Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

The next morning

I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was the light of early morning peeking in the window. Jon wasn’t beside me, and after I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, I realized that the shower was running. I slid to the edge of the bed and walked into the bathroom. One look at him standing behind the glass with the steam rising off his gorgeous physique made my pussy tingle with the same desire I felt the night before. I walked to the shower, opened it, and stepped inside. Once again, no words were exchanged. Our lips simply came together—passion erupted—and Jon pinned me to the wall. I stroked his cock with my hand a couple of times and guided it towards my wetness. I let out a loud gasp when he went deep and clung to his shoulders while he fucked me. His breathing turned into growls. My exhalations turned into purrs, and the first words I said to him weren’t even necessary—he already knew.

“I’m coming!” I dug my nails into his shoulders.

My pussy spasmed on Jon’s length, and he hammered me harder. My body was driven into the wall as it erupted in bliss. I felt him start to throb, pulsate against my g-spot, and then he filled my pussy with his seed. He stayed pressed against me once our lust was satisfied, and the water rinsed away the mixture of what happened between us the night before and the desires that filled the morning air. We stayed

under the water so long the heat faded a little bit, but he turned the knob, and the chill disappeared.

“I could get used to this every morning…” he sighed into my ear.

“You would never make it to work on time.” I looked up at him and grinned.

“I’m the boss.” He shrugged, and a smile spread across his face. “It’s not like I’m going to fire myself…”

Jon reached for the soap and started lathering his hands. He ran them across my body and massaged my tired muscles while the heat loosened them up. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling—especially when he slid his hand between my legs. The water rinsed away the soap, but he didn’t stop cleaning my clit with the tip of his finger until he made me come again. I stood there and tried to catch my breath while he shampooed my hair—rinsed it—and handed me the soap. It was only fair that I did the same to him. I wrapped my hand around his cock while I washed his back and didn’t stop rubbing his length until his seed was in the drain at our feet. We teased and kissed each other for a little longer before he finally turned off the water and opened the shower door.

“I’m going to go downstairs and make coffee.” Jon pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” I leaned against him for one more hug before he left.

I walked downstairs in nothing but a towel. I finished drying off, picked up my clothes, and went downstairs to retrieve my purse. Luckily, I always kept a comb, hairbrush, and a few more essentials with me at all times. I reassembled my appearance the best that I could in the downstairs bathroom. My panties were way too dirty to put on again, so I just stuffed them into my purse. I walked out of the bathroom and realized that he wasn’t just making coffee—he was cooking breakfast as well. I was famished after the night we had together, and he already had a plate on the table when I walked into the kitchen.

“Now this is something I could get used to.” I sat down and reached for the cup of coffee that was sitting beside my plate.

“Just this?” Jon smirked as he sat down across from me.

“Well—I mean, the other stuff too.” I grinned and chuckled under my breath.

“Hmm.” He narrowed his eyes. “What about the stuff we did last night?”

“Which part?” I raised an eyebrow. “We did a lot.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” He picked up his coffee and sipped it. “Or do I need to pull your panties down again for a reminder?”

“My panties are in my purse…” I bit down on my bottom lip.

“That just saves us a step.” He tilted his head to the side. “So, do you need a reminder, or do you remember now?”

“I haven’t forgotten.” I looked down for a moment. “Trust me, that was too intense to forget.”

I never expected to have a casual discussion about being spanked over breakfast, but that’s exactly what happened. I was honest about my feelings—and the fact that it was a fascination for a long time before I went across his knee. I told him how much his dominant side turned me on—and it was more than just being spanked. It was his entire demeanor—the way he took control—the fire the roared in his dark, piercing stare. I didn’t need that all of the time. I still wanted the sweet, gentleman that had stolen my heart, but the other side of him was something else entirely. Jon admitted it had been a long time since that side of him had come out, but I brought it back to life—hearing that made me want him even more.

“I really do need to go home…” I looked down at my plate and sighed. “I know you need to get to work eventually—even if I’ve already made you late.”

All I really want to do is take this dress off and go back upstairs…

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Do you think you can come back tonight?”

“Maybe. Let me see how things go at home.” I leaned down to pick up my purse before I started to stand. “I’m not sure how Charley is going to react to seeing me come home in the same dress I left in last night.”

“Yeah, that might be a conversation she’s not ready for yet.” Jon nodded again.

We made plans to see each other once he was done with work and shared one more kiss at the door before I returned to my apartment. I decided to play it safe. I asked my mom to keep Charley occupied so I could slip into the apartment and change clothes. It was weird asking my mom to be my covert accomplice in order to preserve a little bit of my daughter’s innocence, but it seemed like the best option. The plan went off without a hitch, and I got changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans before my little girl realized I was home.

“Mommy!” Charley ran into the living room and hugged my leg. “You’re home!”

“I am.” I leaned down and picked her up so I could give her a real hug. “Did you sleep okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you went to bed.”