One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 14

Grace

I watch the interview over and over again, pressing repeat when it comes to the end. The very end captures my attention, and I feel as if Jack is speaking to me. I can’t think of him as Kyle. He’s Jack to me. I listen to his explanation again about why he couldn’t come clean with who he really was. I don’t buy that, and if he were here, I would tell him so. That explanation applies to everyone else except me. He didn’t trust me, that’s why he didn’t tell me. And he had no intention of continuing with our affair once the three weeks were over.

I stare at Jack. Comparing his looks, I think that he looks hotter now than before. It’s amazing that a person can undergo such a drastic change. I got tears in my eyes when he talked about the body being the vessel through which we come into the world. I miss him so much. My hands itch to reach out and stroke his handsome face. His deep voice resonates through me, reminding me of private moments shared. He laughs, and I miss hearing that with an intensity that causes physical pain.

The bell rings suddenly, startling me. I turn off the TV, pad to the door, and press the intercom.

“Grace, it’s me.”

“Jack?” I say.

“Yes, can I please come in. I need to speak to you,” he says, his tone pleading.

I want to say no so badly. I want to move on with my life and forget about the blue-eyed firefighter I fell in love with. But I can’t bring myself to say the words that will get him out of my life forever.

It’s only fair to hear his side of the story before deciding. “Ten minutes.”

He exhales loudly. “That’s all I need.”

I let him in and fling the door open. The creak of the elevator fills the air before it comes to a halt. A minute later, Jack is strolling toward me.

All air leaves my lungs as I stare at him. His gaze burns through me, and tingles vibrate through every part of my body. Jack has an aura about him that sets him apart from everyone else.

He comes to a stop right in front of me, and I hope that he cannot hear the hammering of my heart.

“Grace.” His voice is a whisper, a caress.

His eyes take me in as if he can’t quite believe that I’m standing right in front of him. I harden my heart and remind myself that this is a man who is used to the company of beautiful women. I’m nothing to him.

“Come in,” I say.

He follows me in. I take him to the kitchen with the pretext of needing coffee. What I actually need is something to keep me occupied. Anything to take my attention from Jack and how desperately I need to feel his mouth on mine and his hands on my body.

“Coffee?” I ask him.

“Yes, please, thank you,” he says.

I can feel his eyes on me as I go about getting the cups ready and the coffee going. The silence is deafening, and I fight the urge to turn to Jack and see what he’s doing. When the coffee is ready, I carry both our cups to the island and sit as far from him as I can.

His eyes flash with anger. “Are you suddenly frightened of me? If you think I’ll hurt you, why did you let me in?”

My face heats up. I move my stool until I’m right opposite him. I feel so much for him, but none of that matters. There’s no future for Jack and me. Of all the people I could have fallen for, it had to be a celebrity. Life is so unfair.

“You have five minutes now,” I tell him and sip my coffee as if my heart is not hurting so badly I want to throw caution to the wind and jump into his arms.

“I owe you an apology, Grace. I wanted to tell you every day, but I knew if I did, it would be over between us,” he says, staring straight into my eyes, his gaze unblinking.

Despite my best efforts to keep calm, my lower lip starts trembling. I bite down on it. “Maybe not.”

He narrows his eyes. “Now you’re not being honest. You told me very clearly that the one kind of person you would never date is a famous person. I get it, but, Grace, all famous people are not the same.”

He reaches across the table and takes my free hand. I want to pull it away, but it feels so good to feel his touch. It awakens me as if I’ve been electrified. Warmth spreads from that point, engulfing the rest of my body.

“My life is nothing like your parents’ was, I promise,” he says. “I go to bed at ten latest, and the last time I went to a bar was with you. I’m an actor, not a rock star.” He looks so intense. It frightens me because he’s breaking down my walls.

“I can’t live in the spotlight, Jack,” I tell him. “I can’t stand that scrutiny.”

“You won’t have to. They won’t know about you. We’ll keep our relationship a secret,” he says earnestly.

It sounds so easy, so tantalizing, but he’s asking me to go against all the promises I’ve made to myself. “Until when? They are bound to find out at some point.”

He suddenly looks defeated, and it tugs at my heart.

“I don’t have those answers. I don’t know how long we can keep it a secret, but I do know that we can live a private life. Many people do it. They keep their private lives away from the limelight.”

Oh, God. I want him in my life so badly. But I’m scared. I don’t want to see my dirty laundry aired in public for everyone to see. I swallow a lump stuck in my throat.

“Please say yes, my darling Grace,” he says, softly caressing my hand with his thumb and fingers. “I’ve never had such feelings for any other woman. You’ve taught me to enjoy life again. Give us a chance. Let’s see where this special thing we have will take us.”

