Page 27 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Blaine plucked the keys from his hand, giving him a casual pat on the back, as if he hadn’t just been dry-fucking me against the wall.
Mortified, I hid behind my hair, tugging Blaine toward the car while he clearly got a kick out of my embarrassment. On second thought… maybe Ididcare about conducting rather graphic displays of affection in public.
“You’re so adorable when you’re flustered, Sunshine,” he drawled, opening the passenger door for me.
“And you’re absolutely insane. Take me home.” I pouted, sliding inside.
He sighed, shut the door, and circled to his side. But the second he pulled out, I groaned—he wasn’t heading toward my apartment. He was driving in the opposite direction, straight toward his penthouse.
“Mr. Porter, I asked you to take me home,” I snapped.
His hand landed on my bare thigh before I could say another word. My breath hitched as his fingers trailed higher, slow and deliberate.
“Blaine…” My whisper broke into a gasp when his finger found my clit through the damp lace. Any rational thought told me to shove his hand away, but instead my head fell back against the seat, my body betraying me as he toyed with me almost lazily.
“What was it you asked me, Sunshine?” he coaxed, voice like smoke. “Say it like you mean it this time…”
His touch grew firmer, pushing my panties aside. My lips parted to beg… when his phone lit up the dash. The nameLuciferflashed across the screen.
Blaine sighed, annoyance dripping from him as he answered, sliding a finger deep into my aching core in the same breath.
“Killian, I’m busy,” he bit out, his tone sharp even as his fingers moved slow and deliberate inside me.
I clutched the leather seat, trembling, biting my lip hard to hold back the desperate sounds threatening to spill out. My body writhed under his hand while he conducted business like nothing at all was happening.
Every stroke of his fingers dragged me deeper, unraveling me until my brain was mush, my nerves raw and exposed.
God, this man was going to be the death of me. Where was my resilience? The disciplined woman who once brushed off advances, who held power even when men tried to buy her with money or attention? Gone.
She didn’t exist anymore. Not when Blaine Porter’s hand was between my thighs. Not when my hips betrayed me, lifting shamelessly into his touch like I was begging for it, like I was some desperate little bitch in heat. Fuck, with the way my pussy clenched around his fingers I might as well have been.
Killian’s dry voice filtered through the Bluetooth speakers.“Busy enough to spend seven hundred and fifty million in one night, I see?”
Blaine didn’t flinch. He just pressed another finger inside me, stretching me, making me choke back a cry as I clenched helplessly around him. I nearly shattered right there in the passenger seat.
“So he accepted the offer,” Blaine replied smoothly, like he wasn’t knuckle-deep inside me, like he wasn’t rubbing tight circles over my swollen clit.
“He did. I’d think you’d be more enthusiastic about acquiring a new asset,” Killian muttered.
I could barely process the words… new asset, oil rigs, contracts. All of it was fading. All I could think was,More, more, more, more, more, God, I need more.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably, my head tipped back, hair sticking to the sweat beading at my temple. My world narrowed to Blaine’s hand and the ruthless way he played me like an instrument only he knew how to use.
The car slid into the garage, the quiet click of the gear shift bringing me back down to earth. Then Blaine ripped his hand away. I whimpered as I watched him lift his glistening fingers to his mouth.
He licked them slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on mine. My body burned hotter. Before I could breathe, he shoved those same fingers between my lips, pushing past my tongue until I gagged softly around them. My moan vibrated against his skin, shameless.
As my mouth was full of him, his other hand slid right back to my cunt, finding me soaked and trembling.
“Forgive me,” he said easily, voice smooth as silk, like he wasn’t destroying me in the passenger seat. “But I’m a bit occupied with something more important.”
I could only stare at him, wide-eyed, sucking his fingers like a good girl…like his good girlwhile his other hand plunged back into me. Two fingers, perfect and merciless, curling until they found that spot that made my whole body convulse. My thighs shook, my spine arched, and still he held me in place, his eyes steady on mine, daring me to come undone around him.
My legs shook, my stomach clenched, my face burning hot as the sloppy, wet sounds poured from my weeping pussy. Every thrust of his fingers wrung another wet slap, another humiliating reminder of how ruined I was for him.
The leather beneath me was damp with my slick, my thighs trembling as more dripped down between them, obscene and sticky. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but twitch helplessly around his fingers, my body giving him everything while my mind melted into nothing but whimpers and need.
“Glad to see you taking a bit more initiative, Blaine, keeping your focus on what’s important,”Killian droned through the car speakers, completely oblivious.
