Page 140 of The Keeper

Our mouths slid together, tongues entwining in a swirl of kinky, filthy demands. He cupped my face gently as I pressed my palm into his crotch and inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing. This was so dirty. So indecent. And I loved every second. I loved feeling how he controlled his body. I loved picturing others sneaking a glance to see what we were doing.

“Look at me,” he groaned.

I felt the heat beneath my cheeks when I did. I’d never seen this expression before. It was insatiable. Covetous. I parted my lips, inhaling a sharp breath.

His pelvis jerked forward. “You like being this kind of girl, don’t you?” he growled. “Getting me this hard in such a crowded place.”

Our lips met in a brief, lush kiss. I squeezed his inner thigh when he moaned. I knew he was close.

Nuzzling into his neck, I kissed up to whisper in his ear, “I was so turned on watching you play tonight. I love how your body moves. I love how feral and competitive you are. I love how intense you look on the field. I wanted to fuck you right there.”

Untamed eyes glazed with longing burned through me. The deliberate way he ran his tongue along his lower lip ignited my desire. The secret that delighted him to no end was our secret now.

“Come for me,” I purred, not breaking eye contact.

His fingers dug into my arm. I kept rubbing and squeezing, mesmerized by his subtle, controlled thrusts.

He pressed his forehead to mine, a broken moan crossing his lips. I felt his body tense, his breathing stutter, then the faint rocking of his hips as he rode out his release.

“Mine,” I murmured, running my fingers along the outline of his pulsing length.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his pelvis jolting uncontrollably. I could stay like this all night and feel him surrender to me over and over.

I kissed him soft and slow, savoring every moan and ragged breath as his body relaxed.

“Did you like that, country prince?” I asked quietly, sliding my fingers in his hair.

“I loved it, Tori,” he whispered.

I pulled back like I’d been whipped with barbed wire.

An alley. Great.

Fucking great.

I pressed my hand to the brick wall and tried to catch my breath. Did I really just run out on Xavier after giving him a hand job because he called me Tori?

Yes. Yes you did, you asshole.

“Shit,” I yelled. Throwing my head back, I shouted in frustration into the night air.

What is wrong with me. I raked my hands through my hair and did the only thing I knew how to do. I paced.

I paced and paced and paced some more.

“Victoria.”

The concerned way Xavier said my name stopped me in my tracks. I turned but couldn’t look him in the eye. Alley trash seemed to be a more fitting option. I heard his footsteps approach and chose to stare at his shoes. He tilted my chin up. A soft smile greeted me.

He leaned down and kissed me. “Hi. I would have come out here with you sooner but, uh,” he gestured to his pants, “you made a mess.”

I cough-laughed, staring at his crotch. His pants looked normal. “Impressive job cleaning up.”

“Took me a minute but I think I got it all.”

Nothing but a relaxed, gorgeous man stood before me. No annoyance, no anger. Only concern and affection.

“It seems we’ve arrived at another limit,” he acknowledged. “Another red. Am I correct in my assessment?”

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