Page 53 of Secrets

My outfit of choice—a floor-length, black lace dress, has a slit that extends to the apex of my thigh—leaves nothing to the imagination. Thin leather straps wrap around my waist and each thigh, while a harness sits where a cute v-string should. My nipples, visible with the triangle cut-outs, pull tight as Jessica slowly walks closer, a blush consuming her cheeks as she licks her lips.

“How was your shower?” I ask, meeting her in the middle of the space.

She momentarily clamps down on her bottom lip as I approach, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Amazing. It shouldn’t surprise me that you use really nice products.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

She nods. “I like that I smell like you.”

My eyes flash at the same moment my heart does a strange sort of hiccup. It flops around my chest like a fish out of water, but unlike the struggling animal, it’s from something else. Something that makes me…uncomfortably happy.

In an attempt to ignore it, I dip a finger beneath her towel, quickly undoing the frail tie, and letting it fall to the floor. Her skin pebbles in the cool air, but her blush remains, as do her erect nipples nestled between the barbells.

I tug on one lightly, loving the minute whimper she gives me. “And I like these. Come.”

Leading her to my bed, I motion with a slight jerk of my chin to the items lined up for her. There are two different sized cock attachments to my harness, as well as a remote and lubrication.

“Do you have any allergies, Agent?”

Jessica shakes her head, her tongue peeking out yet again to swipe across her bottom lip. “No.”

“Any hard limits I need to be aware of?”

“Not that I’ve tried.”

An odd sort of pleasure rolls through me at the thought it will be me to test them. “Any soft?”

Again, she shakes her head, this time, her eyes rising to meet mine. “No. For the most part, I’ve been the one that leads the charge, if you know what I mean. There’s only been one person who—oh. I don’t like pet play.”

I start to nod, but then a cord in my rib cage seems to snap. There’s something about her words that remind me of a conversation I had only thirty days ago. Of a man who I recall that is rumored to love a woman who crawls.

“They are deranged. Obsessed. Neurotic. And have been relentless in their stalking me for over two years now. No amount of information will stop the maniac from showing up at my door at two in the morning with flash grenades and a fuck-ton of idiot SWAT that will fuck up my nice floors. Do you have any idea how expensive the renovations have been?—”

“You act as if this person is a scorned lover,” I note.

She was a lover.Hislover.

Rage and jealousy coat my insides, the realization causing my vision to blur with a tint of red. That man doesn’t deserve to know her name, much less have had an intimate relationship with her.

A sharp band of pain forces me to unclench my jaw, but it doesn’t stop the desire part of me—or, rather,allof me—has to slit Alexi’s throat open and drain him dry. Let him know that the federal agent ismineand has never known true obsession until she met me.

But then Jessica blinks, her doe-eyes brightening, and for some foreign reason, I cannot simmer in my newfound anger. “I mean, I could always try again. Maybe it will be different?—”

“No,” I cut her off, lifting a hand to hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “No pet play. And for me, no water sports.”

“Water…oh, yeah. No, that’s great, actually. I like smelling likeyou, not your…ya know.”

Releasing her, a grin breaks through despite my agitation of knowing Alexi had the undeserving honor of touching her. “Perfect. Now, do you have a size preference?”

Jessica’s eyes linger on mine for a moment, as if she’s trying to read something that’s crossed my features. When she finds it to be a fruitless attempt, she shakes her head. “Surprise me.”

The small curve of my lips becomes a wide smirk. “As you wish.”

There I go again,signing checks that my ass really can’t cash.

Of course Elena picks up the longer,thicker,silicone cock and attaches it to her sexy-as-fuck harness. I’ve never seen one with such delicate and decorative straps, whispering a type of danger that my body yearns to experience.

When it’s secure, she places a small remote in my hand before tugging on one of my barbells.

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