The Secret

by Maggie Cole

  My doorbell rang and pulled us out of our passionate encounter.

  “Expecting someone?” Collin raised his eyebrows at me in question.

  With a confused look, I shook my head, made my way over to the intercom, then pushed the button.

  “Meg, baby, let me in. I gotta talk to you,” Keri’s voice rang through my intercom.

  “Keri, what are you doing here?” I replied irritated.

  Keri’s voice was upset. “Meg, let me in. I’ve been thinking since our meeting, you know I don’t have anyone else to talk to.”

  Shit, shit, SHIT! This is not happening right now.

  I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Keri may be a pain in the ass, but I knew it was true. He really didn’t have anyone else to talk to, and if this was about his brand, then I couldn’t ignore him.

  I turned to see Collin, who had disapproval written all over his face.

  “Collin, I…” I gaped at him helplessly.

  He wasn’t going to cut me any slack and shook his head in disappointment, “We shouldn’t have done this.”

  “Collin!”

  He turned back to me. “Meg, no matter how much I want you, this can’t happen. I’ll take the stairs and wait till he’s gone.”

  I grabbed his arm, “Collin, wait.”

  He shook out of my grasp, opened the door, walked out, and never looked back.

  I couldn’t believe it. I once again came close to having this man only for him to tell me no because of Keri James.

  Collin

  Meg had it all wrong. I had no idea she thought I was trying to pimp her out. She was brilliant and didn’t realize I was attracted to her more than I’d ever been attracted to anyone.

  I shouldn’t have kissed her. I couldn’t think straight; all I could focus on was that she had it all wrong.

  She was like a magnet, pulling me to her. My senses were on high alert. Every nerve in my body stood to attention when I held her in my arms.

  Hurting her feelings made me feel like the shittiest guy alive. I didn't mean to, but I had put her in a bad situation. She was right. It was unprofessional of me to put her in that position with no background information.

  My brain wasn’t thinking straight when it came to her.

  I thought about how she had worn a trench coat with sexy lingerie underneath it, for me. A vision of her in her green, barely-there outfit raced through my mind.

  It’s official. I’m a dumbass. I’m seriously the dumbest dick on earth.

  No woman had ever worn a trench coat for me. It was my fantasy come true that I couldn’t act on, and it was torture.

  I left her building, walked over to where my driver was sitting and cursed myself. This was my fault. I should never have had her come to Sam’s without filling her in first. I shouldn’t have assumed.

  And jeez. I remember the fear in Meg's face when Sam wanted to take her coat.

  Yep, I had put her in such a shitty position, and I was the world’s biggest asshole.

  I couldn’t say I regretted following her home because I needed to at least set her straight that I only admired her skills. I would never expect or want her to sleep with any of my clients.

  The only person I want her to sleep with is me.

  But that can never happen.

  The exact reasons I cited the night before were a reality. Keri coming to her place reminded me in my hard-on state that Meg could never be mine. He was not going to forget about her anytime soon.

  She was sexy, full of personality, sexually confident, and willing to take risks. It didn’t matter that she was my dream girl. I could not allow myself the pleasure.

  I needed to figure out how to get Meg Grail out of my mind, once and for all.

  4

  Meg

  I put on some clothes and let Keri into my apartment.

  “Keri, this isn’t appropriate,” I started.

  Keri was seriously distraught. “Meg, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me. I needed to talk to you.”

  I breathed a big sigh and motioned for him to sit down. “Want a drink?”

  Surprisingly, Keri shook his head.

  “Meg, I’ve been thinking all day. I can’t go back there.”

  I grabbed my wine and sat down next to him, and put my hand on his arm. We weren’t together anymore, but I still cared about him as a person. He was a good guy, but not the guy for me.

  “Keri, go back where?”

  “To the hood.”

  Crap. I had really gotten to him in the meeting today.

