Page 63 of The Keeper

I kept spilling inside her, thrusting and milking every last bit of my orgasm until the pulsing subsided.

Then she looked at me with her big green eyes and smiled, sated and content. The sight nearly shattered me on the spot when my chest did the thing.

“You make me so weak.” She kissed me, curling her hands behind my neck. “So weak. I can’t control myself around you.”

“You do the same to me,” I admitted, holding her close.

We stayed wrapped up like this for a long moment. I would have stayed out here all night if Victoria hadn’t shivered in my arms. Years of proper schooling and upbringing finally smacked me on the head and I took off my shirt.

“Put this on.” I draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She fastened most of the buttons. “Won’t you be cold?”

“No. We’re going in now. I need to get you cleaned up.”

I helped her off the table, zipped myself back up and led her to the kitchen. She waited while I found a washcloth and cleaned her with warm water. The dreamy look on her face made me smile.

“That’s the same smile you had last night out by your car,” she mused.

“Is it?” I leaned in and brushed my lips to hers. “Wonder why.”

Her eyelids fluttered closed when I deepened our kiss, licking into her mouth gently and reverently. I could kiss her like this forever.

“You know what I think?” she asked against my mouth.

“Tell me.”

“I think you should fuck me again. Right now.”

Xavier

“Right now?”

I glanced around the kitchen still trying to get a handle on my breathing from what we’d just finished doing outside. I could go again, obviously. I liked her greedy demand. Victoria is the kind of woman who could get me hard over and over. The kind I’d spend every single day shagging and still want more. I’d bend her over my kitchen counter right now but…

This sounds odd coming from me but I needed a minute to process what the fuck I was feeling.

“You look like you need a drink.” She giggled. “Get comfortable on the couch, I’ll bring you one.”

“You don’t have to.“

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Sit.” She pointed at the couch with an air of finality and so I did as she requested. Or ordered? I smiled to myself and sank into the cushions.

“Can I ask you something?” Her soft voice sent shivers through me. She walked toward the couch carrying two glasses of scotch. This is a post-sex ritual I could get quite used to.

“You can ask me anything.” I took a glass. “You can always ask me anything.”

She knelt in front of me between my legs and reclined her forearm on my thigh. The whole thing was so graceful and intimate and natural and…

I will marry this woman.

I nearly choked on my drink.

Noooo, Xavier. What the fuck?

“I’ve been thinking about what you said at dinner. About renovating houses?” Her eyes widened with a hopeful glow. “Would you be willing to help me find someone who can fix up my family’s cottage? I’m sure you have connections or contacts.”

I cupped my hand behind her head and smiled. “I’d be happy to help.”

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