Page 123 of The Keeper

“A demonstration?” I don’t know what excited me more. The thought of being bent over Xavier’s lap or the thought of being watched.

“Naughty girl. We’ll talk about this another time.” He squeezed my ass. “Up you go.”

Reluctantly, I climbed off him. He put his jeans on and prowled over to me. “As sexy as you are in my shirt, I do need it back.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath.” I toyed with the hem and started lifting it.

“Even better.”

“You’ll never leave if I strip naked in front of you. And I refuse to be the reason you miss curfew.” With those words, I trotted down to my bedroom, took the shirt off and slipped into my robe. When I walked back into the living room, Xavier was standing by the window. I kept waiting to wake up and realize this had all been a dream.

“Here you go,” I said, holding out his shirt. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his lean figure as he moved with sleek fluidity through the room toward me. Once he was fully clothed, we walked to the door.

My back hit the wall without any warning. I gasped. He’s unrelenting. Every cell in my body reached for him when he pressed himself against me.

“I’m going to think about you all night, dirty princess. How much I liked reddening your ass with my hand. How wet it made you. How beautiful you sounded coming on my fingers and my cock.”

My head fell back against the wall with a distinct thud. Forget death by a thousand paper cuts. This was death by filthy words, inflections, and tone. All delivered in an elegant British accent and packaged in the most stunning man alive.

He flicked his tongue on my mouth. “Did I give you enough to reflect on?”

“Maybe.”

“Greedy girl.” He grinned and then bit down on my bottom lip. Hard. Almost as hard as the night in the taxi. I dug my nails into his lower back and scratched along his skin, drawing a low moan out of him. The silkiness of his tongue soothed my lip before he kissed me, reminding me who I belonged to with every deep lick into my mouth.

The change in the atmosphere was tangible when he broke our kiss and pulled away. It’s almost as though part of me peeled off and attached to him. I wanted to tell him to screw the curfew and stay with me all night. I wanted him near me. Always.

He opened the door and smiled at me.

“Sweet dreams, love.”

It closed behind him with a gentle click.

Xavier

“Pain shuttles, lads. Let’s go.”

The assistant training coach blew his whistle and off we went. I didn’t mind sprinting from cone to cone too much. Helps with my endurance. And with all the extracurricular activities I planned to do with Victoria, this would come in rather handy.

Admittedly, I moved a little too fast at her place last night. My intention was to talk first but when she opened the door and stood there all shocked and gorgeous and real, I couldn’t help it. Which is a major flaw, I know. My impulsiveness is notorious for getting me into trouble.

“Good job, Maddox. Rest up, then get in goal.”

I ambled over to the sideline and grabbed some water. The pitch was pristine for a practice field. This whole facility was actually quite amazing.

“Quiet night last night?” Cade asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yep. Spent some quality time at the spa.”

“Is that what you call it these days? Got a proper rubdown, did you?”

“Jealous?” I smirked and walked toward the net.

“Fucking tosser,” he shouted after me with a laugh.

Cade can be obnoxious most of the time but he means well. He knew how nervous I was to show up unannounced at her place. I even had the idiot’s voice in my head when I knocked on her door.

She’s a good one, Maddox. Don’t fuck it up.

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