Page 42 of The Sweetest Devotion

A shy smile had me blushing as I stepped inside. Just moving past Keith I was hit with a dose of his cologne. Magnetic. Subtle. Spicy yet woodsy.

My mouth watered at how attracted I was to Keith.

His front entryway was a long hallway with polished wooden floors and no pictures on the walls, just a large mirror by the door for last-minute checks on appearance.

I spun around as I heard Keith shut the door behind us. “Are you going to give me a tour?”

He bit the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself. “Sure, I’ll show you all four walls of my bedroom.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah?”

Keith studied me; humor gone from his face. “Hungry?”

While I admired his hospitality, I wasn’t thinking about food. “No.”

He took a step closer. “Thirsty?”

I didn’t need liquid courage to see this through, I was ready. “No.”

Keith looked past me and back. “What do you want to see first?”

He was giving me what I wanted, a proper tour, but suddenly I couldn’t have cared less about making it to the bedroom, I was so ready to jump his bones.

“Your room,” I answered softly.

He took my hand and the lead, going and taking us through the house toward the back where his master bedroom was. The few glimpses I got of the other rooms said he was the basic man, lacking true eye for decorations.

His bedroom held a little personality and color as I admired his large bed with navy blue bedding. The cool theme of wood and blue stuck out as I noted the blue furry rug on the floor by his gray ottoman. The room led out into a private patio, and I thought I saw a?—

“You have a hot tub?” I asked as I trailed my eyes from the corner of the tub to Keith.

He nodded, appearing confused. “Don’t you?”

“The hotel does. I don’t in my penthouse,” I admitted. At my parents’ estate, there was an outdoor pool and a hot tub set up. I envied not having access to my own pool and tub.

Keith removed his cap and ran his hand over his waves. “Got it for a good little deal and set it up a summer ago.”

“Cool.” I tugged on Keith’s gray T-shirt. “Maybe we can put it to use.”

He smirked, taking a step back. “In a little bit. First, we gotta settle something.”

He sounded like he was talking business and I didn’t get it. “Huh?”

“The last time we were together, I did you a favor, and I’d like for you to return it,” Keith explained.

It took me a minute to get what he was saying. What he was after. It was the way his eyes traveled to the apex of my thighs before coming back to mine that clarified it. Oral sex.

“I don’t do that,” I let him know.

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. “Good luck with that marriage.”

“Fuck you,” I shot back.

“We’ll get to that.” He grinned. “After you do me a favor.”

I scoffed. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”

Keith shrugged and chanced a step closer. “Doesn’t gotta be on your knees, you can do it on your stomach lying down. I’m not picky.”

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