A Mutually Beneficial Secret: A Spicy Secret Office Relationship RomCom (The Unexpected Book 3), page 14
Who is this man, and where is the light-hearted and patient man I’ve been getting to know? Just kidding. I don’t really care. I’m too damned curious about the sexy beast stalking toward me with an intent in his eyes that I’m not sure how to read but sure the hell thrilled to see.
The rise and fall of my chest quickens, and my knees tremble next to each other.
“Get on the bed, Piper. Move close to the headboard and spread your arms out.” His demand is fuel to an already raging inferno inside of my body.
Nobody has ever talked to me like this in bed. Nobody has ever tied my hands. Nobody has nearly made me come just from words.
Nobody until Colin.
Holy hell. I am so screwed.
Without hesitation, I do as he says and wrap my fingers around the wooden slats behind me. Colin walks to the left side of the bed, using the red scarf first. I watch his every move as he reaches down to my shoulder, leaves a burning trail of ecstasy along my arm with his fingers, then wraps the soft material around my wrist before securing it to the headboard.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
The question surprises me considering his demeanor just a moment ago, but I still nod in reply.
He leans over the bed and captures my lips. “I need words, Piper.”
“Yes, it’s okay,” I whisper with his face still close to mine.
He kisses me once more, and I reach over with my right hand to hold him to me, but he’s gone before I can grab on to him.
There’s a wicked smile on his face as he walks to the other side of the bed. I cross my ankles, pressing my legs tighter together, trying to ease the buildup growing inside me.
I don’t see him move closer, but suddenly, he’s whispering in my ear, “Be grateful you don’t have a footboard that I can tie your ankles to as well.”
Shit, he needs to stop speaking and start acting right the fuck now.
Between the alcohol, his voice, my neediness, and everything he’s already doing, I’m so close to slipping over the edge. The need to do so is nearing painful.
Then, I ask a question that I only have the courage to ask because of the whiskey still racing through me. “Are you a Dom? Do I have to call you Sir?”
His chuckle runs through me as if the sound physically touches my skin and sets me on fire. “No to both questions, but I do like to think outside the proverbial box. Often.”
The slight wave of disappointment that hits me shocks the hell out of my mind. I’m not this woman. I’m not adventurous, or a sex fiend, or…a submissive. Why would his answer make me frown?
Maybe I don’t really know myself and Colin is about to show me what I’ve been missing out on all these years of being reserved.
After securing my other wrist, he walks to the front of the bed and disappears from sight when he bends down. I watch until he stands again, rolling a condom onto his hard, much-too-big cock.
Air presses down on me and the need to bring my arms down hits me hard, except I can’t and I’m not sure yet how that makes me feel.
Colin spreads my legs, then grabs each ankle, gently pulling me forward until my body is taut. My skin feels like it’s near melting temperature, and he’s barely even touched me.
“See why I like to do things differently, my little bird? Nothing crazy or rough or torturous, but adventurous if you’re willing,” Colin says as he moves onto the bed.
“Yep. Willing participant right here,” I pant. I just need him to freaking touch me so I can ignite properly.
He bends down, and I lose sight of his head from my position, but the feel of his tongue dragging up my pussy is not something I could miss.
My hips lift on their own, forcing his tongue closer to where I need it, and I cry out from the not-quite relief.
Just when I think he’s going to pull back to draw things out, Colin’s mouth covers my clit and sucks hard.
The one action has me falling hard and screaming. My thighs tighten around his head, and I hear the creak of wood behind me when my arms attempt to flail.
The bite of pain at my wrist only adds to the ecstasy racing through my body as Colin continues to ravage my pussy.
Once the wave of the orgasm dies down, he lifts his head, but before he can say anything, I mutter a “thank you” without any shame.
He chuckles, grabbing both of my hips with his hands. “We’re just getting started, love.”
Before I can ask what’s next, he answers the unspoken question by lifting my legs and rubbing his cock against my clit. “Don’t forget to relax or I won’t be able to get in that tight cunt of yours.”
I glare at him. “How am I supposed to relax when you’re doing that?”
Colin crawls over me, and I keep my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips press against mine, and he gently strokes the skin around my neck and collarbone with the tips of his fingers until I feel like I’m melting into the bed.
His tongue demands entrance into my mouth, and I’m shocked when I’m not repulsed by my own taste. As Colin continues to kiss me deeply and drag his fingers over my over-sensitized skin, I finally feel his dick sliding into me.
That sneaky Brit. Though, I really have no reason to complain. I’m getting what I so desperately needed.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take nearly as long this time as the first. Within a minute, Colin is fully seated inside me, moving more fluidly and already beginning to work me up again.
He rises up, using his arms for support while his hips do all the work down lower. His gaze traps mine, and I can’t look away from him while he pounds into me, soft yet firm and full of powerful emotions.
His eyes are like a window into his soul, and he’s not even trying to hide the feelings he’s showing me through his acts of tenderness and patience.
As my thoughts begin to spiral, so do my own emotions, and the walls of my pussy are starting to clamp down around him.
