Page 65 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“I want you in my bed.”

“Not there.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“In your room, then?”

She shakes her head, refusing. “It’s too intimate. Here, in the living room. That way, I won’t remember you when I sleep.”

“You’ll remember me anyway. I will be your first,” I say, not out of arrogance, but as a matter of fact.

“I don’t want to remember the two of us there, and I don’t want to lie in your bed. I want everything,” she says, blushing, “but not intimacy.”

“There is nothing more intimate than what we are going to do.”

She doesn’t answer. She kisses me instead, and even though I’m upset, I go into the living room.

“We’re getting everything wet.”

“Who cares, redhead? It’s just the two of us here, and now you will finally be mine.”

I’ve never had to work on self-control with a woman, as I’ve never reached the point of losing my restraint, but with Cecily I need every ounce of willpower to take it easy, follow a minimally civilized script, and not scare her this first time.

If I were to fulfill my body’s demands, I would recline her on the sofa and fuck her until we passed out from exhaustion, but she has no experience—she is a virgin. It would traumatize her and hurt her too. Just thinking about it makes me feel bad.

I set her on her feet and stand back to admire her. “You are a goddess, Cecily. I don’t know how I convinced myself that I could control myself. I never had the slightest chance.”

She seems uncomfortable. “I don’t want you to just look at me. Touch me. The clock is ticking.”

Her words make me burn, and not with desire alone but with anger too, because I’ve never been given an ultimatum before.

The clock is ticking?I’ve never let anyone determine how much I have of what I want, and I’m not willing to start now.

“Do you think you have command over both of us, Cecily? I’ll show you how wrong you are. Neither of us has control over what’s happening, or we wouldn’t even be here.”

“I don’t want to think about why we shouldn’t be. I just want to feel.”

“You’re not that brave, redhead. You don’t even want to go to bed.”

“Why does it matter?”

“You don’t deserve just a fuck in the living room.”

“Why not? I’ll be just another woman in your life.”

“Is that how you want to be treated?”

“That’s howI preferto be treated. It’s a choice.”

“Kneel, then. If you’re choosing to be a one-night stand, we need to start your lessons. You’re going to learn how I like having my dick sucked.”

I expect her to protest, to tell me to fuck off, but she gasps, her eyes taking on an intense glow, and like a damned temptress, she obeys me.

I feel unstable, furious, but also dying of lust. I want to put her over my knee and spank her ass for confusing me, for being so deliciously stubborn, for defying me. But I also want to fuck her mouth, pussy, and ass even more. Take her over and over again, hard and deep, so she understands that she doesn’t dictate the rules here.

The sexual tension between the two of us is so great that even the sound of her breathing excites me.

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