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“Would you tell me secrets?”
His words are filtering in by snippets. Sort of like when the reception on a radio goes in and out. “Secrets?”
“Would you betray others for me?”
“I, ah…” My orgasm slams into me so hard that for a moment, I can’t breathe. I’m barely done when Blaise gets out of the tub and has me join him.
He makes me face the mirror, and I’m a little afraid only because this is so different. At the same time, I know I love him and I want to make him happy.
He stands behind me, his eyes watching me through the reflection in the mirror. “Look at me, Jenna.”
I do as he says, my hands resting on the sink counter as I prepare for whatever he’s going to do.
“Look at the man you say you love.”
“I do love you.” I want to turn and face him, but his hands are on my hips.
He presses his dick between my thighs, and arousal blooms in me again. “Would you do anything for me?”
“Yes. Anything.”
“Just like you did for Ronan?”
What?I don’t know what he’s saying. But I don’t have time to ask as he thrusts inside me, filling me.
He shocks me by lightly biting my shoulder as he finds a steady rhythm driving in and out of me. “Who’s fucking you, Jenna?”
“You—ah—Blaise.”
“And you like it.”
“Yes. I love it. I love you.” I give in to the sensations overwhelming me. I don’t understand what’s going on with him, but I trust him. Maybe something happened at work and he needs this to let off steam.
“Fuck… I’m close. Touch yourself. Touch your clit and make yourself come.”
I do as he asks and immediately, pleasure blasts through me.
His fingers grip my hips and he throws his head back as he lets out a feral growl. He bucks into me, again and again. Each time, warmth fills my womb.
He drops his head to my shoulder, and I wait, unsure of his mood. He steps back abruptly and shakes his head. “Fuck.”
He grabs a robe and wraps it around my shoulders. Then he yanks a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his hips and leaving the bathroom.
I’m stunned as I look at myself in the mirror. What just happened? I slip my hand through the sleeves of the robe.
I leave the bathroom to find Blaise standing at the window with what looks like a double pour of something potent.
I stand watching him, not sure what to do.
He doesn’t look at me when he speaks. “I was rough. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I wait a beat. This moment makes me realize there is still a lot I don’t know about him. It doesn’t change how I feel, though. It only reminds me that I need to take things slow. “I… ah… Ronan isn’t?—”
“Don’t.”
“I just… if you’re worried?—”
“Don’t.”