Page 14 of His Dangerous Secret

Riggs sits across from me, his expression stony and blank. But I know deep down inside him he’s a burning cauldron of rage. The way he confided in me at the lake house...it made me feel so special. He told me I was the only one he’d ever opened up to in that way before in his life.

Since then, all I have been doing is picturing what a future would be like with him. It’s a terrible idea, I know. The chances of our doomed romance succeeding are so incredibly small that I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. But what can I do? Riggs has snatched my heart, and he’s not letting go.

It doesn’t help that tonight he’s looking more like a male model than ever. His tight, white, dress shirt is stretched over his muscles, and the gray pants he’s wearing do nothing to hide his bulge. His eyes blaze at me from across the table, and I flash back to yesterday when he made a woman out of me.

I’m still sore down there, and I love it. Just another reminder of our dangerous secret that we now share. Even if his father takes me, we will always know that Riggs got there first.

“Sir?” one of Michael’s men says from the door. “You have a call. It’s important.”

Grumbling, Michael stuffs the last half of his lobster tail into his mouth and gets to his feet.

“Better be important or heads are going to fucking roll.” On his way out, he turns to us. “Don’t you two start dessert without me.”

The door slams shut behind him, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“I hope he chokes on that lobster,” Riggs growls under his breath. “I’m so sorry, Ava. I—I need to do something about him. I’m going to—”

“Shhh,” I whisper as I go over to him. His eyes drag my body, making me aware of every one of my curves that he’s told me he loves so much. Despite being married to the current king of the city, Riggs is the one who makes me feel like a queen.

His eyes close, and he tilts his head down as he stretches a hand out as if to touch me. But he holds back. He knows the danger. So do I, but as another few drops of his cum slide out of me, I throw all caution to the wind.

I’m down on my knees with his pants unzipped before he can react.

“Ava!” he hisses. I glance at the door then pull his cock out. Despite his protests, he’s already almost all the way hard, and I’m happy to help get him the rest of the way.

Stifling my moan as I wrap my lips around his cock is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. My body lights up like a ten-thousand-watt light bulb as I feel the warmth and strength enter my mouth.

I may have no idea what I’m doing, but I want to, and that’s the most important part, right?

“Ava, Ava!” he whispers quickly. He may sound panicked, but his cock is swelling in my mouth, stretching my cheeks like he stretched me yesterday. “Are you—are you insane? He’s going to be back any second!”

My lips make a smacking sound as I pull back from his cock. “Well then hurry up and come so he doesn’t catch us.”

Just to add to the situation, I give him a sexy little wink before taking him back into my mouth.

Riggs bites the back of his hand and lets out a quiet groan as he swells to full size between my lips. I can barely get anything past the tip into my mouth without gagging, and I make a mental note to look up how to suppress that later. I want to feel him all the way in the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he growls, placing a hand on the back of my head. I look up and make eye contact. “Fuck that’s good. Play with your pussy for me. That will get me there.”

This is so bad. What if Michael comes back and catches us?

But I can’t resist. It’s like Riggs has me under some kind of mind control as I slip my hand up my skirt and show him my little secret that no other man has seen.

“Wow, you’re already wet…”

I nod and moan in affirmation against his cock. With one finger, I spread myself open, and with the other, find my clit and begin to circle it.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he purrs. His cock pulses between my lips. Is he close? I ready myself, move my finger faster. “Get yourself off, ma. Come with me.”

I may be his stepmom, but right now he’s daddy.

I scream yes with my eyes as I move my finger faster. I gag again, causing his cock to go slick with spit. My orgasm steams towards me like an out of control train. Again, my eyes flick towards the door. Do I hear Michael coming or am I just imagining things?

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he tells me, grasping the back of my head. “Swallow it all!”

When I feel the first shot of his load pump onto my tongue and spray against the back of my throat, I go off too.

Squatting in heels isn’t easy, especially when your body is quivering with orgasmic bliss, but I do my best to multitask as I keep my lips on his cock, my finger on my clit and my body from falling over.

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