Page 118 of Keep Him Like Secrets

Until, with a whole-body shudder, she came.

I was too far gone to care about the best positions to use to make sure no one happened upon us.

I just pulled my hand out of her panties, tugged them down her legs, then worked to free myself.

I came over her, eyes locked, then thrust hard and deep.

We were both beyond anything even resembling self-control.

Her hips slammed down as I slammed deep, taking me as deep as she could with each thrust.

Her heels dug into my ass, keeping me deep as I fucked her, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter with each passing moment until, with a cry I could even hear over the music, she came, her walls pulsing hard, making me come with her.

I pulled away afterward, tucking myself away, then finding her panties and pulling them back into place.

I gave her a smile as I pulled her onto my lap, my lips down by her ear. “I love the thought of my come inside you as you walk through our club,” I said, feeling a shiver move through her at the dirty words.

My hand moved up, gliding over her bare chest, loving that she hadn’t even tried to cover them yet.

“We’re supposed to be working,” she reminded me, but made no move to get up. Or even brush my hand away as my fingers circled her nipple.

“Darlin’, we’re the bosses. Our job was to work our asses off until we open. Then it’s the manager’s problem. We get to sit pretty and count our cash.”

“Until the next one,” she said.

“Until the next one,” I agreed.

“I was thinking… Long Island.”

“Teresa put you up to that, didn’t she?”

“Maybe,” Saff admitted with a smile as I tugged her bodice back into place. “But I still like the idea. Though, it might have to take a backseat for me to the book bar.”

“Book bar?”

“Yep. I’m opening a book bar.”

I had no idea what that was.

But I did know with Saff at the helm, it was sure to be a massive success.

Soren - 1 year

She thought I forgot her birthday.

She had way too much pride to say it, of course, but I kept catching her looking at me with scrunched brows as we made our way into our building.

Little did she know, I’d been planning this thing for weeks.

Fine, to be fair, Teresa had handled a lot of the specifics, but the idea itself was my idea. And the gift I’d been working on behind her back for months was all on me.

I said a silent prayer that when the doors slid open, everyone in the apartment was ready. And that Saff didn’t hear them before they could do the cheesy yellSurprise!thing.

“Soren, did you know that today—” she started.

My heart swelled a bit at that. The Saff she’d been just a year before would have seethed in silence, never would have brought it up, wouldn’t want anyone to know she could be hurt.

But over our time together, she’d learned that she didn’t need her walls, that she could trust me with her feelings, that we did well when we communicated what was going on inside us.

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