The Secret

by Maggie Cole

  I put my hand on his arm to try and calm him just as the phone rang again.

  “Damn it.” He picked it up without looking at it. “Keri, I just— Oh, Sam, sorry, I didn’t look.” He started pacing again. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I just told Keri. Get your ass sober, and we will talk in the morning. There’s going to be consequences for your actions tonight.” Collin’s voice was hot with anger. His voice rose a notch. “Sam, what do you think is going to happen when you get into a fistfight at a charity gala?” He listened some more and took a deep breath. His voice lowered, “Sam, sober up, go home, and go to bed. Don’t call me again tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone and put his hands on his face. Frustrated, he glimpsed over at me.

  “Children.” I rolled my eyes and smiled. I decided I wasn’t going to let those two jerks ruin my night with Collin.

  He chuckled softly. “That’s one way to put it.”

  I walked over to him, pulled out my barstool, and commanded, “Sit.”

  He sat down, curiosity in his eyes, and waited for me to continue.

  In a sultry voice, I whispered, “I think we should negotiate.”

  He raised his eyebrows, a cocky smile on his face. Everyone in the sports world knew that Collin Corwin was the ultimate negotiator, one that rarely lost.

  “Yeah? What are we negotiating for?” His ego was in full force, ready to take me on.

  “Whether we drop this secret or not,” I searched his eyes, showing him that I was one-hundred percent serious.

  “Meg—”

  I cut him off. “I don’t want to hide with you anymore. I know Keri might be hurt, but he will get over it. Sam met me through you so he can’t be upset, he was just drunk. The only issue here really is Keri, and I will handle him.”

  Collin shook his head. “Not a good idea, Meg.”

  I walked up to Collin, spread his legs, and stood right in between them. I pressed my body up against him.

  His dick stirred.

  I put on a pouty face. “You don’t want to negotiate with me?”

  He looked at me, amused, and tilted his head to the side.

  “Is Collin Corwin scared of a little negotiation?” I teased while taking off his tux jacket and nibbling on his neck.

  I could see Collin debating in his head. "Okay, you want to negotiate? Let’s negotiate.”

  Grinning, I took off his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, then dragged my finger down his chest to the top of his pants. “When I win, we come clean.”

  The no-emotion, negotiator’s face came out. “When I win, we keep our secret.”

  "Have it your way, but I get to make the first rule.” I released his shirt from him and felt him stiffen.

  "Okay, what do you want,” he asked with his negotiator’s face.

  “I get to do whatever I want to you.”

  Giving me a cocky grin, he agreed. “Done. Now I get to make a rule.”

  Not wasting any time, I started unbuckling his belt. “Go on.”

  “The first one to cum loses,” he whispered in my ear.

  A cocky grin overtook my face. “No problem. Stay there for a minute,” I instructed as I disappeared into my bedroom.

  It was time to call in some reinforcements if I was going to make Collin cum first. My metal handcuffs were in my drawer, and I grabbed them, then dropped my dress, so I stood only in my see-through mesh black bra, matching panties, and stilettos.

  When I returned to where Collin sat, he took a deep breath and let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’re insanely sexy.” His face dropped out of his negotiator role.

  “Glad you approve, Mr. Corwin.” I kissed him and took my handcuffs from behind my back and put one around his left wrist.

  He tried not to smile as he slipped into his negotiator role.

  Continuing to kiss him, I took the other cuff and secured it to the leg of the chair, so he only had use of his right hand.

  Collin tried to move his left arm but was stopped by the cuffs. Licking his lips, he gave me a challenging smile.

  I finished removing Collin’s clothes, so he sat on my chair naked, caramel skin glowing, eyes dazzling, dick hard, and ready to go. I stood back. There was no question about it. He was a delicious man that I wanted to eat up.

  “Like what you see?” he asked me with arrogant eyes, then pulled my head with his right hand and crushed his lips into mine.

  My vagina pulsed as he pulled me in closer by grabbing my ass. I was pushed right up against his manhood. As his lips brushed against my neck, he quickly released my bra, letting me fall out. It didn't take him long before his mouth was full of my breasts sending a rush of adrenaline through my body.

  I moaned.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered.

  His voice snapped me out of it, and I remembered that we were in negotiations.

  Swiping some juices from my sex, I took a step back and began rubbing my hand up and down his shaft.

  This time, he moaned, and I knew that our negotiation was in full swing. I wanted to be free with Collin, and I was not going to lose.

  You have to win this one, Meg!

  It always drove Collin wild when I kissed his inner thighs, so I decided to spend a little extra time there, and his erection hardened as my lips brushed against his skin.

  As I moved up his thigh, I began to lick his balls and massage them with my hand, while Collin's deep, throaty groan became music to my ears.

  Lazy licks up and down his shaft teased and tormented him, and his free hand sent tingles through my spine as he rubbed my naked back.

  "Oh, you're a vixen," he mumbled.

  Finally sucking him, I took as much as I could in my mouth and kept my hands on his balls and the part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t take in.

  I sucked the tip, he moaned, then ordered, “Meg, come here.” He tried to pull me up with one hand.

  I shook my head, continuing to suck on him.

