“Marley, are you really okay?” I whispered.
She nodded and quickly left the bathroom. I found that odd and had a feeling this was something I should keep to myself. The way she’d asked me not to tell anyone, I assumed she meant Mal too.
Touching up my lipstick, I returned to the table where the talk had turned to parties and fundraising events. I looked across at Marley, trying to gain her attention, but her eyes were on her husband, and she looked pained for most of the night.
I wish I could have just told her I wouldn’t tell anyone what she told me.
“You’ve been quiet tonight,” Mal said later that night in the hotel room as he trailed kisses down my neck to my collarbone. This was the man I had trusted with my heart and soul since we were ten years old, but I knew this was not something I could tell him.
“I’m tired, that’s all.” I put on a smile for his benefit. My words sounded empty, lying naked in bed with him.
“Too tired for this?” he asked as his finger trailed over my hardened nipples, across my belly, and between my thighs.
A moan escaped my lips when he slid a finger inside me. I wanted to say yes, I was too tired, too fucking tired to make sense of the evening we’d just had, but all I could do was gasp, my body opening treacherously as another finger joined the one still in me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered in my ear. “Wet, ready, mine.”
His wicked words took their effect as I cried out, my back arching off the bed until his fingers sank deeper.
Soon, his mouth replaced his fingers, and his tongue played me expertly.
“Mal, fuck.” My hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. His tongue slid over my clit, over and over again, pushing me over the edge before I could protest any further.
He trailed kisses all the way back up to my mouth, and the taste of me on his lips drove me crazy.
“Now,” I begged as he slid his thick cock against my thighs.
“How badly do you want this, baby?”
“Mal,” I pleaded. I wanted him so deep in me I had no room for thoughts of anything else.
He growled when he sank into me, his cock stretching my walls. “You feel as good as the first day I fucked you.” He threw his head back, pulled out, then slammed into me, filling me to the hilt. I groaned, arching my back.
“Fuck me, Mal.” My voice sounded hoarse, desperate, needy. I wanted this man like I needed air.
He wasn’t gentle. He fucked me until I was writhing beneath him, then he rode my orgasm until my cries were echoing off the walls.
“Take my cum, baby,” he growled out as he thrust into me harder, releasing in me seconds later.
All thoughts of Marley and the evening were long forgotten.
ChapterTen
Alyssa
Present Day
We were in his office again. Luke insisted I look at him when he was speaking to me, promising I could look out of the window if I so chose after he’d said what he had to. I could give him that much after what he had done for me.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He looked startled but smiled at me, a genuine bright kind of smile.
“I saw Gracie,” he said.
I hadn’t heard her name in months, seen her smile when she hugged me in the morning, or heard her laugh when I said something outrageous for the mother of a teenager.
He’d seen my baby.
