He doesn’t want this to be a secret.But he’s offering it anyway. And it’s a relatively selfless offer for someone in his shoes. Matt’s the one who will have to work to keep anything a secret. Not me, really. I don’t have fans. No one cares what I’m doing every day.
But if we date publiclythey might.
I look at Matt’s eyes. His lips and nose. Those little scars that now make sense. I almost decide to give in and just agree to a date. I really like him too. Maybe even more so because of how he handled today. But I don’t think I can handle the attention. So maybe keeping it on the “DL” would be the best of both worlds. And honestly? Hanging out in secret sounds kind of hot.
“So like confidential fuck buddies?” I ask him.
Matt smiles and shakes his head, a low laugh slipping out in the process. “I never know what’s going to come out of here,” he tells me, reaching up to swipe a thumb over my lower lip.
“Is that a good thing?”
He nods and looks at my mouth.All of a sudden Matt drops my hand and grabs my waist with both of his. In one quick move I’m lifted and turned, then deposited on his lap facing him. He keeps his hands firmly on my waist as I reorient myself and find that I’m straddling him with my knees resting outside his hips.
Matt squeezes me. “Sorry, wanted to see your face better.” He says it gently, a soft contrast to the abrupt change in position I just experienced. He keeps eye contact with me as he rests back against the couch. I watch his eyes shift from my eyes down to my lips. Then back up. “Can I kiss you?”
I dip my chin and see Matt visibly sag in relief. He sits up and slides a hand around my neck, pulling me gently to meet his mouth in a soft kiss. I sigh at that contact and relax into him,tentatively offering a deeper kiss with a tilt of my head. Matt angles me further with his hand tangled in my hair and starts to kiss me in earnest.
I think I’d be happy just being Matt’skissbuddy. His skilled tongue traces mine like there’s no rush at all. Nowhere else to be but right here, with me.
I break away and rest my forehead on his, slowing my breathing. “So you’re gonna be my?—”
“Confidential fuck buddy?” he says with a smile I feel against my own. He pulls my head back with a gentle tug of my hair so we’re face-to-face. I watch his smile fade as he licks his bottom lip, his gaze jumping from my eyes to my mouth and back. “If you’ll let me, Ellie.”
I think there would be a public riot if anyone knew I wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this. Who wouldn’t want to have regular sex with someone this hot? Someone this…charming. And apparently also rich and kind of famous.Ugh.
He did say secret though. And I don’t think he would offer that if he didn’t mean it. I’m still trying to talk myself into it when an alarm goes off. Matt closes his eyes and then uses the hand not in my hair to maneuver a phone out of his back pocket. He looks at it for a moment before silencing it and setting it down on the couch next to us.
“Time for you to go?” I ask him.
He takes his time nodding, reluctant to give me confirmation. It’s probably for the best. I need to figure out if this is what I want without his tempting presence right in front of me. It’s hard to say no to ice cream when it’s shoved in your face. Impossible when Matt Anderson himself is offering it to you. And now I have an image of a naked Matt feeding me ice cream…
“So, can I call my confidential fuck buddy later?” Matt asks me with a sly grin, breaking me out of my dirty thoughts.
I blush at the fading image in my head and feign a glare. “Are you ever going to forget I said that?”
“No, ma’am.”
I watch as Matt grabs his phone again and types on it for a minute. He holds it up to show me a new contact:Confidential Fuck Buddy. The number is blank.
I roll my eyes. “Give me that.”
Matt’s eyes twinkle as he hands it over. I quickly type my phone number in and save it, handing it back to him.
“What’s my contact name going to be in your phone?”
I get up from his lap and grab my phone from the kitchen counter. “Can you call me real quick?”
He complies and I see an unknown number pop up on my phone. I reject the call and open the contact, typing out my chosen name for him. Matt gets up from the couch and wanders to me, peering at the screen from over my shoulder.
“How’s that?” I angle the phone so he can see better. I crane my neck to look up at him behind me. Matt glances at it and nods, taking the phone from my hand and setting it on the counter next to us. He gently pushes my hips back until they bump into the granite and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“You can expect a call from Clark Kent, okay?”
He waits until I nod to release my hips and step away, turning to head to the door. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I hear it click shut behind him.
I wish Matt was still just an attractive, superhero-y stranger I met at the bar, but I’m pretty sure he just left to go get ready for his nationally televised hockey game. And not even the promise of seeing those quads in action on TV is enough to get me to watch one of those.
CHAPTER TWELVE