  I lifted his face to mine. “Keri, all you have to do is listen to us and do what we tell you to do. You have what it takes to develop a brand and get your shoe. You’ll have more money than you’ll ever know what to do with, but you have to be smart and trust that we know what we’re doing.”

  Keri’s eyes were full of fear. I had never seen that fear before. “Meg, what if I can’t do it?”

  I took a big sip of my wine. “You’re Keri James. You can do whatever you decide to do. Start acting like it.”

  Keri must have taken my faith in him as a sign because he reached up and tried to kiss me.

  I jumped away from him. “Keri! What are you doing?”

  “Meg, take me back, please,” he begged with tears in his eyes. “I can’t handle not being with you. I love you.”

  I was taken aback. This sober, raw version of Keri was vulnerable, and he had never told me he loved me before.

  I wish I could have been happy and excited about this, but it was all a little too late. Maybe if I had seen this side of him before I had lost my itch for him, things could be different. Perhaps if I had never met Collin Corwin, I could reciprocate his love and give him another chance.

  But all I could think of was Collin. I had to get Keri out of here, and I had to find Collin.

  I put my hand on Keri’s shoulder, “Keri, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me. I’m here to be your friend, but we aren’t more than that.”

  “No, Meg.” A tear rolled down his face.

  I cradled his face to my chest and kissed the top of his head. “Be this guy and you’ll find your girl, Keri."

  “I want you to be my girl.”

  “I can’t,” I whispered.

  A few minutes elapsed. I held Keri’s head as he cried. He finally pulled back, kissed me on the cheek, and walked to the door. He opened it, paused, then with a final glance over his shoulder, stared at me with sad eyes, as if he was going to say something. Keri said nothing, turned, walked out, and shut the door.

  I took a deep breath, rushed over to my purse, and pulled out my phone. I had to find Collin.

  I called Liv. “I have a situation and need Gary to drive me somewhere. Is that possible?”

  “Meg, are you okay?” She sounded worried.

  “Yes, but can I have Gary take me somewhere?”

  “Right now? It’s ten-thirty at night.”

  “Yes, now.”

  “Meg, tell me what’s going on,” Liv demanded.

  “I can’t get into it. Don’t worry, it's nothing dangerous, and I’ll fill you in later, okay? But I need Gary to drive me somewhere.”

  “Tom was just dropped off. Let me go see if Phil or Laura are in the car, or if Tom was dropped off last.” I could hear them talking.

  Liv came back on the line and told me, "Okay, he's on his way."

  “Thanks.”

  “Here if you need anything, Meg.” Liv sounded worried again.

  "Don't worry, everything is fine. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks. Bye." I hung up.

  Gary had dropped us off the other night and knew where Collin lived. I had no idea if he would be home or not, but I had to try at least. We had come too close once again to move backward.

  If you don’t try you can’t win, I thought for the second time that night.

  Gary arrived shortly after, and I once again threw on my trench coat. I instructed Gary to take me wherever he had dropped Collin off the other night.


  I was soon standing outside Collin’s. I took a deep breath and found his buzzer.

  He answered.

  “Collin, let me up,” I demanded.

  “Meg? What are you doing here?”

  “Collin, let me up,” I repeated.

  I heard a sigh, “Meg, it’s not a good idea.”

  “Collin, it’s almost eleven p.m., it’s cold, and I’m standing outside your house in the dark. Let me in." If I had to guilt him into letting me inside, I would.

  The buzzer rang for me to open the door. I pushed my way through and rode up the elevator. When I got off the elevator, Collin was standing outside his apartment door barefoot. He had on navy pajama bottoms and a tan t-shirt that hugged his chest and arm muscles. His face had that neutral look again.

  Great, he’s ready to negotiate me out of the building.

  “Meg—” he started.

  I held up my hand. “We can’t do this out here in the hall. Let me in.”

  Collin looked at me like he didn’t think it was a good idea but also knew the hall wasn’t an option unless he wanted his neighbors to hear everything. He cautiously opened the door and let me in.

