Page 64 of The Season of Secrets

“Everyone in the world knows that song. But,” I start, “while we are on the subject, I do know something you can do for me for Christmas.”

“Doforyou, huh?” She runs her hands underneath my t-shirt and drags her nails over the skin. “That sounds like you want me to let you stick your dick in my ass.”

I freeze, my dick rising beneath her and beginning to throb at the thought of being inside her tight little ass. I blink at her, at a loss for words before I choke out, “Yes. Absolutely, yes.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my dick down. “But that’s not where I was going. Can we hold that thought for just one second?” I hold a finger up, and she laughs and nods.

No, fuck her ass first, and then tell her.

I ignore the thought, having promised to be honest with her always.

“I have to tell you something and I would like it if you wouldn’t get mad at me.”

She stiffens in my lap but she doesn’t try to move. “Okay?”

I put my glasses back on and set my hands on her thighs that are still placed on either side of me. “I’m so crazy about you, you know that?”

“I know.”

“And this past week has been probably the best week I’ve had, maybe ever, but it’s been the holidays and things have been more relaxed at the office. I’m not so naive to think that in the New Year when things go back to normal, keeping our relationship a secret won’t be more difficult.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She narrows her eyes at me and I wonder if she knows where I’m going with this.

“I spoke with HR,” I blurt out.

She crosses her arms over those delicious tits that are hidden by a loose sweater. I expect her to climb off my lap but she doesn’t and I’m happy that she’s taking this better than I thought she would. “Didn’t we say we were going to wait a month?”

“Yes, and I know I went rogue, but Liam is a wild card, and anyone else who may have picked up on anything between us in Miami. I just wanted to get in front of it. I’m sorry.”

“I wish you would have talked to me first. Is that how things are going to be between us? We make a plan and you just change it without talking to me first?”

“No.” I shake my head and cup her face. “It won’t be like that. This involves a lot of other things outside of you and me. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be on board and I had to think like the CEO.”

“I suppose that’s fair…” She trails off and when she turns to me a playful smile is on her lips.

I lean back against the couch and study her for a second. “How did you know?”

“Maybe when you have HR email you about the relationship with your assistant, make sure said assistant doesn’t have access to your emails.”

Well fuck.I point a finger at her. “You’re not supposed to be working.”

She winces. “Well, you see, I forgot to turn myout of officeautomatic reply on and it was labeled urgent, so it pushed it to the top and notified me.”

I shake my head at her. “I’m sorry.”

“I am impressed you told me this soon. I thought you were just going to wait a month.”

“What? No.” I shake my head. “That would require me having to lie to you and I’m not ever going to do that.”

Her eyes get a little glassy and then she wraps her arms around me and lets out a sigh before she pulls back to look at me. “You’re not actually this perfect, right? Can you just tell me what’s wrong with you now, so I can be prepared?” I chuckle as I stand up with her in my arms to carry her out of the room when she gasps. “Oh my God!” She hops out of my arms and I realize she hadn’t noticed the Christmas tree yet.“When did you do this?”

“I didn’t do it. I had someone come set it up while we were in Miami.”

“It’s so pretty!” She stares up at the ten-foot tree trimmed with white lights, ivory ribbon, and gold balls with everything she got in Miami underneath it. She turns around and grabs my hand pulling me against her. “Next year, I want to do it together.”

“So, I told my dad about you,” Raegan says as she grabs my hand and laces our fingers. I’m sitting behind her in my very large bathtub with her back pressed against my chest. She’d insisted on a mountain of bubbles that come up to her neck so it’s blocking my view of her pretty tits. I drag my other hand not laced with hers up her side and cup one of her breasts since I can’t look at them.

“What did you tell him?” I can feel the tension in my bones at the thought of him not approving of meor my age.

“Not much. Just that I’m seeing someone and I really like him. And your name.”

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