Page 28 of Secrets We Fight

“Damn. You’re so tight.”

“Don’t you worry. You’re going to fit nice and snug. Now, I thought we had to hurry?”

Rhett slipped his finger out and then went back in with two. “I really wish we didn’t have to. I want to take my time with you.”

“But we can’t,” I panted.

“But we can’t,” he agreed.

Getting more lube, he coated his latex-covered shaft and then stepped fully behind me. I spread my legs even farther, and he nudged his tip against me. Slowly, he slid in, and my entire body ignited. My hand grasped my aching cock, and I pumped it. I needed to come so badly, and since we were in a hurry, I didn’t waste any time as I worked myself while Rhett slid to the hilt.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped.

“So do you, baby boy.”

He held on to my sides as his hips rocked into me and his pace quickened. With one hand on the wall, I braced myself and continued to slide my other hand up and down my shaft. My knees felt as though they might buckle, but I stayed strong, riding the high he was providing.

“You gonna come for me?” he asked.

I nodded and breathed out, “Yeah.”

“Let go, then.”

Within seconds, I moaned my release as I milked myself. My toes curled, and I could have fucking sworn I saw stars. With a few more thrusts, Rhett stilled and groaned his release. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave our private moment and face the day.

As he pulled out of me, I wished things were different. That we could crawl back into my bed and forget school and the Secret Service and all the shit that came with it. I wanted to take his hand and walk with him outside. I wanted to grab the snow that had recently started falling since the season had changed and make snowballs to toss at him. To have a friendly competition before I raced over and kissed the shit out of him.

But none of that could happen.

I wouldn’t say I was feeling melancholy about the sex we just had, but in the wake of it, reality hit me because I knew as soon as we stepped out of the steamy shower, Rhett was no longer just Rhett.

He was Agent Davis.

“Hey.” He lifted my chin. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I grabbed my shampoo and squirted it into my palm.

“Something is wrong.”

“I just don’t want this”—I waved my hand between us—“to end right now.”

He lifted his brow. “It’s not ending.”

“I just mean returning to reality.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I get it, but we’ll be together after class and tomorrow morning and every morning that follows. With my shift starting an hour before you have to leave for school, we can make thatourtime.”

“I want all the time, Rhett.” I lathered my hair.

“Me too.” He cupped my cheeks. “But I’m willing to make this work if you are.”

“Of course, I am.”

“Good.” He kissed me quickly. “Now, finish getting ready so you’re not late.”

“I can’t wait for winter break. Then we won’t have to rush off to class.” I tilted my head back under the spray and rinsed the shampoo out.

Rhett said nothing, and when I straightened my head, he was looking down at the tiled floor.