Page 54 of Keepsake

I always thought I had that part down, yet I was incapable of waking up a toddler. I couldn’t ever say no to Vienna because when she blinked those Sofia eyes at me, I was a goner.

His head lolled to my shoulder as I made my way to the elevators in the parking lot, awkwardly pressing the button, too scared of waking him up from the nap he shouldn’t be having.

When the doors opened, I had another problem—taking the keycard from my jacket pocket. Once I had that done, I propped myself on the wall and let the elevator ride up.

I was tired, and I had… an hour and a half until picking Dash and Vienna up from school. I needed a killer schedule in place before going back to work. I could handle right now, but my life was those kids, and I was barely sleeping.

I got into the apartment, tiptoeing even as I climbed the stairs, afraid of shaking him too much. When we reached the top of the stairs, I opened the bedroom Lachlan shared with Dashiell.

Gone was the king-size bed. Now Lachlan had a small bed, while Dash had a queen-size on the other side of the room. I placed him in bed carefully, promising he was only allowed to sleep for another twenty minutes before I woke him up.

Nodding to myself, I closed the door without making a noise, thinking I might need to order something for dinner tonight since I was completely wiped.

That was when I heard it.

The lowest of growls. A deep voice, a growl like from a beast trapped somewhere waiting to attack. I stopped in my tracks, turning my head to the side, watching the home gym’s door where the sound was coming from.

Obviously, Alvaro was home and making good use of the gym.

My shoulders relaxed, and I went over to tell him we were home. But something made me stop.

A grunt.

It sounded so dirty my knees weakened. That was my warning. My chance to step away. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I stepped closer to that door, almost like an invisible hook was pulling me toward it.

I padded carefully, my hands shaking. The door wasn’t completely closed, just a small gap, and I peeked inside.

And there he was.

I swallowed thickly when my eyes landed on Alvaro sitting on the bench beside the weights, stroking his cock.

My tongue felt thirty times bigger inside my mouth, my legs closing like my pussy was turning into butterflies that could fly to him.

Hmm, that wasn’t good.

God, that was too good.

Alvaro had no shirt on and just like I imagined, he was packing. Perfect golden-brown skin, muscle upon muscle, peaks and valleys, and every single inch of his body had ink. His arms were wide, his jaw set as he kept a ferocious rhythm palming his cock that was one hundred percent not average.

My hand flew to my neck as I tried to swallow, but I seemed to be stuck in place. I should have stepped away and let him finish, but I stood there, my eyes glued to him, waiting for his next move.

His hand went down. I could only imagine the tight grip he was keeping, and my mouth flew open when I saw the little sparkle of a jewel on each side of his shaft.

He was pierced.

He was pierced.

He. Was. Pierced.

My mind went into overdrive, incapable of forming a single thought that wasn’t about Alvaro Castillo’s monster dick or his piercings.

And it wasn’t just the one that went through his cock, but the one at the top, too. A barbel in his pubic area that made me wonder what was there for.

God, my mouth went dry thinking about the possibilities.

When I realized how much I wanted to figure out about his piercings, I should have stepped away.

But my feet grew roots. I was there forever, watching as Alvaro tugged his massive cock up and down and growled like he could make me wet just with his voice alone.

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