Page 60 of Dirty Secret Love

Sutton isn’t trying to hurt me. Her beautiful smile appears. It’s as if I’m giving her a treat she doesn’t deserve. Sometimes I wonder if this woman has been loved right. Has anyone ever truly shown her she’s valued? Probably not. Her family hasn’t shown her that she matters, and it’s probably why she keeps holding herself back from me. I’m trying my hardest to get her to let loosen a little, be more open to me.

It was hard enough to get her to trust me with her body and her writing, but surprisingly, I want more. A lot more.

Sutton Asher avoids getting in too deep—unless it’s her best friends. I have to figure out how to push myself into that tight circle, become her person just like she’s becoming mine. If only she could trust me. There’s this burning desire to reassure her, to let her know that I’m not here for her house or sex—though the latter is a great perk.

I wish I could tell her something that will convince her that I’m here just for her. That even when we’ve been doing this for just a few weeks, I’m slowly falling in love with her. Was it because before her proposal I was already enchanted with her. I only needed a little push to fall over the precipice.

It’s as if we have known each other in another life, or through a whimsical dream neither one of us remembers—but our hearts do.And we finally found a way to meet each other in this life and create a deep connection between us. But how do I convince her that she’s not only special, but that I’m willing to reach for the stars just to see her smile.

I walk around the counter of the library. By the time I reach her side, I’m overwhelmed by all the things I want to say and do to her. “I don’t consider taking you to dinner trying hard, darling,” I remark, resting a hand gently on the counter near her. “It’s more like giving you what you deserve.”

She arches an eyebrow, a challenge dancing in her beautiful eyes mixed with a hint of mischief. “And what is it you think I deserve?”

Her voice, dripping with a mix of playful sass and seduction, is making me so fucking hard, I want to tell her she deserves to be bent over and fucked thoroughly. It’s becoming increasingly challenging to talk about us when the physical attraction between us threatens to consume me whole. I wish I could drag her to the bathroom and fuck her hard until she’s screaming my name.

But as I discussed with Gael and Cal earlier while working at the ranch, I need to stop thinking with my dick, and start showing her how I feel with actions and words.

No, I have to focus on my feelings first though, decipher what all the emotions within me mean. But I’m terrible at that. Will I be coming on too strong if I tell her that I’m not going anywhere. That I’ll never let her go, unless, I need my hands to grab her luscious body so I can fuck her.

And there it goes, my mind already thinking about all the things I can do to her. Someone should slap some sense into me, but it’s quite impossible when being naked under or on top of her is the best thing that’s happened in my life.

That’s probably a lie, though. Sex with Sutton isn’t the best thing that’s happened. Getting to know her as a person, realizing she’s not only smart, kind and witty, but also loyal and loving might be the best. Her next to me might be all I need in my life. She’s different from all the women I’ve met. Sutton Asher doesn’t care about my last name, my fortune, or if their social media followers will increase because she’s seen with me.

She doesn’t take my crap, and actually puts me in my place when I’m being an arrogant asshole.

“Why are you so quiet?” she asks with concern in her voice.

I long to tell her. To spill out the raw, unfiltered emotions she’s stirred within me. Like how I need her, and the life that she brings into my soul. The healing that she’s brought within my heart. I had no idea there was sadness there until she eradicated it. I’m still not done mourning my father and the grief of my mother’s loss is magically turning into doing the one thing she always wanted, for me to be close to all my siblings.

Those words are too intense and though I want to be vulnerable, open up to her I choose not to. I pull her into me and kiss her. I pour out all my feelings into that one move. Silently, I tell her how I want to melt into her, as if the me before her never existed. But that feels too intense, and it’s maybe too soon. Instead, I pull her close, letting my lips meet hers as our mouths move in sync. I hope she understands everything I feel for her.

“Bathroom, now,” she mumbles.

In no time, she’s bent over the counter, legs open and pussy bare. I take out a condom and slide it on right away along my hard length.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me all the way into your soul, darling.”

My fingers slide into her pretty pussy and fuck, she’s so wet, I don’t have to work her up. I quickly sink inside her and get harder as I hear her moan my name. My fingers work her clit, while the other hand holds her hip in place.

“This,” I groan. “Fucking you might’ve become my favorite thing.”

“We shouldn’t be here,” she says, breathless, as I thrust my cock inside her tight pussy.

“You want me to leave you needy?”

“God, no,” she chokes as I thrust faster and harder. “I might kill you.”

“I fucking love you, Sutton Asher,” I growl her name as her eyes stare at me in the mirror, intense and filled with desire; maybe more.

“River, I?—”

“What is going on here?” The door of the bathroom opens and it’s none other than Ruth Asher staring at me while my balls slam against her daughter’s ass.

“Fuck,” I mumble.

“What’s the meaning of this?” she asks, alarmed.

“Get out, Mom,” Sutton screams angrily. Neither one of us move though.

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