Page 95 of The Keeper and I

“I don’t know why, but your face came to mind when I thought about beauty,” he said. “Before I knew who you were, I was thinking of you. After seeing you, I was thinking of you even more. And now that we know each other and are—together this way—I still find myself thinking of you. All the time.”

He barely got the words out before Laci leaped into his arms and kissed him with staggering vigor. His back hit the wall, which stabilized him while he held her up. Her lips seared onto his, burning him up from his head to his toes. He could taste her passion on her mouth.

“That,” she said between kisses. “Is. The. Sweetest. Thing. I’ve. Ever. Heard.”

He responded with a deeper kiss and carried her over to his desk so he could sit her on it. His cup full of paint brushes clattered to the floor. He hardly had her balanced before she was pawing at his shirt. He stood back to let her pull it off. When his top was exposed, she yanked him in by the waistband of his joggers. It was the sexiest thing she could have done. His mouth swooped down on hers to show her how much he enjoyed it.

His lips traveled from her lips to her neck, and she whined, pulling him even closer. So close he could feel the heat between her legs through her pajama bottoms. He groaned into her mouth.

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot,” he murmured.

She peeled off her top and tossed it aside, her bralette following. He’d never get tired of those tits. He gazed at them like it was the first time, in awe of their perfection.Herperfection.

She put her hands on his chest and forced him a step back so she could slide off the table. She shimmied out of her pajamas. He swallowed the dryness in his throat as he looked at her wearing only that necklace and a thong.

“I know I’m hot,” she replied. Same as she had when they first met. “Knowing you paint me makes me hotfor you.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him. With one tug, she freed his cock.

“Laci, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes.

She didn’t give him time to retort before she wrapped her lips around his tip. A sigh fell from his mouth when she swirled his tongue around it. His fingers wound through her hair and held her in place.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Feels so good.”

She responded with a moan that sent a shiver up his spine.

She took him deeper and his legs trembled. His free hand shot out to grip the table behind her and keep himself upright. Fuck, her mouth was incredible. The warm, wet heat of it, combined with her hand cupping his balls with a soft squeeze, he could have finished any second.

She worked his cock with a steady rhythm. Her tongue slid around his length with the finesse of a dancer. His lower belly tightened up like a spring, the release threatening. His head tipped back and he bit his lip. He couldn’t let go, not yet.

He tugged on her hair, pulling her up to him and capturing her lips in a messy, fervent kiss. A guttural moan sounded from his throat when she whimpered into his mouth. The sound was sweeter than any song he’d ever known.

She pulled away, her face centimeters from his, and she looked up at him. He held her gaze.

“The paintings,” she said breathlessly, searching his eyes. “Are they how you see me?”

“Aye,” he said with a nod. “But they don’t come close to how beautiful you are in reality.” He ran a hand over her flushed cheek. With his free hand, his fingers danced over the swell of her breasts. He tweaked her nipple and she gasped. “Especially like this. Or when I’m fucking you until you can’t speak.”

She smiled. “I wish I could see.”

He paused. “Give me a moment.”

He stepped away from her and went to the wall where a sheet hung over the mirror he used sometimes for posing references. He was his only model because the only other person who knew he painted was Ava. He tugged the sheet away to reveal the mirror. Laci grinned and mischief danced in her eyes. Jordan stalked over to her and guided her closer, then stood behind her so she could see herself. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to her neck.

“You want to see?” he asked. “How’s the view?”

“Incredible,” she replied.

“Excellent,” he said, and nipped at her shoulder. “Hands and knees.”

She turned. “What?”

“You heard me, angel. Hands. And. Knees.”

With a smirk, she bit her bottom lip, and obeyed, sinking to her knees and settling on all fours. The flush deepened on her cheeks when he crawled up behind her. He tugged her panties down and bent over her as his warm hands slid up her back until his fingers were laced firmly in her hair. He pulled her head up, and their eyes locked in the mirror.

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