Page 53 of Dirty Secret Love

Sex with him is great, but not in a way that I would be willing to move with him and leave my family behind. And what would be the purpose of that? One day he’ll want to go back to his life, and I’m still a small-town girl who enjoys the peace of her small home and would love to have a family at some point.

His breath tickles my ear, drawing me back to the moment. “I think you were looking for more than just quiet. You also wanted my mouth,” he teases, brushing his lips against the column of my neck.

I tilt my head. “Oh? Why’s that?”

It’s hard to see, but I can feel his powerful eyes staring at me. “The more skin I get a peek at, the harder it is to focus.”

Chuckling, I shoot back, “You’re laying it on thick today, Mr. Kershaw.”

He steps closer, the intensity in his gaze contradicting his playful tone. “Not laying it on, just being honest. I’ve been sneaking glances all night—even when you play coy. Let’s just say, I’ve developed quite the appetite.”

Raising an eyebrow, I feign confusion. “Didn’t like the hors d’oeuvres? Your brother is quite the chef.”

His voice drops to a sultry whisper, his face inches from mine. “I’m not hungry for food. What I crave is a taste of you. Ready for my mouth, darling?”

The intensity of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I swallow hard, nodding.

Without wasting a moment, River’s fingers thread through my hair, pulling me into a searing kiss. I respond eagerly, our tongues dancing in perfect harmony. It feels as if we’ve been apart for eons, though in reality, it’s only been mere hours since our last encounter.

As the kiss deepens, a soft whimper escapes my lips. My fingers dig into his muscular biceps, both of us seeking pleasure in this secluded corner. For a moment, the world outside disappears, leaving just the two of us in our little bubble.

The only thing I know is that I want him, claiming my body, quieting the outside. Protecting me from every bad decision I’ve made that has put me in this place. I just want him, branding me with his mouth. Possessing me. Setting my skin on fire with his hands.

My fingers awkwardly grapple with his belt and zipper. Meanwhile, his hands have traveled down my skirt, ruffling the hem. Effortlessly, he pushes my underwear aside and starts drawing maddening circles around my clit. My breathing comes in ragged spurts.

He quips, his breath uneven, “Been a long day, hasn’t it, darling?”

“You’ve no idea,” I retort, freeing his cock. My hand glides along its length, feeling its girth and warmth. Memories of last night flood back, memories of how I tasted him.

But he doesn’t allow me a second longer to dwell on memories. Suddenly, I’m pinned against the closet door, his body pressing into mine. “God, I’ve missed this,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice dripping with desire. His hands slide down to cup my backside, squeezing it before hoisting me up a bit.

“Legs. Around. Now,” he orders with an urgency that sends shivers down my spine.

Without hesitation, I wrap my legs around his waist. In an electrifying moment, I feel him positioning himself at my entrance. A gasp escapes my lips as he thrusts, stretching and filling me. He leans closer, his breath hot against my neck. “You know, if we were at home, I’d be savoring every inch of you with my mouth,” he whispers huskily. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “But I guess tonight calls for a bit more … improvisation.”

Oh God, it feels so good as he buries his dick deep inside me. One hand holds me, while the other finds my clit and begins to rub it. My head falls back. I close my eyes as he fucks me against the door, hard, roughly.

He growls, pushing himself further as I say, “Faster, deeper.”

Pleasure radiates in waves from my core, each pulse more intense than the last. But River isn’t done, continuing with an insatiable rhythm, driving himself deep into me. My fingers grip tightly onto his strong shoulders, nails almost digging in. Another rush of ecstasy crashes over me, more powerful than the last.

Oh God, this is so fucking good. I might have to rethink going away with him.

He curses softly, breathlessly. The weight of my name on his lips makes my body tingle with desire. He’s trembling, or maybe that’s me. Perhaps it’s both of us, lost in the throes of passion.

His movements become languid, deliberate. Each slide in and out is full of reverence as if cherishing me and this moment. We cling to this connection, reluctant to let it slip away. But when he finally withdraws, a void opens inside me. Reality hits me like a tidal wave.

I’ve just had sex in a closet—with a guy who I’m pretending to be in love with. This isn’t me, but I enjoyed it. And it was spectacular and maybe something I want to repeat. Why is it that everything with this man is not only pleasurable but something I’m becoming addicted to?

River pulls me close, his chest rising and falling against mine. He places a gentle kiss on my temple, grounding me. Still, I’m shaken from what just happened between us—something I can’t quite name.

“Sutton,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion, “I know this is fake and will end, but for me it’s real. Every stolen glance, every touch, every time our lips meet—it’s real.”

I freeze. Deep down, a part of me is terrified. It’s not just about being caught, but what that means. Why does he have to say something like that?

River brushes a kiss on my forehead. “Whatever this is, whatever we are, let’s not run from it. I’m here, with you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“But you’re leaving,” I state. “And I . . . I can’t offer much.”

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