  He asked me again.

  I stopped and took a step back. “What are you going to give me, Collin?” I reminded him that we were in negotiations.

  He glanced at me, as if he forgot, then put his negotiation face back on.

  I laughed. "If you want me to stop, then you need to give me something good, Collin. Otherwise, I'm going to suck your cock so hard you're going to cum in my mouth harder than you ever have before." He groaned at the thought, and I returned to sucking him off.

  After several grunts, he finally gave in. “Dinner at any restaurant you want.”

  I stopped and grinned at him. “Done.”

  Now we are getting somewhere!

  “Get your sexy ass over here,” he instructed.

  Licking my lips at him, I stepped forward. With one hand, Collin turned me, so my ass was right up against his hard cock. His free hand wrapped around me and moved from my stomach, into my panties, and directly to my wetness. His finger began playing inside me, as his lips cascaded across my back.

  Heat.

  Flutters.

  Tingles.

  Spasms.

  Everything was coursing through my body.

  "You're too damn hot in your stilettos and panties," Collin murmured against my ear.

  I didn't say anything. I closed my eyes and leaned into Collin.

  And then Collin expertly moved his thumb up to my clit. He started rubbing—first slowly, then with more intensity as I began to shudder lightly.

  On the edge, I tried my hardest not to cum even though I was on the brink. My body begged me to lean more into Collin's hand, but my brain told me that I was in negotiations, and this wasn’t the time.

  “Stop, Collin,” I begged him.

  “What are you going to give me?” He slowed it down a bit and gave me time to think.

  What does Collin want? He wants to stay hidden.

  I finally offered, “I’ll cook you dinner at your house tomorrow night and stay over.”

  He pulled his hand out of my panties
and turned me back around. “Done.” Satisfaction crossed his face for a brief second, and I could see the negotiator was back.

  I took a deep breath to straighten myself out. Don’t lose this one, Meg, I told myself.

  Collin had a slightly cocky grin on his face. It pushed me to finish what I started.

  Kissing him hard, I climbed on top of him and moved my slick pussy right next to his dick. It started to twitch.

  I decided a little dirty talk might work in my favor.

  Moving my body even closer to him, I nibbled on his ear, "Do you feel my heat, Collin?"

  He groaned and didn't say anything.

  I put my sex right on him but didn't let him enter me. "Do you feel me throbbing for you, Collin?"

  His manhood pulsed against me. He closed his eyes, and I saw him try to put his negotiator face back on.

  I nibbled on his collarbone. "I'm so wet for you right now. Don't you love how wet I get for you?" I whispered seductively against his hot skin.

  "Yes," he moaned.

  Aggressively, I pushed my chest against his mouth. "Do you love how warm I feel, gripping your cock?"

  "Mm-hm." Collins's lips enclosed on my nipple.

  "When did you first want to fuck me, Collin?"

  He groaned.

  I pulled my breast away from him and ground my nub against him. "Tell me."

  "When I first saw you in the paper."

  When he first saw me in the paper? I wracked my brain. I had only been in the newspaper when I dated Keri.

  Did Collin want me before he met me?

  "Did you want to taste me, Collin?" I swiped some of my juice and stuck my finger in his mouth.

  He sucked it and moaned.

  "Answer me," I whispered.

  "Yes."

  "When did you see me in the paper?"

  He didn't answer me, pulled my mouth into his, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

  Between kisses, I asked him again. "Tell me, Collin. When did you see me in the paper?"

  He groaned. "A few months before I met you."

  I tried not to smile. Meg, you're in negotiations. Use this to your advantage.

  "Did you lie in bed, with your cock throbbing for months, thinking about all the ways you wanted to fuck me, Collin?" I whispered in his ear.

  Collin let out a loud groan and his penis twitched against me.

  "How many months did you think of sliding in and out of me?" I sucked on his lobe and rubbed my sex against him in a circular motion.

  Collin closed his eyes, took a shaky breath, and groaned the loudest, and longest, he had all night.

  Ah, time to do this, I thought.

  I moved my panties to the side, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed myself right on top of him with a force so strong that I gasped and saw stars as he entered me.

  Every nerve in my vagina stood at attention.

  “Oh my God, Collin,” I cried out. I was not ready for how he filled me, and I sat on his dick, taking a second to recalibrate, with my mouth hanging open and my breasts heaving from my shaky breath.

  Collin had never entered me all at once before; he had always given it to me cautiously, inch by inch, letting me slowly wrap myself around his enormous erection.

  But tonight was a new experience. His eyes flew open wide when I sat on him. He gasped, and looked at me in astonishment, as I panted on his lap.

  It occurred to me that I had gone where no woman had gone before. By the look on Collin’s face, I was pretty sure no woman had ever gone all in right away, and it about ruined him on the spot. It gave me a new determination to ride out his cock hard, but in my control, and I adjusted my feet on the base of the chair’s legs to give me better leverage. I started riding him sooner than I usually would have and ground my hips into him in tiny circles.

  The entire time I begged my brain not to let my body cum as he rippled against my walls.