  I shut the door behind him and locked it.

  “Meg, what are you doing?” His tone was brisk and controlled.

  “We have unfinished business.”

  He ran his hands frustrated through his hair. “Keri is my client.”

  “Keri and I are over; you know that.”

  “But he doesn’t,” he stated adamantly.

  Stepping closer to Collin, I removed my coat and threw it on his armchair. This time, I wore the clothes I had put on when Keri was at my apartment. “He gets it now.”

  “Meg…I…we…” he stopped and closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply. His demons were all over his face.

  Stepping in front of him, I put my body right on his. I ran my fingers under his shirt and on his abdomen before I lifted his shirt and kissed his six-pack and pecs.

  He shuddered slightly, and I felt him go hard against me.

  “Stop fighting me,” I whispered.

  “I have a rule…” he started.

  I laughed hard. I knew all about the rules.

  Seriousness flooded him. “I do.”

  “I know you’re serious. Liv used to have a similar rule before Tom,” I grabbed his neck, brought his face down to mine, and kissed him like I had kissed no man before.

  Collin moaned, and when we finally came up for air, I stepped back, removed my shirt and my pants, and stood once again in front of him in my lingerie.

  He gulped. He wanted me, but I saw him wrestling with his rule.

  “Let’s negotiate,” I suggested.

  Collin stared at me, not sure what I meant. "Negotiate?"

  “You break your rule. I'll keep it a secret. No one has to know.”

  “No one has to know?” He gazed at me like he didn’t quite believe me.

  If I could only have him in secret, then I would. I wanted him, and I had to have him, no matter what the situation. “It’ll be our little secret.”

  The negotiator came out, and he peered at me, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

  I stepped forward, stroked his penis through his pajama bottoms, and whispered, “How do you want me, Collin?”

  While his rod became steel, he sucked in his breath, bent down, and furiously began exploring my mouth. I put my hands in his pants to cup his ass, caressing him, and feeling his muscles contract under his smooth skin.

  He quickly grabbed my waist and picked me up. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips.

  Within seconds, my back was to the wall, and I was hanging onto him with everything I had. Collin's mouth fluttered between my neck and my breasts.

  I moaned. His lips felt like warm voltage on my skin, and my body buzzed against him.

  "You're going to keep this a secret?" he whispered against my neck in his deep voice, as he continued to kiss me.

  "Yes."

  He nibbled on my ear. "I can trust you?"

  I pushed my forehead to his, so I was staring at him straight in the eyes. "Yes. I promise."

  He scanned my eyes.

  "Stop worrying. Let me be your dirty little secret," I teased him.

  Collin laughed softly. "Okay, you can be my dirty little secret." He nodded slightly and dipped down to brush his lips against my collarbone.

  I reached down and released his pants. As they effortlessly dropped to the ground, he moved the sides of my panties, and smoothly slipped one massive finger in my eager pussy.

  I had enjoyed naughty thoughts about his fingers.

  I had underestimated them.

  Collin Corwin's dextrous finger filled me up more than I had imagined. More than some of my previous lovers.

  "Ahhhh...," I breathed out, not expecting his finger to feel so filling or him to be able to find my sweet spot on the first try.

  Collin jerked his head up, raised a brow at me and surprised me with cocky eyes before he started to curl his finger back and forth inside me.

  Heat swelled in my body, and my face flushed, as I whimpered against Collin.

  "You're so wet. How many times do you want to cum tonight?" he murmured into my ear while gliding his finger harder against me.

  A loud, unhinged, moan came flying out of me. Of course, I was wet. I had been soaked since the night before when I first saw him. But his cocky eyes and talk turned me on further, and I felt myself throb involuntarily around his finger.

  “That’s it,” he confidently praised me.

  I arched my back and squeezed him with my thighs to push deeper on his finger, and rocked a bit as he rolled it around in me. He pushed me up against the wall tighter and started swiping me so fast I instantly burst against him.