How can I say no when he puts it like that? “Okay, but I can’t promise you forever, Jack.”

“No one can promise forever, my beautiful Grace.” He lowers his head and kisses the back of my hand. Then he stands up and comes to my side of the island. He swings my stool to face him, gets between my legs, and cups my cheeks. He kisses me gently.

I start to giggle when it dawns on me that I’m still calling him Jack.

“What?” he says. “I know it’s not my face because you’re used to it.”

“I love your face.” I trace his scars lightly with my fingers. “I don’t know if I can call you Kyle. You’re my Jack.”

“Then Jack it is,” he says and kisses me deeply. He places his hands on my shorts-clad bare thighs. A warm, liquid ache rises from the depths of my body. Jack pulls away and steps back.

“I want you naked. It’s been too long,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

I stand, and we walk hand in hand to my bedroom. He undresses me without touching any part of me. His gaze is hungry as he exposes my breasts and then the rest of me. His scrutiny elicits a surge of heat from me.

He lays me gently on the bed, and I watch as he undresses. All the while, he doesn’t take his gaze away from me. He takes off his shirt and reveals the hard ridges of his stomach. My eyes are drawn to the movement of his hands as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants and boxer briefs. I gasp at the sight of his huge, springing cock. It’s been so long that it’s like the first time I’m seeing him naked and exposed for me.

I welcome him to the bed with open arms. He drapes his body over mine and kisses me while supporting his weight with his arms on either side of me. I thread my fingers through his hair as he kisses me. His manly scent envelops me as I lose myself in the heat of his body. I press my body into his, loving the growls that are coming from him.

“I’ve missed all this,” Jack says, holding my gaze. “I’m addicted to you, Grace.”

I shudder at the intensity of the moment. “I like that you’re addicted to me.” I am addicted too, but I’m not ready to admit it to him.

I caress his massively wide shoulders. He lowers his head to my nipples and sucks on one before moving to the other one. Soon my moans fill the room as the fire in my body goes up another notch.

“I can’t wait, Grace,” he says after several minutes. “I need to have you now.”

“I need you too,” I tell him, throwing my legs apart.

He supports his weight with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to my waiting entrance. I raise my hips when the tip of his cock nudges my center.

“Oh, Jack,” I moan, mad with desire.

He presses his cock in maddeningly slowly while my body demands all of him. Fast. My walls give in with every inch, and soon he’s buried to the hilt, and my body liquefies in response.

“You’re so tight and sweet,” Jack says, his voice rough and almost unrecognizable.

“And you’re so big and filling.” I almost can’t breathe.

Jack withdraws slowly, and I grip his ass with my hands and pull him back to me. He looks down at my face and slams into me. I cry out, grab his shoulders, and cling to him.

“Tell me that you’re mine, Grace,” he demands, drawing his cock out.

I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”

A look of utter satisfaction comes over his features. “I’m yours.” His words, said so simply, make me tremble. It’s too much right now, and tears form in my eyes. He lowers his head and licks them off in the sweetest gesture ever done to me.

I raise my hips, and Jack lets out a guttural moan. I love the deep manly sounds that Jack makes when we have sex. I love everything about him.

Wait. Not love. Love has no place in what we’re doing. Even though I gave in, I’m not giving my heart wholly to Jack. My body and feelings are not strong enough to resist him, but that doesn’t change what he is. One of the most gifted and famous actors in the world. And it will never just be the two of us. Right now, it is, but at some point, the world will invade, and he’ll move further and further away from me. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts, but I won’t be foolish enough to allow my heart to get involved.

A whimper of need escapes my mouth as he withdraws and then sinks deeper into me. His thrusts are deep and powerful. I wrap my legs around his ass to keep his body close to mine.

My thighs begin to shake as the storm inside me grows stronger.

“Jack.”

“I’m here, babe,” he growls.

I don’t know where Jack ends or where my body begins. It’s as if we’ve fused into one. My soft body blends into his hard-one. He feels it too. I can tell by the blaze in his eyes as he holds my gaze.

How have I lived without this in the weeks we’ve been apart? Jack is right. This is an addiction.

Deeper. Harder. Faster. The sounds of our pleasure and our bodies slamming against each other make beautiful music.

“Oh, God. Jack, I’m coming,” I shout unashamedly. With Jack, there’s never any shame.

His response dies in the air as my body clenches and tightens around him. Scalding pleasure explodes within me, and I ride the wave of orgasm.

“Grace.” Jack pumps harder and faster.

Seconds later, his hot cum fills me, drenching and heating my insides.