The Secret (24 page)

“So was Stacey,” Drake laughs, causing Ana and Jack to both choke on their sodas while Sophie rolls her eyes.

“Good Lord,” she mutters, shaking her head. “It’s a freaking miracle you’re not crawling in crabs.”

“Okay first of all, those were rumors,” I say, trying to defend myself. “Second of all…”

“So you didn’t sleep with her?” Sophie cuts her eyes at me.

“Why are we even talking about this?” I say, causing Drake to laugh. “I just don’t want the guys coming in here drooling over you if I’m not around.”

“So it’s fine as long as you’re here to watch?”

“No…”

“Would you like me to put a big banner across my desk that says ‘Property of Chase Mitchell’ so there’s no confusion?” she asks drily.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Baby,” I tell her. “I just mean…”

“Did you sleep with Stacey?” she asks, setting her empty plate on the table and facing me. “You wanna make demands on my behalf? Speak for me? You admit you’re a whore.”

Her words make everyone else lau
gh, but I can see the irritation flooding her features.

“Sophie…”

“I already know the answer, Chase,” she arches her eyebrow at me. “You just seemed very interested in
speaking
, so let’s talk, Baby.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Yes, I slept with her.
”

“
Everyone
slept with her,” Ana smirks.

“I d
idn’t sleep with her,” Drake laughs.

“It was like two
months before you and I ever got together, Sophie. You have no reason to feel threatened,” I start, surprised by her laughter.

“Oh I definitely don’
t, Hef,” she jokes, causing everyone else to chuckle at her nickname. “I heard all about that boob job from Ana a week after we moved to Rockport.”

A few minutes pass and we all finish eating, the subject of my former reputation thankfully dropped.
Taking another look at the blueprints, it’s obvious we’ve got another hour or so of work. Sophie and Ana have been yawning for the past twenty minutes, though, so when my girl falls asleep against Ana on the small loveseat, I’m not surprised.

“Baby,” I say quietly, waking her up. “Ana’s
gonna take you to the hotel so you can sleep.”

“Okay,” she yawns.

Once I’ve got her bag in the car, I hand her the key and the check-in information and walk her outside.

“I love you,” I tell her.

“I love you, too.”

“Sorry I pissed you off. I’ll make it up to you when I get to the hotel,” I promise, leaning in to kiss her neck.

“I don’t know, Baby,” she says, her eyes still glaring at me as she yawns dramatically. “I’m really tired and I feel a headache coming on. I may not be up for a big
speech
.”

“
Soph? You ready?” Ana asks from the other side of the car.

“Yep,” she smirks, biting her lip and holding my shocked gaze as she reaches for my cock, squeezing me through my jeans. The action causes me to harden instantly and let out an involuntary groan. “I’ll try to stay up, but I’ll probably be asleep when you get to the room.”

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll wake you up,” I chuckle darkly, gripping her hair as my mouth hovers over hers. “Something tells me I’m gonna have quite a bit to say to you.”

Sophie

I’m on the phone with Emily when I hear Chase swipe his key in the door to our room. He’d sent me two texts in the past ten minutes, both unanswered because I’d been talking to his sister.

When he rounds the corner and sees me standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a tank top and my pink thong, his eyes dance over me quickly before he speaks.

“Get off the phone, Baby,” he says in a low voice, pulling his jacket off and tossing it onto the floor before stalking toward me.

“Is that Chase?” Emily says in the phone when she hears his voice. “Tell him hi for me.”

“I will,” I say awkwardly as I take in the dominant look in his eyes. “Chase, your sister says hello.”

My words cause him to falter, but just slightly.

“Hey Em,” he says, loud enough for her to hear, before pulling his shirt over his head and lowering his voice. “Get off the phone, Sophie.”

I’m about to argue, but the look in his
eyes tells me it won’t matter.

Chase Mitchell is about to stake his claim on me.

“Em?” I say quietly. “Can I call you late-”

“Tomorrow,” Chase cuts me off, holding my eyes as he discards his shoes and begins unbuckling his belt.

“Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she says. “What’
s wrong? Big bro in one of his moods?”

Taking in the way he pushes his jeans down and kicks them away, I blush furiously at her question, choking awkwardly as he raises his eyes back to mine.

“Yeah,” I manage. “Something like that.”

“Okay, well call me tomorrow,” she says. “Love y’all.”

“Hang. Up. The. Phone,” he warns me a final time, his bare, inkclad chest heaving.

“Love you, too,
Em,” I say, hanging up and sliding the phone onto the nightstand beside me. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says, stalking toward me slowly, causing me to back away. “You didn’t answer my texts. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was about to head to bed,” I manage, breathing harder as he closes the distance between us, my back against the wall.

