His Dirty Little Secret
Cassidy’s POV
“Family. You hinted at it last night, between... everything. What’s the deal? You don’t scream ‘happy home’ vibes.”
His expression flickered—vulnerability cracking through the cocky facade—as he added a second finger, thrusting slow and deep, thumb pressing my clit in rhythm. I gasped, clenching around him, but he held my gaze, voice rough. “Mom died young. Cancer stole her fast—no goodbyes, just empty rooms and a kid too small to understand.” He leaned in, lips brushing my collarbone, sucking a mark there as his fingers picked up speed. “Dad? He’s alive, but drowning in boardrooms and bitches. Affairs are his escape—keeps the ghosts quiet. Or so he claims.” A third finger join
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