Secrets (BxB) ✅

epilogue [semi-mature]

A/N: this is the enddd 🎶

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10 years later.

Zedd

I turned over in our bed with a groan, thin rays of sunlight sneaking around the curtains and dimly lighting up the bedroom. I turned my head to check the alarm clock, and decided I could sleep a little more. I had a casting at ten o'clock but I still had plenty of time to get there. Rubbing my eyes, I turned back over, snuggling under Mitch's arm up against his chest and slipping back into sleep, his scent filling my nose.

"Zeddy... wake up, remember you have a casting this morning," Mitch's husky morning voice in my ear was the next thing I registered.

My eyes cracked open and took in the beautiful sight of my shirtless boyfriend leaning on his hand and watching me next to me. I yawned and stretched wide, deliberately rubbing my legs against his. To be honest, I was surprised he had woken me up with words. Since the night I had offered myself to him, it was as if we had swapped fuckboy roles and he suddenly became a sex addict. At first I could barely walk half the time. He'd eased off since the past ten years but more often than not I woke up in the morning with his head under the covers, mouth around my cock. Or his hand. Or once even his ass. He has never stopped being able to bring me to euphoria with barely any words or touches.

"Hey handsome," I grinned lazily at him, stroking a hand down his chest.

His shoulders had broadened off more over the years, his jaw become squarer, but his caramel eyes stayed the same and he was still as muscular, if not more. I was pretty sure he was the sexiest real-estate agent out there, and he was all mine. My hand slid down his abs and I smirked as, playing with his waistband, I noticed the bulge in his underwear.

"You should have woken me up earlier if you wanted me to have time to look after this," I shook my head at him as I slid my hand over his clothed morning wood, eliciting a hiss out of him.

"Don't blame me next time I wake you up at dawn to fuck you then," he chuckled darkly, grabbing my hand and moving it back up so it rested on his lower stomach.

"Okay no, I need my beauty sleep," I hurriedly tried to back track.

"Hmm sure Mr. Famous Actor," Mitch hummed, rolling over on top of me, "But you're awake now aren't you?"

"Mitch," I whined as his face dipped in the crook of my neck, "I need to shower. I don't have time for this, can't I make it up to you later?"

"As much as I like the sound of that," Mitch mumbled against the side of my neck, "I have a better idea."

He raised himself of me and got off the bed. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously before slowly throwing the covers off me and standing up beside the bed. Mitch was watching me with a mischievous grin and I knew the dark look in his eyes all too well.

"Mitch... I don't know what you're thinking about, but stop," I warned him.

He looked me up and down with a heated gaze and I could feel my own morning wood growing larger in my boxers. I wanted to cover up, still not completely used to the feeling of Mitch's penetrating gaze over my bare skin.

"Trust me," he said huskily and stepped forward.

I opened my mouth to argue but before I could, he bent down, grabbed my legs, and threw me over his shoulder. I was suddenly met with the sight of his smooth brown back descending to his delicious bubble butt.

"Mitch," I slapped his back, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"You trust me, don't you?" he said as he began walking across the bedroom to our ensuite.