“Still are,” he
agrees darkly, causing a shiver up my spine as a wicked glint crosses his eyes and he spreads his palm against my neck possessively. “Let me help you.”

I’m still pissed off at him for the way he acted earlier.
However as his hot breath runs against my skin as he stares down at me, the look in his eyes commands my attention.

“Chase…”

“Let’s get one thing clear, Princess,” he cuts me off, his lips hovering over my lips so closely, they move like feathers against my mouth. “I
will
speak for you, because you belong to
me,
Sophie.”

“That’s no
t the point…”

“Hush, Baby,”
he whispers, a predatory edge to his voice as he grips my hair, commanding my gaze.

Flattening his tongue against the base of my neck, he slowly licks me all the way to my lips, pressing his massive erection against my sex.

God, I want him. I want him so bad, but Chase Mitchell will not take me down. I don’t want to do this while we’re angry.

“
Mine.”

“Chase…”
I whimper against his mouth. “You can’t just…”

“Are you telling me no, Sophie?”

“No, I’m not, I…”

“Then stop talking,”
he warns, reaching for my thighs and lifting me against the wall. “I know how you hate big speeches.”

I’m about to state my case again, tell him he was out of line,
that we should wait until we’re not angry, but all conscious thought leaves me as his cock presses against my sex. Before I can get my breath back completely, he plunges his tongue into my mouth, pulling a low whimper as my head swims.

Once my brain is completely useless, he surprises me by pulling us away from the wall and dropping me onto the bed.

“If those clothes mean anything to you, take them off now, Baby,” he warns, pushing his boxer briefs off as he stares down at me.

“What?” I stammer, the sight of his erection making me a bumbling idiot.

I don’t move fast enough and before I can respond, he rips the panties from my body in one swift motion. Tossing them to the side, the worn tank top I’m wearing is next. As the fabric rips away from my chest, I know I’m done for.

“Fuck,” I gasp in shock before he’s pushing into me, cutting my words off with his mouth as he pushes my hands above my head.

He begins plowing into me immediately, pulling another gasp from my chest. For a long moment, we ride the waves of pleasure without speaking, the only sounds leaving us being the heaving of our chests.

Pulling away from my mouth, Chase keeps my hands above us, bending to wrap his lips around my nipple. He sucks and laps greedily before biting down suddenly, pulling a wail of pleasure from me.

“These are mine,” he grounds out, squeezing my other breast tightly. “Say it, Sophie,” he commands.

“Yours,” I rasp out
, the angry side of me kicking myself for not standing my ground.

Moving his mouth up to my neck, he continues to plow into me as his teeth sink into the arch at my shoulder.

“Mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe, the mixture of pain and pleasure coming in delicious waves
over my skin.

Leaning back slightly, he moves his hand from mine and moves it to my shoulder, his eyes shining with arousal when I grip his wrist. As he holds me in place, he grips my ass tightly and pushes even deeper into me, further dominating my movement.

“Mine.”

Silently, I nod my head as it begin
s to swim while my inner bitch shakes her head defiantly.

I don’t care how good this feels, the second we’re done, I’m
gonna let him have it
.

Lifting me up swiftly to straddle him, he continues pushing into me from below, pulling long, low groans of pleasure from
my lips as he stares into me,
through
me.

“Why are you holding back, Sophie?” he asks, his words surprising me.

“I’m not…”

“Yes, you are,” he cuts me off, pushing into me harder and pulling a gasp from my lips. “Stop it.”

“Chase…”

“It’s mine, Baby. Give it to me.”

I’m so close, I want… No, I
need
it so badly at this point, but I won’t cave. I can’t shake the regret that I’m letting him win this.

Oh who am I kidding? I’m not letting him win anything. He’s cheating!

“I’m still…”

“Hush Baby,” he whispers. “Look at me.”

I will not!

Not trusting my voice, I shake my head defiantly, but he won’t have it.

Noticing my hesitation as I cling to that last shred of anger pulsing through me, he grips my chin, forcing me to face him.

“Sophie, look at me,” he orders against my lips. “I know you’re still mad at me,” he says, bucking into me hard as my
angry eyes meet his. “But this pussy is mine and I fucking want it. Give it to me.”

Fuck me
runnin’.

“
Damn you!” I whimper at his words, my anger instantly forgotten as I begin to pulse around him, pulling a groan of satisfaction from his chest.

“Scream my fucking name, Sophie,” he commands, gripping onto my shoulders and filling me past my limits. “Go Baby!”

