbing his temples.
That’s when he made his mistake. The idiot left his phone on the desk. For my precious eyes.
I snatched it up and frowned at the name flashing across the screen.Something on his mind, huh?
“Who’s Brielle?” I asked, savoring the way his head snapped toward me, eyes full of rage. Before I could scroll, he lunged,ripped the phone from my hands, and shoved it in his back pocket.
“She is none of your concern,” he ground out.
“As much as I’dloveto respect that,” I smirked, “I can’t. For obvious reasons.”
His attempts to ignored me failed miserably as I egged him on. “So you’re punishing me with a dry spell, but you can text any woman you want without consequence?” I crossed my arms.
“I think with my brain. You think with your dick. There’s no comparison between us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Is that really all you’ve got when it comes to me? Because honestly, it’s getting old.”
He didn’t bite, just kept pacing the floor like a caged animal, jaw tight, flustered. More pissy than usual. Something was on his mind… or someone. And because of the steel rod shoved permanently up his ass, he wasn’t going to tell me.
So I pulled out my phone to find out for myself. The fucker was lucky I cared enough about him to even go behind his back.
If anyone had intel, it would be George and Benjamin—Killian’s driver and butler. Between the two of them, they knew everything.
Do either of you have any idea who Brielle is?
A pause. Then:
George
A hi would be nice…
