Page 41 of The Keeper

There was a pause, and I could almost feel his suspicion radiating through the door. “You all right in there?”

“Fine!” I squeaked, no longer aroused but mortified at the thought of him catching me. “Just...super relaxed.”

The bathroom door creaked open, and I jerked my foot back into the tub, sending water sloshing over the side in my rush to hide what I was doing.

Dane leaned against the counter with a knowing smirk. “You sure about that? You look a little worked up.”

I sank lower in the bubbles, praying he couldn’t see how hard my nipples were. “Just the hot w-water,” I stammered, face flaming.

His dark eyes raked over the water. “Let me help,”

“But Avery?—”

“Avery is securely fastened in her highchair and watching cartoons. We’ve got about two minutes before I need to check on her unless you feel like things are moving too fast between us.”

The bastard was making fun of me, but I was too far gone to care.

“Stay,” I said, letting my legs fall open.

In two long strides, he was on his knees beside the tub. His hand plunged beneath the water, finding my slick folds with unerring accuracy.

“Fucking soaked,” he said before moving up to circle my clit. “How long’s it been, baby?”

I arched into his touch with a whimper. “One year, nine months, and three weeks.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a barely there grin. “No one since me.”

“No one,” I admitted breathlessly. “What about you?”

His dark eyes, so brown they were almost black, held mine. “One year, nine months, and three weeks.”

My smile froze in place. “Wait—no one since me?” I asked, trying and failing to mask my surprise.

With me, it was to be expected.But him?

“No one elsebutyou.”

I shivered at the sincerity in his voice. He looked so genuine, so open and unguarded, that it made my heart ache in a way I couldn’t describe.

Dane increased the pressure on my clit, drawing me back to the present. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“You…walking in on me,” I said, letting my head fall back against the tub.

“And what did I do in this fantasy?”

“You...oh god,” I hissed as he slid two thick fingers inside me. “You—you touched me. Fucked me with your fingers until I came.”

“Like this?” He curled them, hitting my G-spot.

I clutched at his forearm, my hips rolling forward to meet each thrust of his hand. “Yes, just like that. Please don’t stop.”

His free hand came up to cover my mouth. “Shh…gotta be quiet, darlin’. Don’t want our little girl hearing what Daddy’s doing to Mama.”

I nodded frantically against his palm, desperate for release.

“That’s my good girl. Let go, I’ve got you,” he growled, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm.

He lowered his head to my breasts, flicking his tongue over mysoapy nipples before sucking one between his teeth. My hips bucked involuntarily, drawing broken moans from my throat. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but I was beyond caring.

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