The Secret (Winslow Brothers 3)

Ironically, I thought I’d be nervous, but I’m not. I thought I’d be worried about the consequences or be trying to figure out a way to make sure we don’t get caught by security, but now that I’m here, I find the only thing I’m worried about is finding a surface on which Ty can put his cock inside me.

My phone buzzes on the table, and I pick it up immediately.

Ty: I’m in the lobby, oh great clue-giver. Where do I go now?

Me: Up the elevator, and off to the right, don’t stop walking until there’s nowhere left to go in sight.

It’s a bit of a maze to get back here, but I’m confident, driven by the reward of sex, Ty Winslow will find it. Plus, it’s the kind of maze that you can’t get lost in as long as you keep walking until the path ends.

I finish disrobing to an acceptable level by taking off my cardigan and slipping off my black tights from under my skirt, and then I lean against the bookshelf with my phone in my hand. My pulse thrums and my breathing is starting to sound like a pant, but I know it’ll all be worth it in the end.

When Ty finally rounds the corner, he does it cautiously, slowly, seductively. His movements are completely in contrast to the state of his being, however, which looks hurried and frazzled, nearly manic.

He may seem calm now, but if I had to guess, I’d say Ty Winslow’s been in a sprint since the moment he got that first text clue.

Everything inside me vibrates with power.

“Looks like I found you,” he says smartly, a smirk crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Now what am I supposed to do?”

I shrug. “I told you we’d do it wherever you caught me. The rest is up to you.”

His grin deepens so much that a little crescent dimples the flesh of his rosied cheek. “You didn’t tell me there’d be clues.”

I quirk a brow. “Are you complaining?”

His smiling face is suddenly serious. “Not in the fucking slightest.”

I lean back against the library shelf of the kind of obscure literature that no one at even NYU touches and crook a finger toward him. “Well, get over here, then.”

Ty’s grin could illuminate even the darkest corner of this old building. I expect his immediate approach to follow, but he turns in the other direction, leaving our little alcove and disappearing out of sight.

What the hell? Where’s he going? I spent at least two hours of time that I should have been using to work to come up with those clues, and he’s just going to smile and walk away—

Ty rounds the corner and back into sight, effectively cutting off my mental rampage before it can get a good set of legs under it. He’s walking a chair in front of him, and I lift my right eyebrow in curiosity.

“A chair?” I ask simply when he pushes it up against the bookshelf beside me and nods, satisfied with his positioning.

“Yep. You did a great job with the clues, but I have a picture in my mind I can’t let go of.”

“A picture in your mind? Of what? A new furniture design for the space?”

He chuckles at my sarcasm, leans down to place a kiss behind my ear, and then whispers warm air directly into it. “No. I have a vision of you riding me. And today, we’re going to turn that vision into a memory.”

“Is that right?”

Ty nods lasciviously. “I think I read somewhere that the only rule of doing what we’re doing on a day like Valentine’s Day is to keep it as sex-centered as possible.”

Where the hell did he read that? Cosmo magazine?

“Yeah? And?”

“Well, the best way to center our sex is to sit you right in the middle of my lap. With my cock inside you, of course.”

I nearly snort. “Of course.”

“Take off your panties, Rach. Because if you don’t, I’m going to rip them off you, and I don’t know that I should be single-handedly responsible for running you out of underwear.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I shimmy them down my legs and kick them to the side as he pulls the chair up to the shelf and sits down. I lean forward and unzip his pants.

It’s eerily quiet in this obscure library space, and the only thing I can hear is the ragged exchange of oxygen into carbon dioxide for both of us.

I hike my skirt up to my hips and place one knee at the side of Ty’s thigh before climbing up and doing the same with the other. I’m straddling his bare cock, and the feel of its warmth against me is enough to make me throw back my head and moan softly.

Ty grabs my chin and pulls my head forward, forcing my eyes to hold his. It’s dominating and assuming—and it’s fucking hot as hell.