  Like a wild animal, I clawed his t-shirt to the side and bit into his shoulder near his neck. My fingers dug into his shoulder blades.

  He groaned and continued to unleash the high within me.

  Stars. I saw stars as I exploded into millions of pieces, and blood surged through my body, as I cried out in whimpers against him.

  Still shaking, he put me down on the ground, knelt on the floor, and pulled off my panties.

  I gazed down at him and inhaled sharply. My mouth hung open as I caught my first glimpse of his manhood and saw a length and girth I had never encountered before.

  Collin caught me gaping at his cock and gave me another conceited grin, then moved his mouth to my inner thighs, and lingered near my nether region but never touched it.

  I reached for his shirt and stripped him of it, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso of glowing skin. I bent my head, so my mouth met his collarbone and moved up to his ear. “You’re luscious,” I said while nibbling his earlobe.

  As he kneeled in front of me, naked, he gazed up with the same smug eyes and quickly pushed my feet, so my quivering legs spread open. Placing his hands on my waist, he held me steady as his mouth made its way from my belly button down. Putting one finger back in my already sensitive, throbbing sex, and using his other hand to massage my mound, his mouth moved from my stomach to that area, and he gently started sucking on it.

  An electric and erotic cycle began, as his mouth frolicked all over my mound; sucking, licking, teasing, and biting me.

  My breathing was shallow. "Oh...Collin...Oh God," I groaned.

  Full of ego, he promised, "It's just my appetizer, baby."

  I raised my eyebrows at him and gave him a half-grin, happy to be his dinner.

  He gave me another pompous glance and swiftly moved his hand in a V to open me up more. Gradually, his tongue made contact with my dripping sex.

  I gasped and pushed my butt further into the wall. I dug my nails into his shoulders to steady myself. "Oh shit!" I cried out.

  Collin Corwin gave me the best head of my life. I urgently fought between scratching his back and pushing his head into my crotch, as his tongue slowly flickered back and fort
h, then faster, then slower again.

  He teased and tormented me until I was panting, begging, and calling his name. I don't know how long he kept me on the perimeter of peaking. But he wouldn’t let me have it and kept denying me. From time to time, he would stare up at me with arrogant eyes, releasing never-ending butterflies in me.

  "Don't stop, please!" I begged him.

  And then he gave me the grand finale. Ever so gently, he rotated between licking and sucking, gentle and intense, slower and quicker. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed his head as hard as I could into me.

  Collin rolled his cocky eyes up at me, latched on and started sucking me with so much pressure I violently erupted in his mouth.

  For the second time that night, I exploded, as Collin grabbed my hips and pushed me further against the wall. He smashed his face deeper into me while continuing to roll my clit on his tongue at the same time he sucked. And I shattered like never before.

  The noises I made were animalistic. Loud, shaky, full of breath as my eyes rolled and I could no longer stand. My knees buckled. I fell on Collin's shoulders with my elbows. My breasts collapsed on top of his head as he continued the volcano inside me.

  Soaring as adrenaline pumped through my veins, I became a ragdoll against Collin. I don’t know how long I came. It seemed like forever, and when I finally stopped shaking, Collin made his way up my body, kissed my stomach, and removed my breasts from my bra. His tongue started licking my nipples, as every nerve in my body pulsed against my skin.

  He teased my areolas and hardened tits with his lips and sent new jolts through my spine.

  The negotiator came out. “More?” he asked me, the cockiness still in his eyes as he put his face to mine. Still panting, I leaned in, ravished his mouth, and tasted my high, as my tongue desperately explored him. My chest heaved next to his naked abs.

  He pulled my head closer to him as our tongues danced around, and I quickly grabbed some of my wetness from my cunt and started massaging his balls and stroking his shaft.

  He groaned. A delicious, deep, throaty groan that I knew I wanted to hear again.

  Pushing back from him, out of his kisses, I breathlessly but confidently insisted, “More."