Page 30 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Sounds like a plan, indeed.
After wrapping up at the office, it was creeping past six, close to seven, and I wasn’t sure if Sunshine would even come over tonight.
But stepping into my penthouse, the doubt evaporated instantly.
The sweet aroma of baked cookies hit me first. Then I noticed the dinner spread on the island, pans on the stove, two plates set neatly at the table. But nothing compared to the sight waiting for me in front of the oven.
Maia.
Bent forward, checking on the tray inside, her boyshorts hugging every curve of her ass, lace-trimmed camisole clinging to her damp skin. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, strands sticking to the light sheen of sweat on her neck. All glowy. So fucking edible…and all mine.
My cock twitched behind my zipper before she even turned to face me.
“Welcome home, Mr. Porter.” She smiled softly, sweet and innocent in a way that only made my blood run hotter. “Sorry for the mess, but I wanted to do something nice, to thank you for the… generous deposit in my account.”
I shoved my hands into my pockets, fighting to play it cool as I walked closer, eyes devouring her like a starving man. Just looking at her, I wanted to give her more. Half a million just for smiling at me. Ten times that because she fucking cooked.
But I held back. Not because she wasn’t worth it… she was worth everything.
I just didn’t want to scare her off with how easily I’d give her the whole world. But I would. Slowly but surely.
“Sunshine… you cooked for me. You baked for me. And you look sexy as hell.”
“For you,” she added lightly, and I stilled, brows furrowing.
“For me,” I echoed. “That’s right. You look sexy as hellfor me. At this rate, you’re practically asking for kitchen sex.”
She shook her head, scooping up the trays and gliding past me. “That’s unsanitary.”
I scoffed, rolling up my sleeves as I trailed after her. “Please. We’ve had sex in much more questionable places.”
She shot me a glare over her shoulder, placing the dishes on the table with a delicate clink. “And who’s to blame for that, Mr. Porter?”
My hands found her waist before I even thought about it, pulling her back against me. Her scent. Sweet vanilla and sweat and woman flooded my senses. My lips brushed the shell of her ear, ready to ruin dinner entirely. But she pressed a finger to my mouth.
“We’re going to eat dinner, and then I’m going to shower and go to bed.”
I groaned dramatically. “So not only is Killian punishing me with a dry spell, but you are too, Sunshine?”
She turned in my hold, eyes gleaming, forcing me to meet them instead of staring down her cleavage. “Killian’s punishing you with a dry spell because he wants you to be more responsible with Blaine Jr. I’m punishing you with a dry spell because Blaine Jr. has a bad habit of punishingme.”
I blinked at her, deadpan. “I’m assuming Blaine Jr. is supposed to be my dick.”
She patted my chest like it was obvious. “Correct.”
I bit back a grin, letting her slip away to fetch glasses and a bottle of wine.
Watching her move around my kitchen, her bare legs peeking out from those shorts, her ass swaying just enough to keep my blood boiling, I realized something I hated admitting out loud.
I was attached. Completely, hopelessly attached.
She came back, pulling out my chair for me with a smug little grin. I sat, bemused, and she leaned down to press a teasing kiss against my lips before slipping into the seat beside me.
I folded my hands beneath my chin, staring openly, devouring her with my eyes while she fussed with the wine bottle.
Maia, my Sunshine. Absolutely one of a kind. And fuck me, I wasn’t ever letting her go.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head. I only shook mine. She rolled her eyes, playful, before focusing back on her plate.