As I begin to unravel around him, he yanks my hair back roughly and finds his favorite spot in my neck, biting sharply.

“Holy fucking shit Chase!” I cry out, my orgasm taking complete control of my mind, my body.

“Louder Baby,” he hisses and immediately, I comply.

I scream his name until my voice is hoarse and I’m a heaving mess.
I come so furiously, I can’t stop the tears of pleasure that leave my eyes. As he sees them, he swipes his tongue across my cheek, tasting them as he pumps his seed into me.

As he fills me, he takes my mouth, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck as he kisses me deeply.
Slowly, he lays me across the bed, remaining inside me as he stretches out over my body. His lips move lightly over my skin, his hands pulling my legs around his hips before settling against my chest. I come down slowly as he massages my breast in his massive hand, still licking and kissing my neck and jaw before returning to my lips.

“Love you, Dirty Girl,” he whispers, kissing me again.

“I love you, too, jerk,” I answer a moment later as he moves back down my neck.

“You
’re still mad at me?” he asks, still moving over my body slowly.

“
I just don’t understand why you’re crazy, Baby,” I admit, making him grin as I begin running my fingers through his hair, savoring in his lips traveling greedily over my skin. “I’ll do whatever you want within reason, but if you have terms for my employment? First of all, that’s ridiculous. Second of all, please talk to
me
about them first. Don’t go all cave man without warning me, Baby.”

“
I’m sorry, Babygirl,” he whispers with a playful smirk, his eyes staring down at me. “I can’t help but go a little cave man over you sometimes.”

“I know, Lover,” I whisper, turning my head to give his bicep a quick peck.

My mind begins to wander as he resumes running his lips over me and I let out a yawn. Reaching behind me, he calls the desk to request a wakeup call, refusing to move to locate our phones.

Once he’s hung up, he shuts off the light and buries his face into my neck again, pulling a low hum of pleasure from me.
Rotating his hips slightly, he begins moving inside me again, taking me slowly, lazily as he tastes my skin.

E
xhausted and sated in the arms I love more than breathing, we eventually fall asleep wrapped in each other.

“I totally let you win,”
I whisper as I drift off.

“Hmm…” he hums against my skin, his lips stretching into a smile. “I know, Baby.”

Drake

“Lock the door behind you,” I tell Analise as I see her making her way through my office door.

“Yes, Sir,” she says
, securing the door without hesitation. “How is your day so far?”

“Good, just busy,” I tell her, standing to unfasten my belt as I bend to kiss her. “Lift your skirt and have a seat, Baby.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says as she sets her purse down in another chair.

Immediately, she hikes her skirt and spreads her legs wide, presenting herself to me in the center of my desk. I
take a seat in front of her, hating the sound of my cell ringing loudly for the tenth time in the past hour.

“Fuck,”
I ground out. “I have to take this, but I’ll be quick. Get ready for me, Love. I’ll only be a minute.”

“Yes, Sir,” she mewls, moving one hand to her mouth before running it over her clit.

“Drake Mitchell,” I say into the phone, reaching up to pull her top over her head.

Watching her return her fingers to her sex, I pull the cups of her lace bra down, exposing her nipples. As I listen intently to the asshole on the
other end drone on, I prop the phone on my shoulder, rolling them between my fingers as her eyes grow heavy in arousal.

“We’ll be goi
ng over all that at the meeting today, Ellis,” I offer. “I still need your office to send me the copies of the permits as well as the other things specified in the email I sent out this morning. The entire meeting is pointless without them because I’m not sending any of my crew in until that’s in my hands. It all should have already been set up.”

Rambling off the number to the main line, I ask him to send it again before finding
Analise’s eyes still staring into mine.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, a pressing matter has
just made its way to my desk,” I say, shooting her a wink as her cheeks redden.

Ending the call, I lean forward in the chair, burying my face into her drenched sex. As I wrap my lips around her swollen clit, she lets out a moan of pl
easure, so low only I would be able to hear it.

“
Hmm” I hum against her, licking and sucking her bare pussy until she’s heaving in front of me. “Come, Analise,” I order. “Let me taste you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers as her arousal washes over my tongue, causing me to groan into her in approval.

“Turn around,” I whisper as I stand and bend her over my desk before pushing into her. “Give me your hands,” I order, directing them to the edge where I watch her grip. “There’s my good girl. Stay just like that.”

“Yes, Sir,”
she mouths.

As I lean over her, I slam into her, deeper with each thrust as I feel her begin to pulse around me.

“No, Baby,” I say quietly into her ear. “Not yet, Analise.”