Page 75 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“To take a shower. Our time together is ending.”

“It doesn’t have to end like this.”

“You told me you weren’t going to give me another chance.”

“Are you asking for one?”

“No. I’m fine with just today,” I lie and run to the bathroom.

Cecily

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

He’s following me,and I don’t even know why I’m moving away. I should make the most of what little time we have left. Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect this conversation about the past in such an intimate moment.

“You’re running away from me,” he says, entering the shower with me and hugging me from behind.

“No.”

“Liar.”

I spin in his arms. “I’m running away fromme. I want to give in. I want to accept more time with you, but I won’t because I’ll get hurt. Right now, I’m still whole. It’s time to stop.”

“Maybe we’ll have to stay together anyway.”

“It won’t happen because God knows neither of us deserves to be trapped in a loveless marriage.”

His face stiffens, as if he didn’t like what I said.

He picks me up.

I should push him away, but I can’t stop wanting him, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“You think it’s over now? You think you’re going to run away from me?”

I don’t believe he’s talking about this moment, but rather about continuing our affair after today, but I make a fool of myself. “Aren’t you tired?”

He seems even more upset by my sly question. “No. I’m hungry,” he says and touches me with his open hand. “Does your pussy hurt?”

“It’s burning, throbbing, but I want more.”

He kisses me, entering my mouth and sex at the same time. I feel full, fulfilled, and so complete that I moan his name, forgetting any protection for my foolish heart.

I don’t want to think, so I respond to the kiss with my soul, begging him to give me more and more. “You’re so hot, Dionysus. So deliciously hot and hard everywhere.”

He lets out a wild moan as his hand squeezes my butt. “Make your proposal, Cecily. Negotiate with me. I want more, regardless of the risk of pregnancy.”

“No.”

He presses me against the shower wall, and the force with which he enters me makes my chest hurt, not because he’s hurting me but because I know I’ll miss this, us, forever.

He was right. I want more too.

I look away when this certainty hits me like a punch, but his hand comes to my neck, forcing me to face him, his body moving against mine without respite.

“Negotiate with me. I want you.”

I can’t. If I demand that he never sends me away, that he lets me stay with Joseph forever, he will become suspicious, he will find out everything, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to my boy yet. Not now that I’ve found him.

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