Page 47 of His Little Secret in Discretion
So much for eating the dinner I’d made after a long day of shopping. Turns out I was the main course of his night.
Chapter eighteen
Blaine
Waking up, I smiled at the sight beside me—my Sunshine, fast asleep. Hair a wild bird’s nest, lips parted, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth.Utterly perfect. For a sexy little thing like her, I doubted there’d ever be a position she didn’t look good in. And even if there was, her laugh and those subpar jokes would still have me crawling right back.
I slipped out of bed, ignoring Killian’s hundredth call buzzing across my phone. Yes, there were meetings this morning. Yes, I was already late. But I had better things to worry about.
Quick shower, clean shave, suit on. Tightening my tie in the mirror, I caught her stirring, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she rubbed her eyes. My cock twitched at the sight of her groggy, tousled, mine.
“You’re leaving already…” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
I bent down, kissing her nose. “Unfortunately, Sunshine. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Lucifer.”
She sighed, rolling onto her back, exhausted. “Don’t leave yet…”
Her voice was soft, pleading, testing every ounce of discipline I had. My tie suddenly felt too tight. I straightened, tugging at it to keep myself from crawling back into bed and fucking us both into another late afternoon.
“Despite how dangerously, dangerously close I am to staying, baby, I have to. If I don’t leave, Killian will have my head. He’ll come after me and reveal the little secret that I’ve kept from him, and that can’t seem to get out of bed.”
She didn’t even register the warning, just stretched like a cat, arms overhead, arching her back. My restraint cracked for a second. Every fucking cell in my body begging me to flip her over and turn her every way but lose. Bury myself deep in her tight little pussy, make her forget her own damn name—Down, Blaine Jr. Down.
“Be good for Daddy, okay, baby?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Her eyes narrowed. “That joke’s getting old.”
I smirked, leaning close enough for her to catch it. “Not the attitude you had bent over the kitchen counter last night.”
She rolled her eyes, turning to her side, presenting me with a perfect view of her ass.Restraint, Romeo. Restraint.
My watch told me I was no longer thirty minutes late—I was three hours late. Killian would be fuming.
“I’ve got another deal tonight. I’ll be back by five. Get up, brush your teeth before then. Can’t be a pillow princess forever.”
She pouted but shooed me off, burrowing back into the sheets like the spoiled goddess she was. As if beauty sleep mattered when she already looked like my sexy little sin.
Walking out of the bedroom, my phone buzzed again as I headed for the door. I sighed, answering the dreaded call.
“You’re late,”Killian barked, no greeting, no pleasantries.
“Good morning to you too, Kiki,” I drawled, deliberately slow just to annoy him.
“Don’t ‘Kiki’ me. You’re already behind schedule, Blaine.”
“And yet the world keeps spinning,” I quipped, stepping into the elevator and leaning against the wall.
There was a long pause on his end.“You have fifteen minutes.”
I closed my eyes, replaying flashes of last night—Maia’s nails down my back, her moans still echoing in my skull. “I’ll be there in ten.”
“Where the hell have you been?” Killian seethed the second I stepped into the office.
I checked my watch casually. “Pretty sure my GPS said I’d be on time.”
“I gave you fifteen minutes. It’s been an hour.”
“An hour? Seems dramatic, Kiki.” Shrugging off my jacket, I draped it over my chair and glanced around the room. “Where’s Brielle?”
