Dirty Secret

So, what is this?

"Look under the key," he says.

It's not just white gauze. It's a folded paper. A plane ticket.

First class to London, Monday. The seat next to his.

"Come with me," he says. "Stay for the summer."

"All summer?"

"Until pre-season."

Until soccer pre-season. That starts in August, which only leaves us five weeks. But five weeks? That's the most time I've ever had with him.

"I'll have to work a few days a week. The rest of the time, I'm yours."

Five entire weeks with him. Where he's mine and mine alone. "Cam." My heart rises in my throat. "I… Yes. Of course."

"Yeah?" He runs his thumb over my temple.

"Yeah." I lean into the touch. For a moment, I savor the sweetness of the gesture, then I bring my hand to his tie and I look him in the eyes. "But sex now."

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Here?"

"Unless you can teleport."

He smiles as he pulls me into position, so I'm straddling him. "I love you so much, sweetness."

"I love you too." I tug at his tie. "Now, less sweet talk. More dirty talk."

His smile widens. "Come here."

He pulls me into his arms, carries me to the bed, lays me on the smooth sheets.

And then he shifts into that other version of Cam. The dirty, demanding man who makes me come.

The dirty, demanding man who's mine and mine alone.