Page 26 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Maxwell’s face turned red, fury radiating off him. Blaine didn’t blink.
“What game are you playing, Blaine?” he seethed.
“I’m not playing any games, Maxwell. I know you’ve had offers… pathetic ones compared to what you think it’s worth. I’m giving you something different: an offer you can’t refuse.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
Blaine, clearly done, rose to his feet and extended a hand to me. The moment I slipped my fingers into his, he drew me against his side, his arm wrapping firmly around my waist.
His voice dropped, lethal and final.
“Make your decision soon. If not, I’ll find another kid drowning in Daddy’s shadow and buy them out instead. But I know you’ll come to your senses soon enough.”
“Soon enough, huh? You know, Porter, your streak of always getting what you want won’t last forever.”
“Is that so?” Blaine’s smile sharpened. “Funny… considering you’re the one surrounded by women, and yet the only one you couldn’t keep your eyes off of… is mine.”
Shock fluttered through me, but I stilled my expression as Maxwell’s glare burned into us.
Blaine just chuckled, smug as ever, as he led me away, guards falling into step behind us. “See you around, Max.”
Once outside, the night air cool against my skin, I glanced at Blaine as his grip around my waist tightened.
“I assume I was good enough eye candy for the night, hmm?”
“Too damn good. He wouldn’t take his fucking eyes off you.” His voice was low, nearly a growl. A playful smile tugged at mylips. “You find my jealousy amusing, Sunshine?” he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand.
“Of course I do, Mr. Porter. You invited me. Whatever plan you had to secure the deal worked, but instead of celebrating your oil rig—”
“Two,” he cut in smoothly. “And when he accepts the deal formally, three.”
I rolled my eyes. “Instead of celebratingthreeoil rigs, you’re upset because your sugar baby got too much attention. Childish, don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, voice rough. “But can you blame me? You captivated the entire room.”
“And yet, despite that, I’m stuck with you.”
His hand shifted from my chin to grip my jaw possessively. “You bet you fucking are.”
Then his mouth was on mine… hot, insistent, claiming. His lips moved with a hunger that stole the air right from my lungs. My fingers tangled in his thick hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from him.
His other hand slid down to my ass, fingers digging in possessively before he hiked my leg up against his hip. The motion dragged me flush against him, my back pressing into the cold brick of the wall while his broad chest caged me in.
I gasped into his mouth, the shock of the rough surface behind me making me shiver while his tongue pushed deeper, tasting me like he had every right to. The world around us blurred into nothing.
He kissed like a man starved, like he’d been holding back all night and finally snapped. Each roll of his hips ground me tighter against the wall, the thick outline of his cock pressing hard against my clit through the thin barrier of lace. My panties were already soaked, my body twitching with overstimulated need.
A whimper escaped me. It was pathetic, desperate, helpless. His answering growl vibrated against my lips, feral and possessive, sending sparks straight through my veins.
His fingers dug harder, his grinding sending shivers to my core as he cooed. My clit throbbed from the friction, my thighs quivered around his. My panties clung, slick and ruined, every needy shift of his body wringing another helpless moan from my lips.
My nails scraped down the back of his neck, desperate for more. It was reckless. Shameless. The kind of kiss that screamed possession, that warned every pair of eyes passing by that I wasn’t available. I was his.
I doubted either of us cared who saw; his broad chest pressed against mine, caging me in, was all I could focus on.
A throat cleared. We finally broke away, both of us panting, and looked over to find the valet standing a few feet away, cheeks blazing red.
“Y-Your car is ready for you, Mr. Porter,” he stammered.
