Page 45 of The Keeper

I groaned, barely able to stand up straight.

Our eyes locked in the middle of this filthy, hot moment. I almost felt like I was having an out of body experience.

“I want you to come on me,” I said, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “Lift my shirt and come on me.”

“Victoria. Fuck.”

The second he yanked my shirt up I knew he was at the edge.

I cried out when my orgasm commandeered my body in euphoric waves and almost lost my grip on him. His broken moan and the sound of my whispered name preceded his surrender as it coated my hand and hit my stomach in warm, roped spurts. He braced himself against the car door. His hips jerked a few more times and he drew one last, sharp breath.

Then the weight of his body leaned into mine. Neither one of us could stand under our own power just yet. Our chests heaved in satisfied, sated unison.

“You okay?” I asked.

A breathy laugh shook his body when he lifted his head to look at me. “What Ivy League school taught you that?”

“Dartmouth.” I grinned.

“Money well spent.”

Chilly air tickled my skin when he pulled away. I held onto my shirt with my clean hand while he dug through a gym bag in the backseat.

“Here.” He handed me a towel. “So you don’t walk in all messy.”

I cleaned off my stomach and hand and tossed the towel back to him. I watched his face while he wiped himself off, noticing the smile that touched his parted lips. I smiled to myself and buttoned up my jeans.

He came closer and tipped up my chin. The moonlight hit his eyes just right, making them glow.

So hypnotic.

His pupils were blown as though he was drunk from me. From what we just did. But the blue…the blue was so vibrant. It surrounded those dark pools with such brightness. Such light.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered.

Victoria

Sunlight glinted off the windows, forcing me to shield my eyes from the glare. Logan Tower soared above all the other buildings, a majestic structure made of steel and glass rising out of the concrete.

“Kind of obnoxious, isn’t it?” Hannah Pruitt asked with a smile. “I mean, not more obnoxious than our Manhattan building. Nobody can hold a candle to the Caldwells’ obsession with being the biggest, tallest, shiniest, and best, right?”

“Your grandfather does have a flair for the dramatic,” I teased. “It must run in the family.”

Hannah laughed, her brown eyes sparkling as she tossed her flaxen hair over her shoulder. Technically speaking, she was my boss at the Legends, even though we were the same age, give or take a few months. Hannah ran the entire communications department for the team. Some would say there’s a bit of nepotism in the organization, but she’s smart, savvy, and earned her place among the executives.

We walked through the automated revolving doors and checked in at the security desk, where we were instructed to wait by the reception area.

“I feel terrible I wasn’t able to go to the event on Saturday,” Hannah said. “Did I miss anything good?”

“Oh, just the usual bloated corporate flexing and schmoozing.”

“Was Randy there?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, I didn’t see him. Why? I thought you two were done?”

She shrugged. “Just curious.”

“You can do so much better.”

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