All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DallasThe Presidential Suite was breathtaking. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view over the Mediterranean, the sea stretching out endlessly under the golden afternoon light. A massive bouquet of fresh flowers sat on the marble table with a welcome note. The porters wheeled our luggage into the bedroom. I followed them and stopped in the doorway. I was amazed by the view, the massive king size bed had our names written on it with rose petals. In the center sat a perfectly folded towel swan, its neck gracefully curved in love shape. Luxurious gift boxes were arranged neatly on the bed and another even larger bouquet beside the boxes. A wide glass door opened onto a private balcony overlooking the sea. “I decided to add my own touch.” Ryan said softly behind me. I turned and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him close. “You spoil me,silly.”“Anything for you, baby.” He kissed the top of my head.I pulled away, still smiling, and moved to the flowers first,

“Hey, baby, when did you get here?” I asked, unsure if he had seen Ryder and me.I walked toward him, his eyes locked on me the entire way.“Heyy… missed me?”I forced a smile, hoping it would hide the ache twisting in my chest. Guilt clawed at me every time Ryder was near. His expression stayed unreadable, making my stomach knot. I couldn’t tell if he’d seen anything, and an apology was already forming on my tongue. Ryder was what my body and heart craved, but Ryan was the man I needed.I moved closer. Slowly, his face softened. “Couldn’t believe we came here together and you’re out here enjoying this view all by yourself.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Stand right there.”I stopped and posed and he took a few clips of me, a small smile tugging at his lips.“Perfect.”He closed the distance and grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him. I took his phone and scrolled through the shots. On the fourth image, something caught my eye, I couldn't really explain what it was,

DallasI woke up to a tray of perfectly toasted bread, scrambled eggs, and coffee by my bedside. I yawned, stretching my arms overhead as I pushed myself up against the pillows. Ryan sat beside me on the edge of the mattress, smiling sweetly. “Breakfast for my lady,” he said, sliding the tray closer until the warm scent of buttered toast and coffee filled my nose. “How was your night, love?”“I didn’t even know when I slept off,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes.His smile faltered, a small frown creasing his brow. “Well, you slept off on me at the peak of it.”“What!” My eyes flew open wide. I snatched at the blanket, yanking it up and peering down at my bare lap, heart suddenly hammering.“You think I would do it without your consent?” He asked, voice tight as he stood abruptly, shoulders stiffening.I scrambled out of bed, bare feet slapping the floor, and grabbed his wrist.“No, why are you thinking like that?” I tugged him back toward me, fingers digging into his arm. “You’re reading

Dallas opened her mouth to snap back but I kissed her again before she could, slower this time, deeper, pouring every ounce of the frustration, the jealousy that had been eating me alive for weeks, and the raw, unrelenting want that had kept me up every damn night. My tongue swept against hers, coaxing, claiming, tasting the faint hint of the wine she’d had earlier mixed with that unique sweetness that was purely her. One hand slid down her body with deliberate intent, cupping the soft weight of her breast. My thumb brushed over her nipple in lazy strokes until it tightened into a hard peak under my touch.She arched sharply into me with a gasp that I swallowed greedily, her body pressing flush against mine as if drawn by some invisible force. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, tugging gently then firmer, feeling the way her breath hitched and her thighs squeezed around my hips. Breaking the kiss with a wet sound, I trailed my mouth lower, sucking a slow, heated path along the si

Dallas POVI woke up to Ryder’s low, rough voice rumbling from the balcony. My heart slammed against my ribs instantly. What the fuck is wrong with me? Guilt crashed over me in a cold wave, twisting my stomach into knots. I dragged the duvet higher over my naked body, fingers curling so tight the fabric bunched painfully in my fists. How could I have let this happen again? His touch was still branded on every inch of my skin, his scent clinging to me.I sat up slowly, wincing at the delicious ache between my thighs. My pussy felt swollen, tender, and deliciously used. Every tiny movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my core. It felt good, that lingering fullness, but the pleasure only sharpened the guilt. Ryan is probably somewhere pounding on why I wouldn’t let him, while I’d been fucking my ex on a balcony for the whole city to potentially see.How fucked up am I? I gritted my teeth, swallowing the lump in my throat. I reached for my silk robe that laid on the floor and slipp