Page 65 of Ordinary Secrets

Trey dries his hands off on a towel, then leans his back against the counter. “Liz taught me that shit happens and you’ve got two choices. You can either let it bring you down or build you up. While the things she and I went through are completely different, they are equally as shitty, yet there I was, getting high and drunk and fucking faceless women, while Liz moved halfway across the country by herself to pursue her dreams in dance. If Liz can go through her battles and still make something of herself, why can’t I?”

I stick the baking sheet into the preheated oven, then set the oven timer. “It sounds like she made a huge impact on you.”

“Yeah, but don’t tell her that. She’ll get all mushy, and I hate it.”

With a chuckle, I toss all the dirty baking supplies into the sink. “Sureyou do. I bet on the inside, you secretly like it.”

“I plead the fifth.” His tiny smile confirms that I’m right. Then his smile dips into a light scowl as he gestures at his black countertops sprinkled in flour. “Damn, babe. You really know how to make a mess ’round here.”

I run the dough-covered rubber spatula under the water. “It’s baking. Messes are necessary.”

“Maybe this is why I don’t bake.”

I don’t even think about it. My hand simply digs itself into the bag of flour and plops it onto his countertop.

Trey’s mouth pops open. “Oh, hell no!” In one swift motion, his hand flies into the flour, and he throws a handful onto my chest.

I gasp, jumping back as white dust flutters to my feet. “Hey!”

I reach for the flour again, but he snatches it first. With a sly look, he dashes around the other side of the island.

I chase him, giggling. “Give that back!”

“Not a chance. If you wanna make a mess in my kitchen, then baby, we will make a mess.”

He flings another handful of flour across the island at me. I put my hands up to block, but I’m too late. Flour lands all over my hair and dress. More of it flurries onto the floor.

I cross my arms over my chest with a pout. “I’m covered in it.”

It only takes him a second to cave. Instantly, he’s back at my side, setting the flour bag down. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll help you get it out.” Gently, he shakes some of the white powder off my dress.

Too easy.My hand goes straight into the bag, and flour flies into his face. “Ha! Gotcha!”

A slow grin spreads across his lips as his tongue runs along the inside of his mouth. “Damn. I shoulda seen that comin’.”

As he wipes the flour off his face, I laugh hysterically. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”

Trey goes motionless, staring at me. I see it in his eyes—the moment his willpower snaps. Before I can get a word out, he shoves the hair from my face, and then his lips devour mine.

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TREY

She tenses at first.

I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. If someone tried to pry me away from her, I’d blast them with a fireball.

My lips massage hers open until she melts into me. Her body relaxes in my arms as her hands circle the back of my neck. I draw her in by her waist, needing every part of her body to be touching mine. At the sound of her breathless moan, my cock hardens.

I kiss her as if I’m starving—because I am—for her.

I’ve been waiting to do this for what feels like months. I told myself I wouldn’t kiss her until she told me she was ready. After seeing her so playful and laughing all adorably, I couldn’t stop myself.

She tastes amazing—like honeyed watermelon on a warm summer day. My tongue explores her mouth as desire pumps inside my jeans. I desperately want to be inside her. Gently, I shove her back against the island, clawing at her dress. I want it gone. Anywhere but on her.

I grip the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the counter. We separate for barely a second before she pulls my face back to hers. I pant as I take her in. All of her. The feel of her tonguebetween my lips. The sweet way she smells. How she’s making me lose my mind with each little moan she lets out. I draw back a little so I can take a breath, but a forceful tug of my shirt yanks me right back to her.

Fuuuck...Screw breathing.Who needs to do that, anyway? I consume her, taking all I can get. My hands travel everywhere on her, up and down her back and from her head to her thighs. Her fingers splay over my pecs, sending tingles down to my toes. When she pulls on my hair, my dick almost explodes.

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