“Not yet, little bird. I’m not done showing you how good this can be.” He moves me higher up onto the bed until my head is nearly touching the headboard.
My arms are thankful for the relief of pressure I hadn’t even been noticing, but before I can enjoy the relief for too long, Colin pulls out of me, then quickly flips me over until I’m resting on my knees and gripping the wooden slats with my now-crossed arms.
“Are you okay like that?” he asks, voice thick and grumbly.
I nod my head, then add a “yes” when I remember he likes words, not gestures.
His palm smacks my ass. “Good.”
Colin runs a finger between my cheeks, then parts my folds before entering me again.
My head drops down, and I hold on for dear life as he pounds into me like a king owning his queen. One of his hands grips my hair, and I’m forced to look up, causing my back to arch more.
“Feels so fucking good being inside you,” he mutters, and I badly wish I could see his face.
This position has him driving deeper inside me. I didn’t think that was even possible after the first time we had sex.
I’m dripping for him and can feel the wetness trailing down my thighs as my next orgasm builds bigger and faster than the one prior.
“Oh, hell,” I grunt, resting my head against the headboard. “Nearly there.”
“I’m well aware, love.” I can hear the confident grin in his voice as his speed increases. I’m helpless to do anything other than hold on for dear life and hope I don’t die from the fierce energy ripping through my body right now.
Colin’s hold on my hair and hip gets tighter, and little grunts sound from the back of his throat, telling me my orgasm will likely push him over the edge.
I push back against him, sending his cock further inside me, then cry out, as my body succumbs to the shudders taking over. Unable to hold on to the headboard, my face falls into the pillow below and captures my screams of ecstasy.
All sense of awareness for my surroundings is gone for at least a minute until I feel a tug at my awkwardly twisted wrists.
When I manage to turn my head, Colin is getting the first scarf off, and I can see his condom-covered dick resting against the comforter. The protection might be filled with cum, but that man is still more than half hard. Yet, there’s no way I can do all that again.
He moves to the other side and undoes the final restraint, but I don’t move. I just let my arms sink into the bed and groan. “I’m never going to be able to walk again.”
His soft chuckle carries through the room. “Yes, you are. Maybe just a little crooked for a day or two, though.”
He’s still laughing as he heads toward the bathroom. Then, I manage to roll over and say, “This better not happen every time or we’re only having sex on Fridays.”
Colin stops in the doorway and winks. “You better have a proper conversation with your vagina and tell her to get used to the attention, because once a week might not be enough—” he glances down, “—for him.”
I throw an arm over my face and groan. Mostly because he’s right. Once a week isn’t enough for either of us. I can’t deny this man, even if I should.
Work be damned, I feel too good to walk away from him now.
Chapter Twenty-Two
LITTLE BIRD
Colin
The next morning, the sun is up, and I swear I hear the birds singing. Even if the sound is in my head, I couldn’t care less. When I look over and see Piper’s angelic face on the pillow next to me, my chest expands, and a grin grows on my face.
My arm is draped over her as she sleeps on her back. I gently lift up and roll to the edge of the bed. Once I’m on my feet, I glance back and see she’s still sound asleep, which is unsurprising, given how much we drank last night. Damn, it was worth every drop of burning whiskey down my throat.
She had been so open and carefree while we played the ridiculous yet eye-opening card game. Then, in bed? Bloody hell, I’ve never had better sex.
I grab my boxer briefs from the floor, and when I’m nearly done putting them on, my ankle rolls and I crash into the dresser. My hands catch me, but slam into an open laptop. A quick look back finds Piper still sleeping soundly. Though, I’m not sure how.
I give the dresser a once-over to make sure I didn’t ruin any of the items she has on there, like a few pictures of her and her friends and the candles placed between them. I slide a few things back into place, then notice her laptop screen is now on, open to the beginning of a chapter.
My eyes cast over the words, and before I know it, I’m reaching to scroll down on the screen to find out what happens next. Except, I stop myself when I remember what Piper told me last night.
She likes to write. This could be her own words and not something from work. Continuing feels like an invasion of privacy, a line I shouldn’t cross. Though, I can’t deny I really want to know what happens next.
Her work, if my assumption is right, is damn good. She should be proud of what she has here. I don’t know if she would be okay with me saying so, though. Hell, I don’t even know if she’ll remember telling me her secret last night.
If she does, maybe I’ll ask about the woman in the woods being hunted by a wolf. Her fear felt so tangible on the pages that even my own spiked.
I double-check everything is back where it was on the dresser, then head downstairs to cook breakfast. That is, if I can find everything that I need to make some omelets or maybe even French toast.
When I enter the kitchen, I quietly open as many cabinets as it takes to find what I need. Bread, cinnamon, syrup, pans, milk, and eggs are all sitting on the counter next to the stove as I get the burner turned on.
I make four slices of French toast first, followed by some scrambled eggs, a last-minute addition in case she hates French toast for some reason.
Once I have both plates served, I snag the syrup and remember we’ll need something to drink. I put everything down and check the fridge again. She has a few bottles of water on the bottom shelf, so I grab two, shoving them under my arms then grabbing the other items again.
