Page 100 of The Keeper

A moan passed my lips. The dark edge to his tone ignited my desire for him in an instant.

“…and when I finish, you’ll send me a video showing me exactly how many times you make yourself come.”

Another rough sigh. Goosebumps pebbled my skin.

“I thought about how much I like you on your knees. It reminds me of the night you knelt in front of me and sucked me off with that Ivy League mouth. I thought about how you’d look with your wrists tied together behind your back. Is that something you’d like me to do? Will you beg me to free your hands? Will you struggle against the restraint? Or will you simply let me have my way with you and demand more when I’m buried deep inside you, fucking you, taking what’s mine?”

I laid back on the bed, resting the phone next to my ear.

“I thought about…”

A long pause. My pulse raced.

“…your skin, your scent, your mouth. The way you look at me when you’re coming. How you sound when you want more. How much I want to mark you and…”

Another harsh exhale. And another.

“I’m so hard right now I can’t think straight.”

He groaned. A deep, gruff sound. It went straight to my throbbing clit.

“Fuck. You should see what you’ve done to me with your photo.”

I heard a rustling sound. Then another groan.

“I just thought about you, Victoria. You. And all the ways I can fucking make you mine. I expect to see a video waiting for me by the time my match is finished.”

His message ended.

That can’t be all.

I sat up straight and grabbed the phone, wanting more. The sharp tenor of his voice cut through me with his final order. He sounded so raw. Almost like I’d pierced him squarely at the center of some vulnerable nucleus he’d clearly not meant for anyone to breach.

Every part of me was awake. I was a live wire, charged by lust.

His soccer game.

I scrambled off the bed and jogged into the living room.

Where the hell is the remote?

Winston thought I started some secret game and followed me around.

Ah. There it is.

I turned on the TV and searched the menu. I know one of the networks carries all the English soccer games. I really pushed my luck assuming they’d air Royal City Athletic.

My phone vibrated on the coffee table. Another text from Hannah.

Hannah: Are you watching?!?! It’s the second half already!

Me: What channel?

Hannah: GoalZone. Should be channel 837

Me: Got it. Thanks!

Hannah: Welcome! See you tonight

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