Page 115 of Keep Him Like Secrets

I’d never given much thought to kids.

But I was suddenly picturing a little him walking around. The three of us cuddled up on the couch reading storybooks. Going to the zoo. The museums. Vacations to Disney. All the things neither Soren nor I had gotten in our own childhoods.

There was another slam coming from the bedroom closest to the stairs, making my stomach drop and my spine straighten.

I moved in front of the mostly closed door, took a deep breath, then threw it open with the knife raised.

“Get off him,” I yelled before I could see what was going on.

Soren, sitting on the floor among a pile of wood and tools, turned, brows pinched.

His gaze slid from my face to the knife in my hand.

A slow smile spread.

“What are you here to save me from, darlin’? The bookcases?”

“Bookcases?” I asked, lowering my arm to my side.

His hand waved around the room.

Sure enough, the formerly empty, white-walled room was now lined in floor-to-ceiling black bookcases. The bottoms featured storage cabinets. But there was almost endless space for actual books.

And Soren wasn’t even done building them yet.

“I only have two more to go. I figured we’d leave that space open,” he said, gesturing, “to put your reading chair in. Or, if you don’t intend to give up your place, we can buy a new one to put here. But we definitely need book storage. Even if just for all the new books you keep buying.”

He was being so careful to not pressure me, to open up the potential for me to make a home here, but also not demand I give up my old one.

That alone made me suddenly feel like I could do it. Drag all my books, pillows, blankets, everything I owned and loved, and move it here.

“How… when have you been doing this?”

“When I was supposed to be going to the gym each morning.”

Right.

At five in the morning, when we both knew I was not going to be awake.

“So, I hope you don’t mind a hangover waistline,” he said, patting his stomach.

“Oh, I think you’re still getting plenty of workouts,” I said, moving over toward him, dropping my knife, then pulling the screwdriver out of his hand and tossing it aside before climbing onto his lap.

“Thank you for building me a library,” I said, surprised when water flooded my eyes.

“I want to encourage your dirty reading habits,” he said, his hands sinking into my ass and dragging me against his lap, where I could feel hisappreciationgrowing. “We both benefit from your… voracious appetite,” he added, his lips going to my neck.

His lips went to mine, kissing me long and deep until I was rocking against his cock, until the need was too strong to delay any longer.

I pushed him flat, then slid out of my pants and panties, before reaching to free him.

His eyes were endless pools of need as I lowered myself down and sucked him into my mouth.

His hips bucked up, making me take him deeper as his hands grabbed the sides of my head, guiding me into the pace he wanted.

His hand shifted to my hair, grabbing, and dragging me up until I moved to straddle him, then take him in.

We both gasped as I lowered down.

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