Page 126 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Chapter Forty-Eight
Anthony
What I was really hoping was that Yuna would lose interest in the party nonsense. But once Ryder volunteered his mansion, she became even more determined to make it a huge success.
Normally I’d be touched—on Iris’s behalf, since I don’t care about the engagement party. But this isn’t a normal situation. And it’s crazy how Yuna has maintained her enthusiasm for three whole weeks.
At least Ryder came through. A sex scandal broke last night. It features a barely legal porn star and the former mayor of some little town in New York. Normally nobody would care. But the porn star is about to be in a non-porn film, and the politician has a big platform among young voters. He was a shoo-in for senator, and some thought he might even get the nod for the presidential election in the next few years.
Sucks to be him. He shouldn’t have been cheating on his wife, who was going through liver transplant surgery when the sex tape was made.
It’s just a party.It’s going to be over in less than six hours. We can do a lavish but intimate ceremony, not too many guests.
It’s clouding over outside. While Iris is in the shower after her swim, I check my phone. A text from Jill arrived a couple of minutes ago.
Got what I need. Can we meet and talk this evening? I’m at SFO. On my way to LAX.
Finally! I’ve been needing this information for weeks. What are you doing in SFO?
Peacher’s business got its start in the Bay Area. He moved it to L.A. after his first project. There are a lot of people here who want to talk if you know how to ask.
Jill does know how to flirt, flatter and stroke male egos. She’s also great at conveying sympathy and care, which makes women loosen up. What time can you get to my place?
Nine?
No good. Have to attend a party.
Tomorrow morning, then.
No. I’m not waiting a second more than I have to. Come to the party. It’s at Ryder Reed’s mansion.
Holy shit! For real?
Yes. I’ll add you to the guest list.
Will be there. Black tie?
No. But dress nice. You can tell people you’re my friend if anybody asks. I don’t want my fiancée knowing why you’re really there.
Got it.
I run my free hand through my hair. This must be big. Jill wouldn’t have contacted me if it weren’t.
And sensitive, my mind whispers. Otherwise she would’ve texted or emailed it.
The unease that’s been plaguing me in the last three weeks might be nothing. But my instincts almost never steer me wrong. I usually screw up when I ignore them.
I go upstairs and step into our bedroom. I can never get used to how much I love the sound of that. Soon, Iris is going to be my wife. Longing and love swell in my heart until I feel like I’m about to float away like a balloon. The joy she gives me is so intense that it seems like I’m living in a dream rather than an actual life.
Her hands resting on her hips, Iris is standing in the closet, her back to me. She’s totally nude, except for the chain around her neck and the ring on her finger. I watch for a moment, and she bends over to check something.
Lust sears through me. I spent hours this morning bringing her to climax over and over again. And now, I want to do it again. Watching her shatter in pleasure is an addiction. I crave it worse than an alcoholic craving another drop of vodka. “Are you trying to decide what to wear to the party?”
“Yes,” she says, straightening up and looking at me over her shoulder.
“Yuna didn’t pick something out for you?”
“Hahaha. She didn’t have time.”
I glide forward until I’m standing less than a foot from her. “You look the best in nothing but that necklace and ring.”
She laughs breathlessly, her cheeks flushing. “I can’t show up at the party like this.”
“Obviously not.” I look at her nipples. They bead under my gaze. My mouth waters. “This is just for me.” I graze my thumbs over them.
A harsh, quick inhale. Her gray eyes darken until they’re nearly black. “Tony,” she whispers, her voice shaky with desire.
I push her gently against the wall, but my mouth is not gentle. I devour her ruthlessly, greedily, reveling in the cries of pleasure in the back of her throat and loving the taste of her on my tongue.
Iris doesn’t get ready for another hour.
