Page 21 of Her Dirty Secret
“Please,” I say into his mouth. “You know you like it.” I grab his semi-hard cock through his sweat pants. “And I’d bet anything you’re not wearing underwear, either.”
“Baby, I’d walk around naked if you’d let me, just so I could fuck you silly the instant you wanted me.”
I suck a sharp breath in through my teeth. “You sure know how to distract a girl.” I lift my foot and use it to press against his massive chest until he’s a safe distance away. But I’m sure it gives him a full display of what’s under my dress, because he can’t tear his eyes away. “Strip, Hoyt.”
“Anything you say, Mrs. Hoyt.” He hooks his thumbs into his white T-shirt and removes it in a flash. The sight of his chiseled chest and abs never gets old. A second later he kicks off his grey sweats, freeing his massive cock. And I have to admit, The Beast is a pretty appropriate name for it. Impressively huge and as insatiable as he is, it’s definitely one of my favorites of his body parts.
“I’m so glad we decided to stay home this weekend,” I murmur. Then, before he can respond, I lean forward and take him in my mouth, slowly teasing him. As usual, the noises he makes leaves me slick and ready. And when he enters me, I can barely stand how much he fills me, how I never seem to completely adjust to his size. And I’m glad for it.
But he goes slow, torturing me. I hook my leg around his backside, urging him to go faster, deeper. He grins and shakes his head.
“Always so impatient.” He reaches down and strokes my breasts, then slips his hands under my hips. In a flash, he’s holding me tightly by them and pounding into me so hard I think my building orgasm has its own orgasm before I eventually shatter into pieces.
When we’ve cleaned up, and the need to be wrapped in each other has subsided once more, or at least for the next hour or two, I pick up my phone and try to call Emily. But it goes straight to voicemail. I leave her a generic message, asking her to give me a call, but as soon as I hang up, something starts niggling at the back of my mind.
Bryce is now settled on the other end of the couch with his own book, and he looks up as I struggle to remember whatever it is I’ve forgotten.
“Everything okay?” he asks softly.
I shake my head. “I feel like there’s something about Emily I should be remembering.”
He closes his book on a finger to keep his place. “Did she say something about taking off before we left?”
I shake my head. “Not that I can remember.” The harder I try to remember, the less defined the thought becomes.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll call one of us back soon. She just does this sometimes. Usually because of a guy. It’s why I didn’t try to figure out where she went. I didn’t want to have to kill anyone,” Bryce jokes.
And like lightning hits, I remember in a flash. I barely keep the words “Oh, fuck” from tumbling out of my mouth. Because while I don’t know if Emily was still seeing the guy she’d been casually dating, I’m pretty sure she didn’t care enough about him to be all that upset if they had broken up. But I do remember who she was flirting with at our engagement-turned-wedding party. Alessandro fucking Giordano. And that he was still supposed to be leaving that same night for his Amalfi Coast vacation.
“Right,” I reply with an affected smile before I can freak out too badly. “Wouldn’t want that.”
Bryce goes back to his book, seemingly clueless as to the thoughts racing through my head. A million questions go through my mind. Alessandro wouldn’t really pursue Bryce’s sister, would he? And even if he did, he’s not so impulsive as to try to whisk her off to Italy with him, is he? I don’t even need to ask myself if Emily is impulsive enough to go with him. She totally is. Or if she’d find him attractive — she’s got eyeballs. And damned if he isn’t charming when he wants to be.
But I also remember her being the one to force me to admit last year that his selfishness was what was keeping our relationship from working. But then, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of Emily dating a guy for all that long, much less being in a relationship. So maybe looking for a guy who’s actually relationship material isn’t that high on her list. Or maybe, just like I once did, she saw him as an opportunity for some no-strings-attached fun.
Shit. The truth of it slams into me. But before I can jump to conclusions, I work on settling myself. Because if I panic, Bryce’s finely tuned radar will go off. And if it really is true…
I shudder lightly, pushing down the thought. One thing at a time. Alessandro is still my friend. Having been through so much together, we’ll always have a unique bond. One that works better if my husband doesn’t kill him.
As casually as I can, I pick up my phone and text Alessandro. Since Emily is clearly shutting everyone out, I highly doubt she’s going to call me back. But Alessandro wouldn’t dare lie to me again. I hope.
* * *
Alessandro is a bit more difficult to pin down than usual, but he eventually agrees to meet me for lunch on Wednesday. Since Emily is also still silent, both Bryce and his mother have tried her at her apartment, with no answer. Bryce even goes down to the music store she works at, only to find out she’s quit. Thankfully, Bryce has been busy running his family’s corporate security company, and I manage to keep my suspicions under wraps, though it requires a lot of distraction. Mostly the kind of thing we would’ve already been doing, so it’s not a difficult line to walk. But it’s only a matter of time before Bryce decides to find out where Emily went that week, and with whom, hoping to shake loose answers that will help him get her to contact him or their mother.
So I’m itching for answers by the time Alessandro shows up and joins me at the private booth I’ve secured at my favorite seafood restaurant.
As he approaches, I note from afar that he looks just the same as always, well-coifed in a dark grey suit and black button-front shirt open at the collar, his dark hair and beard styled perfectly. But as he gets closer, I can see it in his eyes. Hurt.
Still, he greets me warmly, with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Serafina,” he says. “You’re glowing. I see marriage agrees with you.”
I give him a guarded smile and take my seat, while he takes his opposite me. “Thank you,” I reply. “It does, very much. How are you?”
I can see him suppress a sigh as he fixes me with his usual sideways smile. But it has none of its usual charm.
“Work has been stressful,” he replies. “But nothing I can’t handle. How are things at Sutton Developments?”
“Same,” I reply. “Charles is piling more on my shoulders every day. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he finds it funny.”