Page 15 of Dirty Little Secret

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Andrew

With the water raining down on me, I press both palms against the tiled wall and think about Holly. That mouth, her soft lips, the way her cheeks went pink when I told her how dirty I thought she was…

I press my lips together and tighten my hand on my cock as it starts to thicken, arousal pooling low in my stomach as I think about what might have happened if I’d woken her up last night. How she might have looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes as I stroked my cock, then pulled her by the hair until I could sink deep into her warm, wet mouth.

My hand tightens as I lean back against the cool tiles, a string of curse words stuck behind my teeth. I squeeze my eyes closed because fuck it feels so real. I can hear the suction of her glossy red lips as they slide up and down my shaft. I can see the smear of her lip gloss on the shaft of my dick, the glassy shine of reflexive tears in her pretty little blue eyes.

“Jesus,” I hiss, my orgasm coming quickly.

Gasping, I jerk forward, staining my hand with my release as I stroke myself through it. Goddamn. That’s the fastest I’ve come in a while.

With my cock fully satisfied—for the moment—I step out of the shower and dry off before making my way to my room to get dressed for work. I’m not really in the mood for work, but it just might be the distraction I need to get my mind off Holly.

She’s been front and foremost in my mind since I discovered it was her behind that text. I know the old saying that if you have to hide, then you’re probably doing something wrong, but I’m not sure I could stop this even if I wanted to.

She’s like a drug.

One taste and I’m addicted.

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Parkingthe truck outside my workshop, I lock it and then head inside, trying to psych myself up for the day’s work ahead. I never really wanted to be a mechanic. It was more just a way to spend quality time with my father, since cars were his thing. Nothing I did was ever good enough for him, but stupid me, I kept trying and eventually, I fell in love with fixing cars.

Throwing my keys and wallet in my office, I slide my phone from my pocket and find a text waiting for me from Holly. My volume must be set to mute, because I didn’t hear the damn thing.

Holly: Why do you always choose dare?

I chuckle. It’s a loaded question, one I’m not sure I want to answer. I sit down in the chair, considering my response.

Me: Because the less you know about me, the better.

Holly: You think I don’t know you? I dated your son for three years. We even lived with you for a few weeks, remember?

Oh, Lord, I remember. The sheer will it took to avoid looking at her at all costs, except when avoiding it, would’ve raised more questions. The chair produces a squeak as I lean back, staring at her words and holding back my amusement. She thinks a few weeks in my home taught her anything important about me? I might have raised Nick, but we’re as different as night and day. If she thinks she knows me because she knows him; she’s in for a shock.

If only she knew the kind of trouble I got into when I was her age.

She thinks that dirty little fantasy of hers makes her some sexual deviant?

It’s fucking nothing compared to my history. Not that I can tell her that, because even my tamer stories might scare her off. Maybe if she’s still on board after her fantasies are fulfilled, I’ll give her a taste of my true nature. There are things I’d love to share with her, but I’m not sure she’ll ever be ready for them. The list of things I want to do to this woman is endless. Even now, imagining her licking her lips and begging me to do the filthiest things to her are driving me wild. Sure, she has a rape fantasy, but is the idea she has in her head romanticized? Or does she really crave being taken, against her will, with nothing more than a single word keeping her from being in very real danger?

What will sweet Holly think when she’s helpless, buried face down into a pillow? When I lube up and spread her cheeks, sinking every throbbing, rock-hard inch of myself deep into her ass while she whimpers in pain and pleasure? What will she think of me when I finally stop holding back? Will she love what I do to her or beg me to stop?

Holly: I can’t stop thinking about you being in my bedroom.

I stare at my phone, a smirk on my lips. It’s like she can read my mind. If she’s truly all-in, I’ll see what boundaries she’s willing to let me push. And when I’m done with her, she’s either going to beg me for more or never talk to me again. There’s no in-between.

And to think Nick ended things with her because she was too vanilla.

Holly isn’t a prude; she’s just never had the right teacher.

Until I came along.

Me: Meet me at The Bluebell at 10 tonight.

With a chuckle, I swagger into the workshop and pop the hood of the car I’m working on. The Bluebell is a bar directly across from Holly’s apartment. But I don’t plan to meet her there. No, I have other ideas.

I think it’s time to see how bad sweet little Holly can be.

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