Page 17 of Ma Belle Marguerite (Hidden Secrets #1)

Isabella

S eeing Rex’s name pop up on my phone makes me feel butterflies. I haven’t felt those since I was with Rex in high school, and we’d be sneaking around. He’s already under my skin so far and worming his way back into my broken heart.

Rex used to come over at night and help sneak me out for late-night rendezvous at the bluff. He would always text me like he did tonight, saying, “ Ma Belle , are you awake?” Seeing that message brought back so many amazing memories.

He would park a few houses away and meet me at the bathroom window on the main floor. He’d help me climb out and put the screen back on the window so my parents wouldn’t suspect anything.

I’m sure that they knew but just never said anything. Mine and Rex’s father were best friends, after all. Rex had overheard our dads discussing merging their business after Rex and I got married. My father said after I left that all those plans changed.

My phone starts ringing, bringing me back to reality. Man, I have been daydreaming a lot lately. Seeing it is Rex, I answer and try to sit seductively in my lacey underwear on my bed before I turn on my camera.

“ Bonjour Rexy, je vous manque ?” Even though it’s only been a few hours since we last saw each other, I still ask him if he misses me because I miss him, as corny as that sounds.

It looks like he’s sitting in a computer chair shirtless.

“ Oui, Ma Belle, toujours ,” Rex says with that sexy-as-sin smile of his.

The way he rolls his r’s when he speaks French has me shivering thinking about his tongue and what it can do.

He knows I can’t resist his sweet words and smile.

“You know I always miss you, beautiful. That has never changed.”

Blushing, I smile, “I have patiently waited for you to call. I think I deserve a reward for being a good girl.” Another button I love to push. He always used to call me his good girl when he was trying to seduce me.

“I’ll decide if you’ve been a good girl,” Rex growls through the phone. I can see his hunger for me written on his face. “You’re still fully dressed. A good girl would have already been naked and ready for me.”

Holy fuck, why is that so hot? I want to give in and be his good girl, but I love to defy him and be bad. I want him to punish me. This one time, I’ll give in. Who knows, maybe I’ll like being a good girl more. I mean I’ll try anything once.

Rex’s deep voice catches my attention again. “Bella, let’s go. Get naked now, or next time, I’ll bring you to the edge and make you wait for your reward for as long as you’re making me wait now.”

For fuck’s sake. “ Oui Monsieur ,” I rasp out as I put my phone down to get undressed.

He groans. “I love it when you call me sir like that. I need to see you put your phone back up so I can see you.”

Following his directions, I pick my phone up but hold it so he can’t see anything below my shoulders. “Now what, Monsieur?” I tease with an innocent smile on my face.

“Do you have any toys?” He asks like he doesn’t already know the answer to the question.

“I do.” What woman doesn’t? “ What are you thinking?” Please say you want to see them.

“Show me what you have.” His voice is demanding but oh so sexy.

Moving to my nightstand, I open the drawer and turn the phone so he can see everything inside. He takes a moment to study everything before telling what he wants.

“Grab the pink vibrator and keep it close. We won’t need it quite yet. Then prop your phone on the end of the bed so I can see all of you, Ma Belle ,” He instructs with zero room left for argument.

I quickly find a pillow to lean my phone against, lie back so he can see me, and place the vibrator on the bed beside me.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me how ready you are for me.” His voice is starting to sound a little hoarse.

I open my legs slowly as my nightie falls down my thighs, I reach down and gently run my fingers along my pussy. I hoped he would call.

I hear Rex groan as he watches me. “That’s it, show me how wet you are, Ma Belle Marguerite .”

I move closer to my phone so he can see my fingers glisten with my arousal. Biting my lip, I say, “I’m ready for you. Since that kiss on our way home, I’ve been ready. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. But do I get to see you, too?” I pout.

“Patience. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch me come.” He sounds so smug, and it makes me want to smack him, but shit if he isn’t hot as fuck right now. He knows he has me exactly where he wants me.

If he were with me, I’d probably bite him, lick him, or both. He looks like a god with all his muscles and tattoos. He’s a woman's wet dream. He has only gotten hotter with age.

“I don’t think I’ll last long. Thinking about your tattoos and how they moved over your muscles when you went down on me at the hospital has had me on edge,” I whine. Fuck, I need to stop letting him know how badly I want him.

“Lie back again and touch yourself while you imagine it is me licking up your pussy while I fuck you with my fingers.”

I quickly oblige. I want to see that so bad. I feel like a needy mess.

“That’s right. Remind me what you like. Show me how you want to be touched by me the next chance I get.” His voice low and strained.

I hear him unzip his pants, and I wiggle to try and see my phone better. “Rex, can I please see you, too? Please.” I beg, but he just shakes his head no. Asshole.

I start rubbing my clit slowly, imagining that it’s Rex’s fingers instead of mine. I can already feel that I’m getting close. Waiting for this call was torture in itself. He has me panting. Things have always been explosive between us. It looks like that hasn’t changed.

“That’s it, Bella, just like that. Nice and slow.” His praise has me edging that much closer. I feel a shiver down my spine as he growls, “Such a good girl. Go a little faster.”

This is definitely something I could get used to.

I don’t think and just do as he asks. I want him to call me a good girl again. God, this feels so good. I have never enjoyed touching myself this much before. Having Rex watch makes it so much better.

“You look so sexy, Bella. I can still taste you on my tongue.” I can hear the strain in his voice. This is affecting him as much as it is me.

“ S’il vous pla?t monsieur, puis-je en avoir d'autres ?” I ask nicely if I may have more of him. He used to love when I would beg him in French.

“ Bient?t, Ma Belle ,” he says. “Soon, beautiful, you’re making it hard to last. Watching your fingers move and hearing the noises you’re making is heaven. The only thing that would be better would be if I was there right now.”

