Page 60 of The Secrets We Share

“Let’s see you sass me when you’re gagging on my cock, little one.”

She sticks her rosy tongue out in offering, flattening the surface. Tracing my cock against the wetness, I shove in deeper with each thrust of my hips. She’s eager for me now, grabbing onto my thighs and hauling me into her.

Her throat squeezes around my dick when she swallows me down and gags at the fullness. I’m so pent up from the feel of her pussy around my fingers in the car that it won’t take much longer to bust my load.

“Fuck, Keira,” I groan, slapping my hands against the wall.

She pulls back and licks up my shaft, circling the head. My cock twitches at her teasing appreciation. Her warm hand cups my balls and massages as she takes me back into her throat, humming as the first beads of cum leak from my tip.

“Such a dirty little slut, desperate to drink me down.”

With my head hanging between my outstretched arms, I don’t miss how her hips shift at my words. My girl just came, but that never matters. Quickly kicking her knees apart, I shove my boot between her thighs against her core.

“You want to come again?”

She bobs up and down on my dick, nodding her head.

“Then grind your pussy on my boot and make us both come.”

That sets her off with renewed vigor, bottoming out to the base. Her hips grind down against my boot at the same speed she’s keeping with her mouth. My balls tighten, the pleasure from her finger massaging my taint, and her lips wrapped around me catapult me over the edge. I surge forward, spilling down her throat and onto her tongue. Her hips move erratically, and I know she’s found her release with me.

The blaring of the elevator’s emergency alarm filters back in. No doubt, it’s already sent a notification to the building’s managing staff. I quickly get myself situated and hold a hand out for Keira to climb up from the floor.

After hitting the stop button back into place, the elevator lurches into motion. I’ll have to get into the building's computer system and scrub the last ten minutes from the hard drive and cloud storage.

The ride up to our floor is quiet but settled. Keira’s drained the uneasy, anxious air from the room, and the knot in my chest, tied directly to her happiness, loosens.

“I’m going to draw a bath. Join me?” she asks when we step through the front door.

Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I answer, “I have some work to do. You get started.”

“Keira, your phone,”I yell from the kitchen. She’s somewhere around the apartment since her phone is vibrating on the kitchen island. “Keira,” I yell louder when she doesn’t answer.

Our food simmers on the stove, minutes away from being done, so I pick up the obnoxious device rattling about.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is Keira Fitzpatrick available?”

“To whom am I speaking?”

“This is a personal matter, sir. I’m unable to provide that information. Is Ms. Fitzpatrick available?”

I pull the phone away from my ear, staring at the number with no name on the caller ID.

“Just a moment.”

Conveniently, Keira chooses that moment to come down the hall. She smiles when she sees me, and her eyebrow quirks in question.

Offering her the phone, I say, “Some man’s calling you. It’s personal, he says.”

That confusion grows more profound in her brows as she brings the cell to her ear. “Uhm, hello?”

I wish she’d put the damn thing on speaker so I could listen in, but I hang on to her responses, trying to piece it together.

“Yes, that’s me.” She pauses, letting the conversation continue on the other line. “Yes, I can make that work.”

Make what work?

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