Page 61 of Secrets We Fight

“Everything okay?” Day asked.

“Yeah,” Rhett replied as we started up the stairs. “I’ll fill you in later. Fallon needs to cool off for a bit. We found out some info about the guy in Atlantic City and his tie to Finnegan.”

“Shit. Okay. Let me know.”

Once we got to the top of the stairs, Rhett said to me, “You need to have whoever manages your money do a credit check to make sure there aren’t other accounts.”

“Right.” I blew out a breath. “What the fuck is Finn thinking?”

“Addictions are real. He needs help.”

“Yeah.”

We walked into my room, and Rhett closed and locked the door. I tilted my head slightly as I wondered why he had locked it.

“Pull your pants down,” he ordered.

“Wha … what?”

Rhett licked his lips. “Seeing you stand up for yourself was fucking hot, baby boy. Now, pull your pants down and let me make you come so we both feel better.”

I gulped. He couldn’t be serious, could he? We were in the White House.

My heart was still pounding after my confrontation with my brother, and seeing the look in Rhett’s heated gaze, another part of me was definitely pumping.

He kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly took a step forward and dropped to his knees. “I said take off your pants,” he growled, and unhooked my belt.

Looking deep into Rhett’s ocean-blue eyes, I held his stare while helping him pull my dress pants down and free my dick.

He licked his lips again and leaned forward before barely grazing his mouth against my tip.

“Fuck,” I moaned, raking my fingers through his hair.

“That’s just the beginning tease, baby boy,” he murmured, one hand going to my hardening shaft as the other cradled my aching balls.

His rough hands were like heaven against my body, and my hips met the rhythm of his hand pumping my cock.

“Yeah, that’s it, show me how much you want this. How much youneedthis,” he rumbled before trailing his tongue down the thick vein of my length.

“I do need this,” I managed to breathe as he wrapped his plump lips around the head of my dick.

His tongue moved with the bobbing of his head, taking me almost to the hilt. All the while his stare stayed locked on mine. Fuck, there was nothing hotter than seeing him engulf me before pulling back and jerking my cock coated with his spit.

He dove back in and sucked me harder.

“Your mouth feels so good,” I murmured, and guided him in the same tempo as my hips. “Will you let me come down your throat?”

His strangled response reverberated around my shaft as he nodded.

“Fuck, Rhett. Fuck,” I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his tongue did wicked things to me.

I was so close.

As if he knew how near I was to erupting, he lifted his free hand between my legs. His fingers worked quickly, trailing the sensitive skin leading up to my puckered hole. I braced myself against the wall as my knees started to shake.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, and a few seconds later, my body jerked as I unloaded into his sinful mouth.

Rhett closed his eyes briefly as he swallowed, taking every last drop, then he stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing the back of my neck. He tugged me to him, and our lips met, tongues intertwined as I tasted my own saltiness as we kissed.