Page 8 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Hope you don’t mind… I ordered breakfast from downstairs. I figured you’d find something you like.”
I didn’t look at the plates. I physically couldn’t. My eyes stayed glued to her. Without a word, I scooped her up, making her laugh as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I see something I like, all right,” I muttered, setting her on the counter and kissing her slow. She leaned back on her hands, teasing me with that sexy little bite of her lip.
I deepened the kiss, pull her waist closer to feel her hot little cunt against me. She bit my lip, when I pulled away and I sighed against her lips.
“Marry me,” I blurted against her mouth. No jokes, no smile. Just the truth.
She sighed, “I can’t. I’ve got work this afternoon. Rain check for Friday?”
I groaned, dragging my palms down her waist. “I’ve got meetings all day Friday, Sunshine.”
“Bummer.” She pouted, then bargained with that little smile. “Next week?”
I grinned, helpless. “Sounds like a plan, baby.”
“Speaking of babies, hope you weren’t counting on any baking in this oven. Your little swimmers will be taken out by my birth control.”
“Sunshine, some women would pay good money to have my swimmers anywhere near their oven. Some of them would pray for the opportunity to capitalize on it,” I shot back, smirking against her neck as she giggled.
“Trust me, Mr. Porter, I’ve got enough on my plate without you trying to knock me up for sport.”
I chuckled low, sliding my hands down her hips as I nipped at her neck to keep from saying the truth on the tip of my tongue: the truth that I was already envisioning her round and glowing with my kid. That same vision clawed at me, dark and hungry, and the sheer satisfaction of it nearly undid me as my cock was already hard.
Fuck, I’m going insane.
A knock rattled the suite door. I frowned, reluctantly pulling away from the beautiful woman in my arms to answer it. The second I cracked it open, I used all my force to push it closed, but the devil himself shoved his way through, nearly knocking me back.
"I've been calling you for the last three hours, you idiot. Tell me she's gone home by now," Killian snapped, crisp in his suit, ready to take on the day like the cockblocking ass he was.
I smirked, turning toward the kitchen. “Well… Killian, this is—”
And then I froze, staring at her at a loss. My beautiful Sunshine. The woman who had me on my knees last night. The same woman I’d just asked to marry me… I didn't even know her name.
She sheepishly waved as she hid behind the counter.
“This is Sunshine,” I finished, motioning vaguely behind me. “And Sunshine, meet the darkness in my life, Killian Russel.”
She gave a wavering smile, her cheeks pink in embarrassment. “Um… hi, Mr. Russel."
Killian’s gaze flicked to her, flat and unamused. “Hello, Sunshine.”
“A-Actually, my name is Maia—” she started, but I cut in before she could finish.
“What a beautiful name, Sunshine,” I said smoothly, earning myself a glare from Lucifer, sharp enough to cut glass.
Killian leaned in, muttering low so only I caught it. “You could have at least learned her name. But knowing you, I’m not surprised.” I narrowed my eyes, but he straightened. “You have one hour to be in your office. The meeting you cancelled is scheduled for noon. Don’t be late.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there, Satan.” I waved him off. “And maybe stop being such a cockblock while you’re at it.”
His only answer was another withering glare. "Be there on time, Blaine…” He turned to Maia. “Goodbye, Sunshine."
I slammed the door shut before she could answer. When I turned back, Maia’s face was red enough to match the strawberry syrup on the stack pancakes of our uneaten breakfast.
“That was so mortifying. I think I might actually pass out,” she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
I chuckled, pulling her close until her palms slid against my chest. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart.” I brushed my mouth against her neck, biting playfully at her collarbone until she giggled.
