Page 49 of The Keeper

A deep growl rumbled through his chest as his fingers meticulously teased and tantalized me. His warm breath skimmed my cheek when he whispered, “I love that you’re this kind of girl.”

My orgasm hit like lightning. I cried out, clutching his shirt and twisting it, pulling him close until my quivering body relaxed.

He stepped back, removed his hand from between my legs and sucked his fingers into his mouth. I almost came again.

“Xavier,” I whispered, looking up at him. The way his eyes shone as he looked back at me stirred an emotion I didn’t recognize.

“I thought about you last night.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “After I got home. After what we did at my car.” He collared my neck with his hand, caressing it with his thumb. “When I went to bed I laid there picturing you while I stroked myself. Remembering how your hand felt on me. How you sound. How you smell. How you taste. Fuck, I came so hard. So hard. And then I thought about you again this morning when I showered.”

Pretty sure he meant to destroy me in this room. I couldn’t breathe. He was pushing me to the brink again. Only this time, he used his words and not his hands. Those hands that do not miss.

Dangerous.

Addictive.

And so fucking hot.

It wasn’t even like he was making a performance out of telling me all this. He was just telling me. And it was so him. Because it’s Xavier and he’s dirty and artful when he does it. How he chose his words, his inflections. How his eyes glazed over with a hypnotic mix of possession and affection and vulnerability.

“I thought about you, too,” I confessed. “For a while.”

“How many times did you make yourself come?”

“Three.”

He reached behind me and grabbed my ass. “I shouldn’t have asked. Now I want you to show me how you got yourself off and there’s no time.” His voice was gruff and terse.

I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted his mouth on me.

I leaned in close and licked the seam of his lips.

“Not now, love,” he moaned, inhaling slow and closing his eyes.

The way he regained control over his body astounded me.

When he opened his eyes, he studied my face. Another crooked smile appeared.

“I like our prepping sessions.” He pulled away, letting reality and logic pour between us. “I should hire you to be my personal media relations director.”

“You couldn’t afford me.” I managed to say, pushing away from the table with care. “I must look a mess.”

He chuckled, pulling my dress down and smoothing it. “You’re beautiful.”

I nearly melted into the floor.

Seconds later, the door opened and Craig walked in.

“Ready Mr. Maddox?” he inquired.

Xavier stared at me when he answered. “I’m always ready.”

Hannah and I stood off to the side with Bennet while Xavier stood at the podium answering a barrage of questions from the media. He was a natural up there, talking about his vision for Impact XM, along with some of the new endorsements he’d already secured.

I learned quite a bit about his professional career through the back and forth with reporters. They all seemed to enjoy speaking with him and he gave a great interview.

The ease in which he handled this press conference reminded me of several of our players back home. Some pro-athletes had an innate ability to talk to the media. Xavier was definitely one of them.

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