Page 49 of The Secrets We Keep

And it was all so very wet.

But then that conversation from last night resurfaced.

Boyfriend.

Almost fiancé.

Fuck.

I took a step back and cleared my throat.

“Uh, there are bagels and pastries on the island. I made some coffee,” I said in one breath. “I’m gonna go grab a shower.”

And then I got the hell out of there.

I went to my bedroom and closed the door behind me, my back sagging against the hard wood. I let out a long puff of air as my eyes closed.

Marin Mendez was the biggest clusterfuck I’d ever encountered.

She was the last person I should be around and yet the only one I couldn’t seem to walk away from. I hadn’t looked at another woman since Kristy. Her betrayal had been so devastating that I was beginning to think that part of me had died. I hadn’t felt a single spark…

Why did it have to be her?

Ever since I’d collided with her that night in her house, all I saw when I closed my eyes was her. All I thought about when my mind wandered was…

Her.

Heading toward the master bath, her half-naked body still etched in my mind, I turned on the water and grabbed a towel.

She can never be mine…

The water warmed up as I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts.

She has a boyfriend…

Thoughts swirled in my head as I stepped in the shower, and I pictured that soft, wet skin. What I wouldn’t give to be able to reach forward and watch that towel slowly fall to the ground.

To bend forward and lick every last drop of water with my tongue.

I was so hard; I fucking ached.

My hand drifted down, gripping my cock, the vision of her so crystal clear in my mind. I groaned, bracing myself against the tiles.

I’d take her right there in the hallway, pushing her back against the wall as I explored every damn inch of her.

I worked myself up and down as I imagined the sound of her voice as she begged for more. I could almost hear all those breathy little moans against my ear.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my movements becoming frantic.

She’d throw her head back, her tight body spasming around mine.

And then fantasy and reality melded as I came, my body shaking violently.

But then the world came back into focus, and reality returned.

A fantasy—that was all it would ever be.

It was the wake-up call I needed.

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