Dirty Little Secret (Forbidden Desires #1)

Emma

As I watched Gavin take another sip of chilled pinot grigio, a sense of euphoria washed over me. I had no idea he had it in him to plan something so extravagant.

And against all odds, I was falling for this man, for his dominant personality, sexy attitude, and even sexier physique. He was a high-maintenance man, unlike anyone I’d ever been around before. At times, he was such a hard-ass, so demanding and intense. Other times, it was like he was my own personal Prince Charming, taking me away on a helicopter, making sure I’d eaten, and telling me I was beautiful. It was all so dizzying.

This certainly felt like more than we’d agreed to. I was supposed to accompany him to business dinners and charity events, not be whisked away for romantic afternoons at his favorite vineyard.

“Forgive me. I wasn’t thinking,” he said.

“What?”

“You don’t really drink and I’ve brought you to a vineyard. It’s not my smoothest moment.”

Smiling, I leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. “Are you kidding? I love it here.”

And I loved this side of Gavin even more. He was being so real and vulnerable, sharing a piece of himself with me.

Despite my heart’s warning, despite the alarm bells ringing in my head, I was developing real feelings for this man. Briefly, I wondered if I should end this—demand that he and his brother release me from this strange arrangement, and go off on my own to collect myself before I made a horrendous mistake. But the other half of me knew it was already too late. I was Gavin’s, like it or not.

Yet there was something I needed to get off my chest, something that had been weighing on my mind all morning. Turning toward Gavin, I gathered my thoughts.

“What is it?” he asked, ever intuitive as he stroked his thumb over the line creasing my forehead.

“I’ve given it some thought, and I don’t feel right about this arrangement anymore.”

This time, Gavin’s brows drew together. “You don’t enjoy your time with me?”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

I shook my head. “It’s not that. I just . . . this feels more like a date, not work. I would be here with you just because you asked, even if it weren’t for the money, and I don’t feel right keeping it.”

His posture relaxed. “Fine. And for the record, this is a date, Emma.”

“Oh.” Now I felt stupid for not knowing the difference. Of course this was a date. He’d arranged for a private helicopter ride and wine tasting. But I was glad he knew where I stood.

Gavin leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “And what about Cooper?” he asked, moving a lock of hair behind my shoulder.

“What about him?”

Gavin shrugged. “Just trying to understand where this all stands.”

Taking a deep breath, I shifted closer to Gavin, enjoying this softer side of him. Did this mean he wanted me all to himself? “Cooper and I are friends. You and I are . . . more, I hope.”

“More.” The word rolled off his tongue so quickly, I couldn’t tell if he meant it as a question or as a statement.

“I think my days as an escort are behind me,” I said.

“Fair enough. But if I should need a date for an event?” he asked, his tone playful.

“Then I guess you’ll have to ask me and see.” Our conversation had me feeling mischievous, like I’d won some power back in this exchange.

“So, you and Cooper never . . .”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Even when he lured you to his place and got you naked in his tub?” Gavin raised one dark brow at me.

Cooper had hardly lured me. I’d been so confused back then, so desperate for attention as I ping-ponged between these two men. The truth was I’d drank too much and had made a fool of myself.

Stalling, I took a sip of my wine. “He washed my hair. That was all.”

Gavin seemed pleased by my response, drawing my chin up and bringing his mouth to mine. “My fingers are the only ones that have been inside you?”

I nodded.

“That makes me very happy, Emma.”

Gavin set his wineglass on the little cocktail table that separated us, and did the same with mine. Leaning close, he brought his mouth to my neck.

“What about the staff? Won’t Cecily be back to check on us?” I asked.

“Hmm. Don’t care,” he murmured against my throat. “Want you.”

He peppered my neck in soft kisses while his large palms roamed over my bare legs. While we kissed, he drew me up so we were both standing. I brought my arms around him, my breasts aching at the contact of his firm chest.

Finally, his mouth captured mine in an urgent kiss. It was electric. Raw. Molten. His tongue moved expertly against mine, sending my blood spiraling through my veins.

Sliding his hand along the hem of my shorts, Gavin’s deft fingers made contact with my panties, sending a spark of electricity skittering through my veins. “Hang on tight. This is going to be fast.”

I didn’t know what he meant at first until he breached my underwear and pushed two fingers inside me, making my breath catch.

“Gavin . . .” I whimpered, holding on for dear life.

He kissed me again, seemingly oblivious to my intense pleasure. Even his fingers were big—I couldn’t imagine what the rest of him might be like.

As he sent me racing toward climax within minutes, I clutched Gavin’s shoulders for support, rocking my hips into his hand and kissing him like my very life depended on it. Working myself against him, I felt the huge ridge in his pants pressing insistently into my hip, the only thing that signaled his excitement.

I came undone quickly and without warning.

“Gavin!” I cried out, my body quaking around his fingers.

“That’s it. So beautiful.” He pulled back a fraction to watch me.

Rather than feel self-conscious like the old me would have done, I reveled in his attention, dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes closed as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had washed over me.

When it was through, Gavin withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean, and my vaginal muscles clenched again at the lust-filled look in his eyes.

“So perfect,” he murmured.

Before I had time to wonder if he was going to let me touch him this time, Gavin growled, “Take out my cock.”

Pulling back an inch so I could see his eyes, I felt confusion washed over me. “What do you want?”

“What do you want, Emma?”

My gaze wandered toward the wall of windows that were only feet away, and though Gavin seemed to have no issues with public displays as I recalled from the limo, I also knew somehow that he’d want our first time to be more private.

“Well, I don’t think you’re going to fuck me . . .”

“You’re correct about that.”

My hand gripped his firm erection. It felt huge and insistent. “Then I’d like to please you with my mouth.” The words surprised me. It seemed Gavin was turning me into a sexual creature with each passing day we spent together.

“That would make me very happy.”

I slid to the floor in front of him, balancing on my knees, ignoring the way the wooden floor bit into my skin. Lowering the zipper to his pants, I found him already hard and nearly bursting through the fabric of his black boxer briefs. I ran my palm against him, appreciating his size.

Gavin looked down, smirking at me. “You don’t have to be so delicate with me.”

Okay, then. When I tugged his pants and boxers down his hips, his cock sprang free and bobbed enticingly in front of me.

He was massive—a thick shaft and a wide tip, and well-groomed to complete the most perfect package I had ever seen.

Testing him, I bought my mouth forward and swirled my tongue across the blunt tip of him.

A small grunt of approval in the back of his throat urged me deeper.

Gripping the last several inches I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I stroked him firmly.

“Take all of it.”

Pulling back, I met his eyes. “I can’t, sir.”

“I know that. But watching you try is precious, pet.” He stroked my hair, taking himself in hand and bringing his wide tip to my lips.

I opened, obeying his command, and Gavin slid several inches deeper. Breathing through my nose, I battled with myself to accept him.

Finally, he slid deeper, rewarding me with a soft groan. “Fuck.”

I pushed forward, urged on by his cries of pleasure, and for several minutes, I pleasured him with my mouth, loving the masculine sounds he made, until finally, a hot jet of semen streamed down my throat.

“Jesus, pet.” He raked his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with adoration.

Pulling me to my feet, Gavin continued caressing me while my heart pounded heavily in my chest.