Page 45 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Of course, dropping close to a million dollars in one day hadn’t exactly been part of my plan. I could only pray Blaine’s definition of “no limit” extended far enough to forgive my impulse purchases.
The elevator chimed, and I peeked out of the kitchen just in time to see Blaine step into the penthouse. His eyes swept over the sea of bags waiting for him, one brow arched as he loosened his tie. He’d changed into a fresh suit sometime during the afternoon—dark, sharp, impossibly crisp.
I tiptoed toward him, heart thrumming, until his gaze flicked to me. His brow shot up, his eyes trailing over every inch of lace I’d slid myself into.
“Fuck, it must be Christmas…” he muttered, and I bit my lip as I tugged the rest of his tie free.
“Well, that figures… because I’ve been feeling a bit naughty.”
“Pretty smooth, Sunshine,” he said, his gaze shamelessly dropping to the lace of my bra as I slipped open the buttons of his suit jacket. I pushed it off his shoulders and leaned up to press a kiss to his neck.
“I learned from the best, Mr. Porter,” I whispered.
A gasp escaped me when his big hands gripped the backs of my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing. He carried me into the kitchen, weaving around the sea of shopping bags before setting me down on the counter.
“So tell me, Sunshine…” he drawled, caging me in with that tall, delicious frame, “…how deep of a hole did you dig with that new card?”
“Just under a million. Nothing too extravagant.” I shrugged, leaning back on my hands like the innocent sugar baby I was tapping into.
His brow ticked, but his mouth curved into a sly grin. “Now, sweetheart, how do you go from fifty grand every few weeks to a million in a day? At this rate, you’re truly going to suck mypockets dry.” His voice dipped low, seductive. His hands stroked up my thighs, deliberate, teasing.
“Thought we already talked about me sucking you dry,” I giggled.
He hummed, leaning closer until his lips brushed mine. “I might need you to remind me then.”
My arms looped around his neck, pulling him down as a moan slipped free the moment his grip tightened on my waist, dragging me to the edge of the counter. His tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, and God, I’d never get enough of the way this man tasted.
Maybe it was all the sugar he inhaled; maybe his blood was actually chocolate. Whatever the reason, I was addicted. Every kiss, every tease, every damn second of Blaine Porter pressed against me.
His hand slipped beneath the lace of my underwear, and I broke the kiss with a breathless moan.
“I made dinner…” I whispered, flinching as his thumb pressed directly onto my clit.
“Oh?” His mouth curved, eyes hooded with lust. “What did you make, Sunshine?”
“Lemon garlic butter scallops… broccoli and mashed potatoes,” I managed, my eyes rolling back as he teased me through the fabric.
“Didn’t know you were a master chef, baby.”
“Hardly that. I saw it in a cookbook once. Be lucky your kitchen isn’t on fire.”
He chuckled, then dipped his hand fully into my panties. My jaw dropped as his fingers slid into my soaked heat, his thumb circling my nub in perfect rhythm. His gaze darkened wickedly.
“Oh, I know I’m fucking lucky, Sunshine,” he murmured. “Though I could’ve done without the vegetables. I don’t get along with them.”
“Fruits and vegetables are important for your diet, Mr. Porter,” I panted. “They’re good for you.”
His smirk was sinful. “You’re good for me, baby. Especially when your little cunt begs me to use it.”
“And are you planning to make me keep begging… or are you going to do something about i—”
My words broke into a scream as my release crashed through me, sudden and overwhelming. My legs trembled, my hands clutching his wrist desperately while he held me there, milking every shudder and cry until I was nothing but a quivering mess on the counter.
When he finally withdrew, he brought his glistening fingers to his lips, licking them clean without a hint of shame.
“My sugar baby tastes better than candy… figures, huh?”
“Only you would truly know, Mr. Porter,” I gasped between breaths.
