Page 115 of Secrets and Lies
“Really? Not even after I made you come hands-free?”
“Ass.” He slaps my shoulder playfully.
“You like it,” I repeat and climb off him.
“No clue why,” he says as we both stand.
“Because I give you the best orgasms you’ve ever had.”
“So arrogant,” he grumbles, but I don’t miss the way the corners of his lips tick up in a grin.
“Is it arrogance if it’s the truth?” I step right into his space so we’re toe-to-toe and our faces are only inches apart.
It looks like he wants to say something, but he just swallows and keeps quiet.
“See you around,” I murmur.
“Bye,” he says softly.
I take in his sex-messy appearance one final time, then without another word, I stride toward his door. I pause when I get to it so I can pull off my mask and tuck it away in my hoodie pocket. There’s a smear of cum on the front of my sweater, but that shouldn’t be a problem.
West’s room is at the end of the hall and right next to the door to the side stairs. As long as I can get out of his room and into the stairwell without anyone noticing the mess on my shirt or seeing my face and realizing which room I’m coming out of, I can take my sweater off and hide the evidence of what just went down, then go back into the hall and to my room like nothing happened.
It would be easier to use the hidden corridor and retrace my steps, or use another of the many passage routes the app could find for me, but I know using the door will mess with West more, and that’s half the fun of this arrangement.
It’s not the only fun part, obviously, but until tonight, messing with him was my main motivation for doing any of this. Now I’m doing it because I want to, and I’m not giving it up anytime soon.
West has me in a chokehold, but instead of fighting my instincts and reminding myself of all the reasons this was never supposed to be anything, I feel weirdly at peace.
I didn’t expect this, and I didn’t predict it, but there’s no denying that West feels like mine.
And just like everything else in my life, once I consider something or someone mine, then they stay mine until I decide they aren’t anymore.
Hopefully West knows what he’s started, because I sure as hell am going to finish it.
19
WEST
I’m notsure how I feel as I leave my room just before eight o’clock on Friday night and head down the hall to meet up with Anthony so we can work on our project.
I’ve been feeling out of sorts since I woke up, but that’s not unexpected considering everything that’s happened in the past few days. Not only did I break up with my fiancée, I spent the last two days hiding in my room to avoid the gossip and rumors, and I angry-texted Mr. X last night, knowing exactly what would happen after I mouthed off to him like I did.
The only good thing about last night is that I actually slept pretty well, and I didn’t need to take anything to help me fall asleep. That was probably because of the mind-blowing sex, but at least I felt mostly human when I woke up this morning.
My neck flushes as memories of what happened last night flash in my mind. The fact that he can sneak into my room should terrify me, but for some fucked-up reason, I like it.
I already knew I had a thing for masks and not being able to see Mr. X's face, but now I also know that skeleton masks are just as hot as plain black ones, and I like being tied up.
My wrists tingle as more memories flood my system, and I slow my pace so I can get a hold of myself before I reach Anthony’s door.
I’ve always considered myself pretty vanilla, but that’s more because of a lack of opportunity and not a lack of interest. I don’t have a list of kinks I want to try or anything like that. I’ve seen lots of stuff in porn and movies that looks like it could be fun, but I’ve never felt the need to try them in real life.
The few times I’ve tried things outside of my usual comfort zone have been at the request of my partners, but even with my lack of experimenting, I’ve never felt like there was anything missing from my sex life.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I always felt like there wassomethingmissing, but that had nothing to do with my female partners and everything to do with my lack of experience with men. But now that I have a sex life outside of women, I’m learning more about myself than I ever thought possible.
My first instinct when he pulled the restraints out of his pocket last night was to balk. I don’t even like wearing turtlenecks or ties because they feel restrictive, and my nanny used to have to regularly check my seatbelt during car rides because I’d always put the strap behind me because I don’t like feeling it across my chest.
