Only One Love (Only One 7)

His eyes roam the room now. "They could be hidden anywhere." His voice is a whisper as he looks at the frame in his hands.

"Can you imagine how many hours she has of you getting nasty with women?" The words feel like acid in my mouth.

He glares at me. "I’ve not gotten nasty with anyone but you." His voice is tight, and his hand is still clutching the frame.

"Are you sweet-talking me?" I laugh, trying to get him to relax a bit but still scared he might turn around and break up with me because of his ex. Not that I’m going to go easily and without a fight.

"That fucking …" he says, tossing the frame onto the floor and smashing it with his foot. Over and over again.

"I think the camera is broken," I inform him, and he just looks at me, his eyes filled with pain.

"I’m sorry," he says, "for putting you in this situation."

I walk to him and put my hands on his hips, and he tenses. "You didn’t know." I swallow down when I see his eyes are filled with tears.

"Before we do anything, I need to know you’re with me," he says, and I smile and look down.

"I wasn’t the one who was breaking up with you. So you have to be sure you are good." My hand comes up to touch his chin. "Like no more dipping because the water is too hot."

He grabs my face in his hands. "People have seen you naked." His voice cracks. "You’ve been fucking violated."

I roll my eyes. "We got it taken down four minutes after it was up," I tell him. "And it’s being monitored."

"What?" he asks, shocked. "How?"

"My cousin, Stefano," I tell him. "He is a hacker of sorts." I try to avoid his eyes since not many people know, especially not the family. They just think he’s in computer science, but he’s actually trying to create some sort of currency on the dark web.

"I’m sorry, what?" he says, shocked.

"It’s not something he puts out there, but he’s sort of a badass when it comes to computers."

"And he was able to get it down?" he asks, and I can see the moment he feels just a bit of relief.

"He did and he also put like, I don’t know, a Google alert on it, so if someone tries to upload it again, it’ll alert him. Then he’ll tell me, and we can go from there." I pull out my phone. "This is the IP address where it came from."

"I’m going to go pack a bag," he says, his voice soft. "We are not staying here tonight." I look around at the mess in his living room.

"I’ll come with you and see if I can spot any other hidden video cameras." I follow him up the stairs, and he looks fucking defeated. His head hangs as he walks into his walk-in closet. I walk over to the side tables that he has and look for anything.

"Who does one hire to come and make sure there aren’t any cameras in your house?" he asks me when he walks out of his closet with his bag still empty. "Like, this is fucking crazy."

"I have to say." I walk over to the other side of the bed and check in the drawers. "As the first guy I’ve ever dated, it’s quite an adventure." I wink at him. "Are you almost done?"

"I’ll pack for a day and then come back," he says, and I walk over to him and kiss his lips. We walk out to the garage as we make our way to my house.

"Welcome to my home." I smile, and he tries to smile back. "Why don’t you take a nice hot shower?" I suggest. "And then we can head to bed."

We walk into my bedroom, and he stops. "You have two walls of mirrors beside your bed." He stares at the back wall in shock.

"It’s not what you think." I walk to the mirror and press the button beside it for the mirror to move to the side. "My closet and bathroom are behind here," I tell him, and he follows me.

"We are going to put a chair right in front of the mirror, and you’re going to ride me." He slaps my ass, and I look over at him.

"That’s my man," I say, and as soon as I say the words, I panic. Is he my man? How is one declared one’s man? "So there is the shower," I mumble my words, and he just wraps his arms around me.

"Come and take a shower with me," he says, his voice soft, and his lips find mine as he kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth as he peels my shirt from me. I unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. Neither of us says a word as I bend to kiss his pec and then his neck. We undress each other piece by piece. I wash his chest and then his back, kissing him after I wash him and rinse off the water. He does the same thing to me, except he takes my nipples into his mouth. One side, then the next, and I’m craving his touch. I fist his cock while I clean him, our eyes both watching. He stops me right before he comes and turns to me. He starts to wash my stomach, the suds running down to my legs, and his hand slides between them. I open my legs a touch as his finger slides along my slit and then in me. I gasp and close my eyes for a second, and when I open them, he’s looking at me. "You’re beautiful," he says softly, his mouth coming to mine. My tongue licks his lower lip before his tongue meets mine. His fingers thrust in and out of me gently as I open my legs more. "So fucking beautiful," he repeats once he lets go of my lips and looks down to see his fingers buried in me. He takes his fingers out of me, and I groan, wanting him back in me. But he has other plans as he turns me, and I arch my back, thinking he’s going to finally take me, but all he does is wash my back. My hands reach around me to play with his cock as he teases my ass. His hand goes over my ass, sliding into me. My breath hitches, and I want to feel him in me.