  Slow. I decided slow was the best approach, so I moved up and down and took my time, torturing his cock, as Collin's sexy groans hummed out of him. I watched as he closed his eyes and desperately fought with himself to not move me quicker.

  "Faster," he growled at me.

  I slowed it down more and decided some more dirty talk was necessary. I leaned into his ear. "Do you like my wet pussy sliding on your big dick in my stilettos, Collin?"

  He groaned again, and I circled into him a bit harder.

  "Fuck, Meg," he cried out.

  "I think I'm going to enjoy your hard cock like this all night, baby," I murmured to him as I sucked on his jaw.

  Like that is going to be possible. I was doing everything in my power to not explode all over him.

  Collin pulsed and sent shockwaves through me. I couldn't help it and moaned.

  He took it as an invitation, grabbed my hip with his free hand, and started moving me a little faster, but I pulled his hand off of me.

  “What are you going to give me Collin?”

  The negotiator was nowhere, just his frantic eyes searching mine, as I slowed it down even more.

  He shook his head, his mouth open, his breathing desperate, clearly not able to think.

  “No more handshakes. You’ll peck me on the cheek like you peck Liv.” I demanded.

  “Too risky,” his hoarse voice whispered.

  “Then I get off." I started to make my way up his shaft, the slowest I had gone all night.

  He shut his eyes, grabbed my hip with one hand, and pushed me back down. “Fine. Done.”

  I did a little victory pump in my head.

  Once we were at a rhythm he liked, he started kissing me and pulled my face into his with his free hand.

  I kissed him back hard, my body hot, sweaty, and tingling all over, ready to explode.

  Don’t give in, Meg, you can do this.

  But Collin felt so good. I was once again stuffed full of him, as his skin slid against mine, teasing and taunting me, sending currents of fire through every cell of my body.

  Trying to get my determination back, I scoured Collin’s face and tried to concentrate. I decided to bite his lip and suck on his neck.

  He started groaning again.

  There was nothing that sounded better in the entire world than Collin Corwin groaning. I was sure of it.

  He needed to cum soon or I was going to lose. I didn’t know how much more I could take. “Come on, baby,” I murmured in his ear. But my words seemed to backfire on me as they snapped him back into business mode.

  Just like that, the negotiator was back in full force as I realized I had met my match. Collin wasn’t going down without a fight.

  All of a sudden, I felt his fingers on my clit and within seconds, he brought me to the edge both on the inside and outside.

  Against my wishes, I started releasing from everywhere as Collin continued to pump me and caress me. I leaped from one orgasm to another. My insides ricocheted with pleasure, every cell in my body vibrated, and I was hardly able to breathe. Collin watched me, as he continued to rub my clit, and sent me into a total state of oblivion.

  As my eyes rolled over and over, he released in me, and I collapsed forward on his shoulders, no longer able to stand or hold myself up from the violent tremors he had ignited.

  In our aftermath, I clung to him, with my face buried in his neck, as my breasts heaved from the hurricane that had ripped through me.

  When I regained usage of my limbs, I finally pulled back.

  A cocky and satisfied face now replaced the negotiator and the thought that I had lost soared through my mind.

  My face must have registered disappointment because Collin quickly dropped his cocky face. “Babe, you okay?”

  That’s when I realized that I still had him chained to my bar stool. I grabbed the key off the counter and unlocked him.

  He brought his arms around me and pulled me close. “Meg, you okay?”

  I shook my head. “I lost,” I choked out. I hated losing, and I really wanted to win this one. My body had totally betrayed
me.

  “Is it that bad that you have to cook me dinner and stay over?” He had a gleam in his eye.

  I shrugged, blinking back tears.

  Collin pushed my hair off my face, “You know, the art of negotiation is that both sides have to compromise. Both sides have to win a bit.”

  “You owe me dinner out,” I claimed my prize.

  He took a deep breath. “Yes, I know. We will need to figure that one out.”

  “You said my choice,” I reminded him.

  “Meg, I want nothing more than to take you out in public. We just have to be careful and do this right.”

  I nodded. I did understand.

  Collin continued, “But a deal is a deal, so let me know when you decide where you want to go.”

  I grabbed his face. “No more handshakes. Pecks on the cheek.”

  He took a deep breath. “Pecks on the cheek it is.”

  I smiled and kissed him again.

  He was right. I didn’t totally lose. I would take my wins and be happy for now.

  Collin

  The secret was starting to get to Meg. I couldn’t deny that it was stressing me out as well. I wanted nothing more than to have her on my arm at every event, to date her as a regular person would, and she deserved that. We just had to get past the Turbo deal and then it was fair game. I wasn’t going to be able to keep this a secret anymore either.

  She looked so disappointed when she didn’t win her ‘negotiation.’ I had to give it to her; she almost had me.

  So much time had been spent on this deal, and now the two idiots were screwing it up again. It had taken every ounce of my control not to go full throttle on them at the fundraiser, but I knew that wasn’t going to help our situation.

  If they had hurt her, God help them, because I would not have given one shit about their deals.

  But we had a problem on our hands. The power had shifted. Turbo was now holding all the cards and I feared we were losing this deal. I wasn’t sure how to get it back on track. Never in my career was there so much to gain, yet so much to lose.