L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

deep, his wet tongue pulling something out of the very core of me. He pushed his ngers
into me until they couldn’t go any deeper, and as his other hand pressed my thighs
open, pleasure ignited every ber of my body. He sensed all the energy building inside
me.
“Holy shit,” I said, almost afraid of what was about to happen, like it was all going to
be too much, and that’s when the white hotness shot through me, forcing my hips higher,
his cue to take over, pushing my hand away, kissing and licking me with vigor. The rush
was so strong, it made me feel like I had to hold on to something, anything, for dear
life.
“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod” was all I could muster, writhing on the slippery table,
not caring if I crashed over the side, dizzy with bliss. He clutched me, holding everything
very still, until he could tell I was coming down o from the precipice. And when my
orgasm subsided, he gently wiped his face on the inside of my thighs.
“That was … wow … really strong, Cassie. I could feel it.”
“Yes. It was,” I said, inging my arm over my forehead like I’d just woken from a
dream.
“Wanna do it again?”
I laughed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that again.”
He peeled himself o me, grabbed a couple of towels from below the table and soaked
them for a few seconds in warm water at the sink by the fridge.
“Oh, you will.”
“Where’d they find you?” I asked, slowly sitting up.
“Who?”
I let my legs dangle over the side of the table as he returned to me and began gently
cleaning the stickiness off me with a warm towel. “The women from S.E.C.R.E.T.”
“I’m not allowed to say, unless you become a member.”
He brought the other towel to my face and hands. He was thorough and gentle at the
same time.
“Do you have kids?” I asked, out of nowhere.
There was a long pause. “I have … a son. We’re doing too much talking, Cassie.”
I could totally picture his son, a little boy who looked exactly like him but with bigger
cheeks and no tattoos.
“Do they pay you to do this?”
He was wiping my arms, the towel turning over the soft skin on my wrists. “ ’Course
not. They don’t need to pay me to do what I just did. I’d do that for you anytime.”
“So what’s in it for you?”
He stopped then, my hand in the towel. He looked sternly into my face for a few
seconds. “You really don’t know, do you.”
“Know what?”
“How beautiful you are.”
I was speechless, my heart near to bursting. I had no choice but to believe him. He
seemed so sincere. He nished wiping me and then tossed the dirty towels over his
shoulder. He plucked his hoodie o the oor. He passed me my clothes and we both got