Page 14 of The Sweetest Devotion

Keith regarded me, his ego lessening. “You sure?”

I pushed the material of my dress to the side, exposing my breasts to him as I soon leaned back on my arms. “Yes.”

Keith stared at me, the heat of his gaze burning me to cinder.He stepped up to me and placed the condom on.

There was no time to prepare or adjust. In one thrust he was inside of me, possessing me.

“Oh shit.” The words left my lips breathlessly and suddenly as my mouth hung open.

I stared up at Keith as he filled me with all of his length. A slow smile burned across his face, as if he knew what he was doing to me.

He looked down between us, silently watching himself pull out of me and enter me again.

It was too much.

“Oh God,” I whimpered.

His eyes were back on me. His strokes were slow and maddening.

I palmed at his handsome face, wanting to kiss him, wanting to get lost in his mouth, but resisting the urge.

There was nothing more personal than full-on sex like what we were doing, but I didn’t want to kiss him. Didn’t want to give in completely to the passion of our tryst.

A kiss wouldn’t have happened anyway. Not with my senses slipping from my grasp as he took me deeper and deeper.

And then, as if he missed the taste, he pulled out of me, leaning down for another lick between my thighs, teetering me closer to the brink.

“Keith,” I moaned his name. A whiny plea to let me have it. To give me my orgasm. To let me come.

He entered me again with renewed focus, his hardness consuming me to where he was all I could think about. Him and his mean strokes, owning me.

His sex was selfish, but pleasurable. He was taking what he wanted, but giving me what I needed.

He fucked me until I was numb. Until I couldn’t see straight. Until I lost consciousness.

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I pulledup my jeans and eased out a heavy breath. I discarded the condom into the wastebasket beside the desk—which I was taking out as soon as possible because Rod was never finding out about this.

Shit.

The comedown had me putting things into perspective, and I had just fucked up bad.

Her wincing had me looking over. Kennedy was slacked against the desk as her hands gripped the edge. She’d done a lousy job of pulling her dress together to conceal her breasts and right her person.

I stayed where I was, not wanting to touch her again. The feel of her soft skin against my rough palms only emphasized how wrong this was. As if the fact that she was driving a shiny new Lexus wasn’t a big indicator. Outside of the car, one look at this girl and I knew she was from money. The diamonds in her ears, the pearls around her neck, the air of sophistication about her—she wasn’t from around here.

“Are you okay?” I spoke up, assessing her slow, sluggish movements.

Kennedy looked at me from beneath her lashes and behind the curtain of her hair. My breathing slowed because fuck. She was so goddamn pretty.

She tossed me a sheepish smile. “It’s been a while.”

Same. I mused over her words. So, she wasn’t usually this bold. I wasn’t either. Not that I hadn’t had my share of one-nighters in the past, but none like this. Nothing compared to this.

I scratched along my neck. I didn’t know what to think of Kennedy.

One thing that was painfully obvious, was that she was beautiful. In a way that made me feel dirty for touching her. She had a nice deep brown complexion, heart-shaped face framed with long dark hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and a set of plump lips I wanted to feel between my teeth.

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