Page 103 of The Keeper

Music blared from the speakers when I started my car. I lowered it and pulled onto the road.

Wednesday couldn’t get here fast enough. All I could think about was taking her in my arms. I don’t know if the photo she sent last night was planned or on a whim but fuck me. Waking up to it this morning erased some doubts I had about the two of us mending our…

Our what?

Casual fling?

Sorry. I don’t send orders to casual flings.

The corner of my mouth ticked up into a wicked grin as I approached Victoria’s house. As far as I was concerned, it was her house. I pulled in front of it and stopped. The keys were sitting on the counter in my kitchen so I couldn’t go inside at the moment. But I didn’t need to. I remembered the foyer and the awful couch and the sitting room. The sturdy lines of the wood paneling. The intricate design of the doorways and moldings.

This house wasn’t ugly at all. Not by a long shot. It just needed some attention. It needed someone to strip it bare, and restore it from the inside out.

Sexy goalkeepers who renovate houses are hard to come by these days. I have one in front of me. I’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

Her words came back to me in a rush. All at once a wall of need, want, and desire crashed down on me. I couldn’t pull myself out from the rubble if my life depended on it.

I should have gotten on the fucking plane and gone to New York. I’d make her kneel on the bed or the floor or the couch or wherever I damn well pleased. I’d watch her coax her pussy into an orgasm as many times as I wanted. Then I’d stand her against a wall, kick her legs open so she’s fully exposed to me and shag her until neither one of us could breathe.

I reached for my phone.

Victoria

Why did I go out tonight?

Hannah and Bennet continued laughing about something one of the fans did at the match earlier today. I tried to pay attention. I really did. Unfortunately for them, I had dueling mental images fighting for my attention. The ghosts of Charlotte’s past and the very real, very erect penis of Xavier Maddox.

Did I suspect he’d send a video along those lines after what I recorded this morning? Hell yes. Although, I wasn’t expecting him to be sitting in his car. I pictured the shower or even the locker room. In any case, watching the aggressive way he stroked himself to climax was hot.

His rough breathing and low moans were so sexy. And hearing my whispered name when he came all over his hand shattered me. I especially appreciated the way he rubbed his thumb over his flared crown as it glistened with his release. I wanted lick it all off.

I sipped my water, trying to control the tingling between my legs.

And I also had my orders.

No panties.

He said he’d know if I disobeyed. I’m not clear on how that’s possible seeing as the chance of me letting anyone inspect what’s under my skirt is absolute zero. Not important. I liked having the distraction. Every time my mind drifted back to Charlotte’s diary, a dull pain filled my stomach. I needed to know who the boy was. And if his brother is in fact…

“I wasn’t going to say anything until the official announcement on Monday,” Bennet’s posh accent cracked through my reverie. “But I figure since I have two senior executives in my presence, I might as well let it spill.”

He glanced from me to Hannah with a sly grin.

“Royal City Athletic will host the Legends at our stadium this fall.”

Hannah didn’t seem surprised at all but still squealed with joy. My jaw dropped.

“I’m meeting with Ethan first thing Monday. We are quite excited about this partnership.” Bennet’s mouth curved into a friendly smile as he lifted his glass. “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Our glasses clinked together. Once our toast was finished he shared a knowing look with Hannah, giving her a terse nod before turning in my direction.

“So, Victoria, how have you been since we last spoke?” Bennet’s stare pierced through me.

He’s fishing. I knew it without a doubt. The last time we spoke was the night we all had dinner together in London. He damn well knows what happened since then. I let my glass linger at my lips before taking another sip of water.

“Busy.” I responded. “The draft is always a hectic time.”

He steepled his fingers in front of his mouth and studied me. “All those parties must have been fun.”

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