Alle Kapitel von Loving a Secret Lord: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

MEGAN   I NEVER had in my experience been so consumed and exhausted, yet satisfied, until tonight. The continued banging of the headboard against the wall, the squeaking of the bed, his grunt, and the screams from me were like an orchestra in my entire apartment. I woke up with his teasing fingers, drawing circles below my abdomen with each touch scorching my skin. Still yawning, I grabbed his magnificent semi-erect cock, rewarding me a satisfied groan. I took my time stroking his length even it was instantly hard as a rock in my palm. The last thing I knew, I was sucking him, and he was cursing and thrusting his hips into my mouth. I didn’t go down on man, but it didn’t seem to bother me with Forrest. Besides, I’d been dreaming this moment with him, and this was way better than my imagination. I was instantly wet. And he didn’t disappoint me—it was a huge turn-on to see him losing himself to me as I pleasured him with my mouth.

FORREST   SOMETHING WAS off in the air as soon as I walked into Kyland’s office. He was wearing a knowing grin on his face. I could feel in my bones that this call had nothing to do with me turning down the manager’s position. “Why am I here?” I slumped into the couch, resting my arms on the backrest. I thought playing cool would do the trick, just like how I dealt with them when they grilled Megan last weekend. “I want you to convince Megan to take my position.” Kyland didn’t look at me, keeping himself busy stacking papers into the folder. “I’m gonna work at home. Bianca is catching a cold. I have to babysit Kelly.” “Can I help?” “Nah. I got it covered. Just do what I ask you to do.” Sure, man. As if Megan would listen to me. If they couldn’t convince her, they thought I could? “She will take it when she feels the job is right for her.” “So you two are a thing, huh?” Of course, it was only a matter of time before

MEGAN   MY POSSESSIVENESS had me immensely stunned. I’d never done this before, but this bitch made my blood boil with jealousy. Jealousy? Well, that was definitely new. What shocked me the most was Forrest. I got a different response when I thought he would groan in disapproval or push me back. Instead, he kissed me back, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me possessively, hungrily, and fiercely not caring what would his co-workers or these customers think about him. It was a kiss that made my toes curl. It was a kiss of possession, telling everyone he was off the hook, and I was pleased with that. Whistles and applause broke us apart. Still catching my breath, I met his dark gaze. It was filled with lust that burned through me and twinkled with amusement as we stared in silence. “Sorry about that,” I said guiltily. His eyes narrowed. “You’re sorry about that?” “I mean, this is not your style.” “I like h

FORREST   I GOT back to the penthouse. My mother and Meadow were engaged in a serious conversation in the living room. “Mama, can we talk?” I threw Meadow a glare, hoping she would not try to be so dumb as not to get the message. “Alone, please?” Scowling, Meadow stomped upstairs. I sat beside Mama once Meadow was out of sight. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my arms. “How are you feeling?” I asked her when my anger wore off. I missed her terribly, but I couldn’t risk her being with me. I had to sacrifice something for us when she would be safe in return. “I’m good. You worry too much when I should be the one worrying about your suicide mission.” I kissed the top of her head. I knew she was right from the start—it was a suicide, but I wanted answers. Once this was over, I knew everything we sacrificed for would pay off. All I needed was closure and a new life. After what happ

MEGAN   “WHY THE fu—” I yelped in my seat with wide eyes. Forrest was already towering me over my desk and pinning me with a deadly glare. “Why did you—” he hissed. His voice was deep and strong with anger. With my heart leaping in my throat, I blinked and gathered my posture. “You shouldn’t be here if you didn’t come for your appointment. I am working, can’t you see it?” Thankfully, the patient for ten came early, and I had the chance to get away from angry and intimidating Forrest. “She’s ready to see you,” I told the red-head woman, then I got myself busy rechecking the calendar, sharpening pencils, and cleaning my desk with wipes even though there was nothing to clean. “Stop ignoring me, please?” He lowered his voice, then huffed a frustrated breath. “Oh, spare me. And I don’t have time for your outburst.” “I was worried about you last night.” He leaned in. His face still tightened. Was that all? Do I