Page 48 of The Keeper

“Just checking.” The dimple appeared.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous for no reason.”

“And you’re mine for the rest of today and all of tomorrow.” He hiked up my dress and felt his way between my legs. The cool metal of his rings on my skin made me shudder.

“I love how fucking wet you are,” he growled softly. “Think we can take care of this before anyone walks in?”

“Is this what you meant by tomorrow?”

“Not quite. But I enjoy improvising. Especially since I can’t keep my hands off you.”

I should pump the brakes on this. NOW.

But I really don’t want to.

“So what, um, what did you need my help with exactly?”

A small smile curved his lips. “Any advice on what I should do if I get nervous in front of all those reporters?”

“You can’t be serious.”

The smile grew, becoming a bit more crooked. “I could just picture you naked the whole time I’m up there. I mean, I plan to anyway.”

“Not quite the advice I would give.”

His fingers still teased between my legs. It’s hard to maintain my composure with him so close, with his hands on me, and his smile so pretty.

“You’re right. Probably not the best advice. Although,” he circled a finger lightly around my oversensitive clitoris, “I’m quite fond of the way you look right now. I’d love to kiss you and smear this pretty gloss all over your smart mouth.”

He bent his head so our mouths just about touched. I licked my lips on instinct.

“You’ll have it all over yours. The reporters will want to know what you were doing in here.”

“I’ll just tell the truth. A beautiful, American media relations professional was assisting me and had a few tips she wanted to share.”

“Was she helpful?”

“Oh yes.” His fingers slid under my panties and dipped inside me.

My eyelids fluttered. “Did she remind you to be charismatic, articulate, and authoritative? And to focus on your main message?”

Intense pleasure surged through me when he pressed his thumb on my throbbing clit, making small circles. He pulled my dress higher with his other hand, lifting and pushing my leg wider. The feel of his clothes rubbing along my skin when he rocked his hips nearly shattered me.

“She did. I know how important focusing is to her.”

His thumb intensified its delicious movements. Our parted mouths hovered close while our tongues played together, slowly licking and stroking.

“I’m so close.” I gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“I told you I’d never be able to stop.” He shoved his fingers deep inside me. My muscles tensed. Not once did we break eye contact. My God he felt so good.

“Do you want to come for me now, dirty princess?”

“Yes, please.”

The smile that spread across his lips was more than sinful. It was sacrilegious. “Say it again.”

“Yes, please.”

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