Carefully, I make my way back up the stairs and find Piper sitting up in bed. “I was one second from coming down there until I heard you coming up the stairs,” she says with a groan and a rub of her stomach.
Before I hand her plate over, I lean forward and capture her lips. “Good morning, little bird.”
Her brows furrow, and she steals the food from my hand. “Good morning and thank you, but also why do you call me that now?”
I grin and get settled on the bed with her before answering. “The way you keep yourself guarded reminds me of how a bird keeps its wings close, but when they’re ready to soar, those feathers unfurl into something so beautiful. Just how I see you, especially after getting to know you better last night.”
She blushes and stares hard at her food. “Okay. I wasn’t expecting that.”
I chuckle. “A little too much this early in the day?”
Piper finally looks up, and there’s a small smile on her face. “Maybe.” She takes her first bite of French toast and moans. “Holy hell, this is delicious. Why is it so good?”
“I could lie and say because I’m an amazing cook, but I don’t want future expectations to be too high. It’s more likely because you’re hungover from the whiskey.” I can still smell the alcohol on me, and as much as I don’t want to leave Piper, I’m ready to shower and change.
She sighs and takes another bite, then says, “There was a lot of drinking last night.”
“Do you have any regrets?” I ask with a raised brow. My stomach churns waiting for her answer.
“Not a one.” She grins. “Do you?”
I let out a relieved sigh. “Nope.”
We eat in comfortable silence until she drops her fork, and it clatters onto the glass plate. “Uh, I might have one regret.”
Hesitantly, I ask, “What would that be?”
“I told you something I’ve never told anyone else before,” she says quietly and without looking at me.
“About your writing? You have nothing to be embarrassed about there. The joy on your face as you talked about it is something everyone should experience in their lifetime,” I say sincerely. “Don’t ever feel like you have to hide who you are around me or anyone else.”
With her sudden uncertainty, I’m tempted not to tell her what I saw on her laptop, but I don’t want there to be any lies between us. Not when we already have so many other obstacles to overcome if things for us are going to work.
As she moves the eggs around on her plate, I finally add, “I have something I should tell you.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, a bit of hope inside them. “A dark secret to share?”
My head shakes and I keep my smile small. “Not exactly. When I was getting dressed this morning, I bumped into your dresser and knocked some things around. Your laptop might have turned on and I might have read some of the words there.”
She flicks her gaze to the screen, then back to me. “No.” Then, her shoulders go rigid and the color drains from her cheeks.
I reach a hand to her and offer a small squeeze. “I stopped when I realized it might not be something from work. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but I was sucked in and still wish I could read more. I haven’t lied to you, and I don’t intend to start now, so when I say this, I want you to know I’m telling the truth.”
I pause, waiting for her to give any inclination that she’d rather I just shut the hell up, but when her eyes peek up at me, waiting and full of trepidation, I continue, “Those words are bloody brilliant, little bird. In just a few paragraphs, you made me feel every emotion that Ember was as she ran through that forest and the need to know what happens to her next is ridiculously strong. Even now.”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head while her hands grip her knees through the comforter over her legs. “I’ve literally never told anyone in the entire world that I like to write before last night. Well, not unless you count the squirrel that used to frequent my backyard. I just do it for fun and as a stress reliever.”
I lean forward and cup her cheek. “Thank you for allowing me to be the first human to know. That means a lot to me. And I’m sorry if my reading those words upset you, but now that I know…I’d really like to read more. Whenever you’re ready.”
Piper’s cheeks blush and she tries to turn away, but I force her to look back at me.
“Seriously. You’re very talented. If you haven’t already, I hope you finish that book. Ember deserves to have her story told.”
“You really think so?” she asks, eyes wide and bright.
I press my lips to hers for a brief second. “I know so.” I grab her plate and pile it on top of mine. “I’ll let you get up while I take these downstairs to clean up the mess, then I’ll head home.”
Piper glances at the clock and lightly covers her mouth with her hand. “Charlie! He’s been alone all night.”
“And he’s perfectly fine. He has a litter box and a mound of food he probably hardly touched. I promise,” I say solemnly.
“Next time, maybe you can bring him here,” she replies, and my heart soars.
I didn’t cross a line big enough to push her away. She said “next time,” and I’m going to hold on to that promise until it comes to fruition, which I bloody hope is before next Friday.
After I do the dishes and clean up my mess from breakfast—much to Piper’s dismay—I leave her with a branding kiss while keeping her pinned against the wall by the front door.
Our tongues are even more acquainted, and her chest is heaving by the time I say my goodbyes. With a bright smile on my face, I walk down the block to my car and hop in. Within a couple minutes, I’m home and Sir Charles is screaming at me from the kitchen.
When I walk inside from the garage, he’s on the counter and pawing at his wet food bowl that’s nearly to the edge of the counter.
“You do realize that you’re not actually royalty, right? There is still more than half of your food left in the bowl down there. I don’t even want to hear your complaints,” I say while reaching into the cabinet to get the spoiled furball exactly what he wants.
