Secrets (Passion Shields) Read Online Free
Author: Kiru Taye
behavior on arrival or Selina's reaction to her rudeness. Telling tales was never her thing.
"Are you dressed?" Benjamin's tone changed from peacemaker to seducer , deep and husky.
Heat flared on her cheeks , her pulse rate increasing. "No, I'm wearing your toweling robe," she said.
"Have you been a good girl?"
The heat spread from her cheeks down her chest and finally pooling between her legs. She shifted from one leg to the other to distract herself. Benjamin had a knack for turning her on just with the tone of his deep voice.
"If you mean as per your instructions on the list then I've tried to c arry them out. But with your sister here I'm not sure what else to do."
"Did you touch yourself after I left?"
She shifted again remembering what she'd been doing.
"I started to…" She'd sworn to always be honest with him.
"Did you climax?"
"No. I stopped before my hands reached my … sex. I only traced the scars while remembering how you touch them."
The sound of his muffled groan made her heart beat faster.
"I want to see you."
Her breath hitched , and her hand travelled to her neck instinctively where her pulse jumped against her collarbone.
"Are you on your way home?" she asked, her voice a tad hopeful.
"No. Go to my study."
At first she was unsure of what he meant. Taken aback, she frowned. "What's that got to do with you wanting to see me? The door is locked."
"Stop overanalyzing things and do as I say. You know the code to the door. Call me back from the phone in there when you've opened the door." He didn't give her a chance to argue and hung up.
Now she was even more curious as to what he had in mind. The study was Ben's sanctuary , and she just went in there on the rare occasions he invited her in. Her having the door code was only supposed to be for an emergency.
Since it was play day, strictly she shouldn’t ask questions. But the normal rules were out of the window with the arrival of Beatrice. Selina couldn’t follow them to the letter with another person in the house. Playing their g ames in the presence of a third party was a non-negotiable limit for her. So Ben would have to find an inventive way to get around the restriction.
Selina walked down the hallway. Putting her head against the wood, she listened at the door of the spare bedroom. No sound came through. Beatrice must've been fast asleep. Feeling a little bit more confident that whatever Ben had planned wouldn’t be interrupted, she keyed in the code to his study. The lock clicked. She twisted the handle and pushed the door open.
Butterflies fluttered in her belly , her shoulders tightening with nervous tension. It was her first time in this room alone. She paused, taking in the sight and scents, letting it soothe her.
She loved the sanctuary of his study. It smelled of wood, leather, cigars, and Benjamin. The wall behind his large solid mahogany desk was lined with wooden shelves stacked full with books—old and rare out-of-print hardbacks as well as newer ones.
The chair was covered in the softest dark brown leather that matched the two-seater sofa leaning against the opposite wall. Above the sofa was another canvas painting of a family of wild lions relaxing on the Serengeti landscape. The outer wall was nothing but a double-insulated glass sliding door leading to the balcony that ran around the side of the building. The view was unobstructed with clear sight of the River Thames and Chelsea Bridge.
Blue sky and bright sunshine drew her to open the door. The faint sound s of a train moving along the tracks and the cars in the distance were carried in the brisk wind. Though the sun was out, the wind held a slight chill. She closed her eyes allowing the sunrays on her face for a few brief moments. Taking one final breath of crisp air, she slid the door shut and locked it.
H er nerves more settled, she returned to the chair behind the desk, picked the phone and dialed Ben's number again. He answered it at once.
"Lock the
"Are you dressed?" Benjamin's tone changed from peacemaker to seducer , deep and husky.
Heat flared on her cheeks , her pulse rate increasing. "No, I'm wearing your toweling robe," she said.
"Have you been a good girl?"
The heat spread from her cheeks down her chest and finally pooling between her legs. She shifted from one leg to the other to distract herself. Benjamin had a knack for turning her on just with the tone of his deep voice.
"If you mean as per your instructions on the list then I've tried to c arry them out. But with your sister here I'm not sure what else to do."
"Did you touch yourself after I left?"
She shifted again remembering what she'd been doing.
"I started to…" She'd sworn to always be honest with him.
"Did you climax?"
"No. I stopped before my hands reached my … sex. I only traced the scars while remembering how you touch them."
The sound of his muffled groan made her heart beat faster.
"I want to see you."
Her breath hitched , and her hand travelled to her neck instinctively where her pulse jumped against her collarbone.
"Are you on your way home?" she asked, her voice a tad hopeful.
"No. Go to my study."
At first she was unsure of what he meant. Taken aback, she frowned. "What's that got to do with you wanting to see me? The door is locked."
"Stop overanalyzing things and do as I say. You know the code to the door. Call me back from the phone in there when you've opened the door." He didn't give her a chance to argue and hung up.
Now she was even more curious as to what he had in mind. The study was Ben's sanctuary , and she just went in there on the rare occasions he invited her in. Her having the door code was only supposed to be for an emergency.
Since it was play day, strictly she shouldn’t ask questions. But the normal rules were out of the window with the arrival of Beatrice. Selina couldn’t follow them to the letter with another person in the house. Playing their g ames in the presence of a third party was a non-negotiable limit for her. So Ben would have to find an inventive way to get around the restriction.
Selina walked down the hallway. Putting her head against the wood, she listened at the door of the spare bedroom. No sound came through. Beatrice must've been fast asleep. Feeling a little bit more confident that whatever Ben had planned wouldn’t be interrupted, she keyed in the code to his study. The lock clicked. She twisted the handle and pushed the door open.
Butterflies fluttered in her belly , her shoulders tightening with nervous tension. It was her first time in this room alone. She paused, taking in the sight and scents, letting it soothe her.
She loved the sanctuary of his study. It smelled of wood, leather, cigars, and Benjamin. The wall behind his large solid mahogany desk was lined with wooden shelves stacked full with books—old and rare out-of-print hardbacks as well as newer ones.
The chair was covered in the softest dark brown leather that matched the two-seater sofa leaning against the opposite wall. Above the sofa was another canvas painting of a family of wild lions relaxing on the Serengeti landscape. The outer wall was nothing but a double-insulated glass sliding door leading to the balcony that ran around the side of the building. The view was unobstructed with clear sight of the River Thames and Chelsea Bridge.
Blue sky and bright sunshine drew her to open the door. The faint sound s of a train moving along the tracks and the cars in the distance were carried in the brisk wind. Though the sun was out, the wind held a slight chill. She closed her eyes allowing the sunrays on her face for a few brief moments. Taking one final breath of crisp air, she slid the door shut and locked it.
H er nerves more settled, she returned to the chair behind the desk, picked the phone and dialed Ben's number again. He answered it at once.
"Lock the
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