I can feel myself getting closer. “Please, Rex, I can’t take much more.” My body tenses, getting ready for the incoming orgasm.

“Now, Ma Belle , insert your vibrator and turn it on low,” he instructs me.

“I should make you wait, but I can’t.” He angles his phone so I can see him stroking himself.

I see the muscles in his forearm moving, making his tattoos ripple, showing the restraint he is using to make himself last. I match the pace of his long slow strokes with my vibrator, imagining it’s him inside of me.

“Oh. My. God, Rex. I need to come.” The feeling of my vibrator and fingers mixed with seeing Rex touching himself is too much. I’m not ready for this to be over, but fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.

As if he can read my mind, he finally says, “Come for me, Ma Belle Marguerite. Let me hear you moan. Don’t hold back.”

Those are the magic words I needed. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Holy fuck! I can feel my muscles tightening around my vibrator, and my legs shake.

“That’s my good girl.” Rex’s voice sounds strained.

As I’m coming down from my high, I hear Rex let out a deep, guttural groan, and I look at my phone in time to see him come.

Taking my vibrator out because the sensation is too much, I’m unsure what to do now. I have never done this before. I place it beside me and look sheepishly at the phone to see what Rex is doing now.

Do we say good night and hang up or keep talking? Do I just go clean my toy and he does his thing? Do I thank him? No, that would be weird.

Before I can overthink this more, he answers my unspoken questions. “Let me get cleaned up quick. I’ll be right back. Wait for me.” Then all I see is the ceiling.

While he is gone, I take my vibrator to the shower to clean up tomorrow. I’m too tired for that now. Besides, I'm not sure how much longer my legs can hold me up. They feel like Jell-O that isn’t fully set.

When I get back to my bed, Rex is back and waiting for me, a content smile on his face as he lays in bed.

“Want to lie here and talk until we fall asleep?” I can hear the tiredness in his voice.

I try to keep the shock from his words off my face. Judging by his smirk, I don’t do a good job. “Sure, is this phone sex’s version of cuddling after?” I ask shyly.

He looks like he is trying not to laugh. “I guess so. I haven’t done this before, but I miss you already. I’m not ready to hang up just yet.”

I feel smug that I’m the only one that he has done this with. Maybe he really did miss me.

This man is making me forget that I need to take this slow and be careful. “I miss you, too.” Looking at his face on my phone doesn't feel real. I can't believe the man who broke my heart— the one I thought I’d lost—is the one I’m lying here looking at now.

“I wish I was lying there beside you.” He sighs. “I know I need to be patient, but watching you like that is hard.” I can see the sadness in his eyes and feel another piece of the wall around my heart break away.

“My parents are supposed to take the kids one weekend soon. Maybe we can do an overnight. But don't forget, we are taking this slow. It isn't a relationship.” I need to guard myself. I can’t handle more heartbreak, and he still has some explaining to do.

He has a huge smile. “I absolutely cannot wait. I will take whatever you will give me. I will win you over in time.” His sadness has disappeared, and I see a bit of the old happy Rex in his eyes again.

“Settle down, Casanova. We don't know for sure yet when my parents are taking the kids.” Did I just bite off more than I can chew?

“Were the twins surprised to see you home early?” He changes the subject, thankfully.

“Yes, they were, and they are very excited that I’m going to be able to spend more time with them at home. This transition has been hard for them, but they've been doing really well, considering.” It feels so natural to talk like this with him.

Rex looks mischievous. “How do you think they would like coming to stay in the mansion while you work for me? It would be more convenient for everyone if we did that, and we wouldn't have to worry about someone being with the kids, since I always have staff here.”

There is no way he just thought this up. “How did this go from a video booty call to you asking me to move my children into your house when they don't even know who you are?” I ask incredulously. This man cannot be serious.

“I know it sounds crazy and seems like a lot, but you would basically be my live-in assistant. Besides, if you live here, the kids would have to live here too. You’d have your own wing where you used to stay when we were teens.

” He continues before I can interject. “They don't need to know about any relationship we had in the past or any we have right now until you’re ready. As far as they are concerned, I would just be your boss,” he states matter-of-factly.

Yes, he has definitely been thinking about this and waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Of course, he waits until right now when I’m not thinking 100% clearly.

Frustrated, I remind him, “Rex, you can't just spring these things on me. I need time to think about it and how I would present it to my kids. I know it seems simple to you, but they’re children who are very intelligent. We need to be careful.” I sigh.

It’s obvious that he hasn’t spent much time around children.

They are way more insightful than most give them credit for.

“Well, I kind of hinted at it earlier, but I didn't think it was a good idea to bring it up right then after everything that had just happened at the hospital. I wanted to make sure you were feeling better before we talked about it.” His voice sounds sincere.

Sighing, it is my turn to change the subject.

“I guess since I have a new boss and job, I’ll need to figure out a new wardrobe.

I highly doubt scrubs are required.” My clothes are old and shabby as I haven’t bought anything but scrubs for myself in forever.

I’m sure being an assistant to whatever his title is now requires me to look the part. That part is not cheap and homeless.

“You could show up to work in your birthday suit, and I would love that. Although, thinking about it, I would have to kill anybody who looked at you, so maybe don't do that. You can wear anything you want except your birthday suit.” He sounds angry by the time he is done with his little rant.

God, this man will be the death of me ! “I will not show up naked. Don’t worry. I don’t even know where to show up.” I don’t know if he has an office or works from home. Is home still the same place or did he get his own place?

“I’ll give you all the information tomorrow, Ma Belle . For now, get some rest. You’ve had a long day.” He snuggles into his blankets and smiles at me, and my heart betrays me with a little flutter.