Page 151 of The Keeper

I shivered, getting to my feet.

“Go to the window.”

Dusk settled over the city in shades of purple and blue while I waited in front of it. Lights flickered to life in high-rises and along sidewalks. I heard a slow exhale before I felt Xavier remove my hoodie. It fell to my feet. Then he pulled the tank top over my head, tossed it aside and unfastened my bra.

“Do you like being undressed in front of the window?” he asked, hooking his fingers inside my yoga pants and sliding them down.

“If you’re the one undressing me, yes.”

“Is this sexy enough for you?”

I smiled. “Maybe.”

“So much trouble,” he laughed softly. “What do you think the people behind those windows are doing?”

“I don’t know,” I answered quietly, staring into the high-rise a few blocks away.

He stroked the edge of my panties. “What if they could see us?”

“Aren’t we too far for them to see?”

Xavier’s hand trailed lower, pressing and teasing my sensitive skin. Hot desire spiked fast through me. I arched my back enough to press my backside into his crotch. He was already rock hard.

“I’m curious,” he whispered in my ear. “Were you this turned on last night at the bar? Would you have let me play with your cunt and come on my hand like the dirty princess you are?”

There was an answering heat in my body, as though the temperature of my blood itself had escalated. His fingers teased even more, finding their way with ease over my slick flesh before discovering the plump bud of my clit and pressing down.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He cupped my breast with his other hand. My eyes fluttered closed when a deep sound of want spilled from him. I heard it the moment his fingers dipped inside me.

“You feel,” he said, sounding unsteady, “like nothing else.”

I pressed my hands on the window, unsure if it would be enough to keep me balanced. He kept repeating the same movements —fingers inside, curling to touch the soft textured spot that drove me wild, pulling out and toying with my clit, then back inside. When my focus shifted to the building across the way, I felt my climax knotting itself fast and hard. The very thought of being watched sent me over the edge.

Turning my head to the side so our mouths were close, I kissed him. “Yours.” I covered his hand with mine, stroking his wet fingers.

“Victoria.” His voice remained unsteady as he continued to pleasure my body. “What you do to me.”

My legs shook. Everything from my navel to my knees clenched and crested into a wave of euphoria so consuming, so overwhelming, I could hardly stand. I scratched foolishly at the window, like it would keep me grounded while my body flew apart.

I don’t even know when he slid his fingers out and turned me to face him. I only felt him paint my lips with my climax and kiss me.

“I love when you do that,” I confessed when he broke the kiss.

“I know.” His greedy arrogance reignited the wave of desire that still pulsed through me.

I reached up and collared his neck. “I want you. Fuck me like you want me to be yours forever.”

“Is that so?” He pushed me back a step, then two, until I was pinned between him and the window. I’m not going to lie, the cold glass felt so damn good on my heated skin. His hips pressed into mine when he raised my wrists above my head and held them there.

“Don’t move.”

He bent down, grabbed my hoodie, pulled out the draw string and made quick work of tying my wrists together.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Keep your hands up here, just like this.”

His commands alone were enough to send me over the edge. The distinct sound of a zipper opening preceded the rustling of clothes falling to the floor. He pulled my hips back, so I leaned forward and then yanked down my panties, grabbing at my ass, squeezing hard. So hard I gasped. Then I heard a low groan and felt his tongue trace its way around my clit.

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