Page 81 of Keep Him Like Secrets

I shivered at the exposure even as a devious little need rekindled.

Somehow, I wanted someone to see that, for just the night, Soren Vale was mine. That a man as wealthy and powerful as he was wanted little ol’ me.

Soren stepped inward, his cock gliding against my cleft before sliding slowly inside me.

He reached around me, his hand closing around my throat, pulling my back flush to his chest, so his words could whisper in my ear.

“I want anyone who is looking up to see me fucking you,” he said, hips rocking into me. “To know you’re mine.”

I wasn’t his.

I could never be his.

But for just this night, I would let myself pretend.

So right then, I did.

I pretended we were just any man and woman, that my entire world wouldn’t implode if what we were doing somehow got out.

Soren’s hands slid down to my hips, pulling me back against him as he thrust forward, making me take each thick inch of him each time.

My moans became ragged gasps as he drove me closer and closer. Until, with one choked cry, I came.

“Oh, fuck,” Soren groaned, fucking me harder until he, too, was overcome.

His arms went around me, holding me tightly to him as my body shook gently with aftershocks.

“Shit,” he murmured, exhaling hard. “I should have asked before…”

“You did,” I reminded him.

“I don’t do this,” he said, face nuzzling into my neck.

I didn’t either.

Ever.

If there was anything I was protective of, it was my future. Which meant I made sure that even though I was on birth control, I used condoms. Because no guy was going to leave me a little present that I would have to deal with. Whether that required antibiotics or an eighteen-year commitment.

Aside from that, it always seemed a little too, I don’t know, intimate.

Yet, somehow, with Soren, that felt right.

Except, of course, itcouldn’tbe right.

Not with him.

“And there she goes,” he said, tone defeated, as he slowly slid away from me.

Some part of me wanted to say that no, I wasn’t running. Even though I knew that was exactly what I needed to do.

Back to my own apartment. Back to the life I fought tooth and nail for.

Back to a life that could not, under any circumstances, include him.

While he went to the bathroom to clean up, I slipped into my clothes—minus my bra that I couldn’t findagain—grabbed my phone and key, and fled.

It was for the bestI told myself as I sat back on the seat in the subway.

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