Page 39 of Secrets We Keep
“I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
“And you never will, Jenna,” Dom says, taking the last swig of his water. “I’m gonna have a shower in the guest room.” He kisses me on the crown of my head. It’s not the first time he’s done it, and I like it. I like it a hell of a lot.
“Want any company?” I ask, feeling playful this morning. These guys bring out this side in me, which is strange because these guys are complete control freaks.
“I’d love to, but Reid has other plans for you, Princess.”
I watch, perving on his ass as he leaves the kitchen, not giving me a second glance.
“You an ass fan?” Reid laughs.
“I’m an equal opportunity male body part fan. But Dom has a nice ass. It’s one of the first things I noticed about him.”
Reid laughs, “So you noticed his ass, huh? But you two before now never…” he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Nope, never. We were friends. Saw each other occasionally socially. Saw each other in a work capacity more, though. We basically have the same job as each other.”
“I don’t know about that,” Reid says, a small laugh escaping his lips. Lips I want to kiss right now. “What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
There is that megawatt smile again, the one that I fell in love with in my late teen and early twenties. He’s just arrogant enough to know it too. To know the effect he has on me.
“You never have to ask if you can kiss me, babe.” He stares me down.
I hold on to his cheeks and slowly pull myself into him, to the gap between his legs. His eyes are zoned in only on me, and the air between us is charged with so much energy we’d be able to keep this whole city alight permanently. I kiss him gently at first, needing to center myself even though all I want to do is climb him like a tree and get lost in him as I’ve always dreamed. He deepens the kiss and takes control like I knew he would.
I gasp as I'm pressed against his impressive hard-on, and he closes the gap between us.
“Fuck!” he whispers. “I promised Dom I wouldn’t fuck you.”
I pull away, a smirk on my lips. “You promised?”
“Yeah, we agreed that the first time we fucked you, we’d both be there. After that, it’s fair game.”
“Fair game,” I laugh. I should be upset that they were talking about me like a piece of meat.
“You know what I mean.”
“Shut up and kiss me like you were a minute ago, or is your dick gonna get too excited?”
“Babe, my dick gets excited whenever you’re on my mind, but you’re right. When you’re in touching distance, he’s unbearable.”
“Really?” I run my hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from the part of the body I want to touch. “I thought you were the corrupt, bad boy?” I whisper into his ear, trying to be all seductive.
“Babe,” he groans again. I look down at his hands and see his knuckles turning white as he grips the countertop.
“Am I pushing you to your limit, Mr. Taylor?” I take a few steps back and unbutton Dom’s shirt, painstakingly slow.
“You know you are, babe” his breathing changes, his eyes become darker, and I feel like prey in his sight.
The shirt opens, and my tits are heavy because I’m needy and aroused and need his touch. I watch as he swallows, his mouth watering. I’m offering myself to him right now on a silver plate.
“I like to keep my promises, Jenna.”
“Yeah, well, I want to be fucked. Dom is a big boy, and I can make it up to him.” I know I’m pushing him, and I’m getting off on knowing that I can affect him like this, that I can push him so far to this breaking point. I shouldn’t be the only one feeling like that.
“Fuck!” he whispers. “I can’t be the first to break. I’m going for a shower. Don’t follow me.” He says before covering me up and kissing me hard on the lips. “I mean it. Be a good girl, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He walks out of the room without giving me another look. I should feel upset about that, but I know I can push him. I know when I’m under his control, it’s going to be the best feeling in the whole fucking world.
